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Favors of the First Ones - Chapter 12
Jake's
head was absolutely pounding when his mind finally began clawing its way slowly up toward consciousness.
His skull had been smashed against the bulkhead of a scout ship, then
clubbed from behind when they'd been jumped at the site of the
wreckage, and now it had been walloped with a crowbar, hard, all in the space of twenty four hours.
As Jake became more aware of what had happened to him last, he wondered once more why he was not waking in Xelzix's chair.
The look of glee in Troska's face as he put everything he had
into bringing the crowbar down on Jake's head certainly suggested he
was not going to be coming back from it. If the crazy old bull hadn't
succeeded to cave it in on the first swing, it was obvious he was going
to greatly enjoy the subsequent attempts.
Jake's
groggy mind still straddled the line between comforting sleep and
harshly painful wakefulness, and it wavered there while it waited for a
push in one direction or the other. He was in no hurry to wake up so he willed it back down toward unconsciousness.
He'd been deep in a wonderful dream
about having gentle morning sex with Mak. There had been no
pain
in his head in the dream, so he kept his eyes closed, and rather than
trying to lift the veil of sluggishness that was still wrapped over his
consciousness, he tried to coax
the dream back out while letting his mind slide back down toward
blissful oblivion, so he could drift off to sleep again for just a
little while longer to get
away from the throbbing in his head.
Just as his mind began to drift off, it was yanked back again when Jake noticed there was
a very large and slightly rough hand moving gently up and down along his fully erect penis.
It stroked it lovingly for a moment and then it continued down to touch his big
balls and moved them gently around in their sack.
His mind began to climb back up toward alertness once more. Maybe
it hadn't been a dream. Maybe Mak really was here with him. He
was afraid to open his eyes in case it really was a dream and waking fully
would cause it to evaporate.
While
the hand was at his sack and fondling him gently he heard a soft sigh
that blew hot breath onto his bare cock and then he felt a wide, warm,
raspy tongue suddenly
lick along the length of his shaft, and then a furry, whiskered muzzle
kiss the underside of the head of his penis.
Mak did not have
long whiskers or a furry muzzle and his tongue wasn't quite so rough. Whoever it was, it wasn't the young bull.
Jake
began to stir and his brain struggled harder to reach full
consciousness and
the hand and mouth were very quickly withdrawn from his genitals as
though they didn't want to be caught doing what they'd been doing there.
Suddenly a cool, wet
towel was placed on the top of his head and an unfamiliar voice said,
"Take it slowly. I wasn't sure if you would ever wake up. You are lucky to be alive. Or perhaps not
so lucky, going by how much it must hurt to be you right now. How
your poor head survived the blow is beyond me. It must be made
of stone."
The
voice was male. It was deep and gentle and reverberated in a
wonderfully soothing way. He was speaking very quietly, just
above a whisper.
Jake's
eyes were gummy from being closed for a long time and they
resisted his attempts to open them at first, but when he forced them
slowly open he saw a large, blurry shape in front of
him.
The level of light in the room sent lancing pain into his
brain but he struggled to focus.
"You
will be tempted to shake your head to clear your vision. I highly
recommend you do not. It will only add to your discomfort.
The
synthetic portion of the brain the First Ones provided you with can
withstand quite a bit of shock, but the biological parts of it are
somewhat swollen still and will need some time to come down. Keep your eyes closed
for a little while longer until your brain better adjusts to
consciousness once more."
Jake
closed his eyes and felt the pain easing slightly from the comforting
coolness of the towel being gently pressed on his head.
As
he became more conscious Jake realized he was lying on a cot on his back, completely
naked. His ankles were spread apart and bound to the corners at
the foot of it and his arms were up over his head with his wrists bound
to the other corners of the bed.
A hand worked at the binding on his right wrist and freed it.
"I
can free only the one hand for you for a short time, and I must ask
that you make no attempt to escape. There are guards outside the
tent at all times. If you intend to speak, keep your voice low.
It will be less painful for your poor head and I don't wish the
guards
to know you're awake just yet. Hold the towel in place on your
head for a
while. It contains a topical astringent and it will help bring
down the
swelling and ease your pain."
Jake
reached up to hold the towel and his hand came down on what felt
like a massive, furry paw that slipped out from under it to let his
hand replace it on the towel.
He opened his eyes briefly again to
try to see who it was that was taking care of him. His
vision seemed to have cleared a little but he was still only making out
a vague, large shape hovering over him. He closed his eyes
again to give a bit more time for his brain to return to full
functionality.
"Tilt your head up slowly if you can. I
have something for you to drink that will dull the pain somewhat.
If you can keep this down then we'll give you some more fluids to
drink. You are severely dehydrated and it is not helping your
head at all."
Jake lifted his head very slowly and groaned at
the pulsing pain he felt in it. His stomach did a flip as the
room spun briefly then settled down again.
A large warm paw went
behind his head to hold it up and he felt a cup touch his lips.
He sipped a bit and was treated to an acrid and salty tasting
liquid that burned slightly as it went down.
He coughed a little
and his head felt like it was going to explode from the effort of it
and he groaned once more. He tried to put his head back down but
the large paw held it up.
"I apologize for the less than
appealing flavor but you need a bit more. You should drink it all
if you can. It is made from a local root that has a natural and
powerful anti-inflammatory agent in it. The drink tastes like
piss, well, maybe not quite that good, but it will help to bring down
the swelling from the inside very quickly and the pain will go down
along with it. You will begin to feel better shortly, I promise."
Jake sipped a bit more and was able to keep it down without coughing. He drank more and eventually the cup was drained.
The
large paw gently lowered his head back down again and the deep, soothing voice said,
"Good. If you can manage to keep that down it will be a positive
sign. I have water for you when you're ready to drink some more."
Jake gently cleared his throat and his head throbbed slightly.
He asked, "Where am I?"
"You are in the infirmary tent of our camp."
"How long was I out?"
"You
were unconscious for a little more than a day. Can you remember
who you are? Do you recall what last happened to you?"
"I'm
Jake Smith. My partner and I were ambushed. I was
knocked unconscious and tied up. I was raped. The last
thing I remember is a crowbar being used against my head by the lunatic in
charge of the people who took us. I was sure I was about to be
resurrected again. I don't know how I managed to survive that.
He's a nasty piece of work and I don't know what stopped him from
beating my head to a pulp."
The
voice chuckled softly and said,
"Troska is a nasty piece of work indeed. I have spoken with the
Zeth representative and tried to convince him that Troska should be dealt with for his
actions. The mad bull is not going to be a help to our cause if
he is allowed to continue to let his extremist beliefs get in the way.
The Zeth feels we need him, but I am not so sure. It angers
me to be forced to work with them. Troska's group are the worst
example of an otherwise honorable and noble race. If I were not so significantly
outnumbered by them I would tear them to shreds with my teeth and
claws. They are repugnant."
"You know Troska? What do you mean you spoke with a Zeth? Who are you?"
"My
name is Rhokki. I know Troska and am working with his group in
order to aid a member of the Zeth race. I am one of the few who
can communicate
with the Zeths and I am here to act as translator. My people are
known as the Rhuxus, and I am a member of a group that has sided with
a similar faction of the miquanowans against the First Ones. The
Zeth and his people are providing us with technology that will help us
with our cause."
Jake's
head was starting to feel a bit better from whatever had been in the bitter drink and he opened his eyes again and
his vision was much clearer.
He looked around and saw that he was
in a large tent with several low cots and he was in one of them.
Sitting
on the floor next to the cot and looking at him with big, caring
eyes was a very large, black and dark grey colored lion.
The
lion was
powerful looking. He had to be at least five hundred pounds of
lean, muscular cat. He looked to be over four feet tall at the
shoulders. His body was covered in a very dark, short, charcoal
grey
colored fur. He had a massive, thick and long mane that was jet
black with charcoal grey, furry ears sticking out near the front of it.
His eyes were a smoky grey color with an almost white
highlight outlining the edges of them. His face was a lighter
charcoal grey color and he had a wide black nose the shape of an upside
down triangle. The end of his muzzle was such a light grey that
it was almost white and had black whiskers. The light grey of his
muzzle continued under his chin, past a tuft of charcoal grey beard, to
his neck. His chest and belly
was also a very light grey color.
His legs were thick and strong
and were the same color of dark charcoal grey as his main body, leading
down to lighter grey paws that were large and heavy looking.
The hind paws looked like normal lion paws but the front ones
looked like a cross between paws and hands. They were thick and
heavy but the toes were longer. They looked dexterous yet they
also had heavy pads that looked as though they were designed to be
walked on. He had large black claws that were currently retracted.
He had a
long charcoal colored tail that started quite thick and heavy at his
backside and became thinner toward the tip that ended in a large,
black, thick tuft of fur.
He wore no clothing of any kind and between his legs
was a very large set of testicles in a veiny and almost black, suede
leather
looking scrotum and a thick sheath that was six or seven inches long.
He was the most stunningly beautiful creature Jake had ever seen.
The lion gave him a caring smile and said, "Are you feeling better now?"
Jake
smiled back and nodded and he said, "I am, but I'd feel even better if I
could sit up. Couldn't you untie me just for a while? I
promise I won't try to run. I'm in no shape to anyway."
The
lion looked back towards the end of the tent where the exit was as
though to ensure they weren't being watched, then back at Jake for a
moment
as if to gauge whether he could trust the man or not. Then he
smiled and moved to untie Jake's other hand and then his feet.
Jake carefully and slowly sat up and then turned as he swung his legs off the side of the cot to face the lion.
"Thank you, Rhokki. I feel much better. Could I get a drink now? I'm very thirsty."
The lion took a wide canteen from a low table next to the cot and unscrewed the top and handed it to him.
Jake took a long series of swigs until his thirst felt somewhat slaked.
He
smiled at the lion and handed the canteen back to him and said,
"Thanks. I feel really hungry too, is there anything to eat?"
The lion smiled broadly and said, "You are in good shape indeed if you have a strong appetite already."
He
picked up a rucksack off the floor next to the table and rummaged in it
and pulled out a large piece of fruit that looked like a cross between
an apple and a pear, a hunk of some type of cheese, and several thick
slices of dried meat. He placed the food on the table and Jake
immediately reached for the cheese and gobbled it down quickly.
He felt ravenous. He finished off the cheese and took a
piece of meat and tore a chunk off with his teeth and began to chew.
It tasted slightly salty and smoky and delicious.
He
smiled at the lion in thanks as he continued to eat until the worst of
his hunger began to abate along with most of his headache.
Rhokki looked at him and said, "Will you need more? I would be happy to go and get some for you."
Jake smiled again and shook his head and said, "No, this should do for now. I feel much better now, thank you."
The lion smiled and nodded.
Jake said, "I was with a young miquanowan named Komakwa. Do
you know where he is? Is he a prisoner too?"
"He
is a
prisoner, but his bonds are not physical. He has been ordered to
comply with what he is instructed to do, or you will face punishment
and torture at the hands of the men here. We have reason to
believe his father is being closely monitored by the First Ones so we
must tread carefully and keep from raising any alarms. The boy
was flown back to his home by Troska himself.
He will tell a story that he was anxious about his upcoming trial
and he flew off by himself to think for a bit. That story will be
for the benefit of the household and
anyone else who might inquire.
"He will be telling something
closer to the truth to his father. He will tell how he ran to
this planet illegally and that you were with him. He will tell
how the ship crashed, but it came down nearer the volcano and your seat
came down directly in the lava pool and you were incinerated along with
it. He will explain that it was Troska who was clever enough to
figure out where the boy had gone and went there in secret to rescue
him without letting anyone know that Komakwa had broken their sacred
laws.
His father will no doubt be very grateful to the mad bull for
saving his son's life and keeping his transgression a secret, and much
more malleable to the old bull's machinations in future."
Jake
felt a surge of anger as he thought of Mogwo thinking even more highly
of Troska. The evil old bastard really knew how to manipulate
people and make them believe what he needed them to. That must be
how he'd come to be the leader of their movement.
"What will happen to Mak now?" Jake asked.
"The boy will
tell his father that he wants the contract for the match canceled so that he never
sees you again. He will be returned to this planet in a couple of weeks
under the guise of beginning his forty day ascendance trial. As
far as his father knows, his son did something foolish that needs to be
covered up so that his life can return to normal. He will deliver
his son back to this planet for the trial, but once abandoned here
Komakwa will be picked up by Troska's people and brought back to this
camp once more and you will likely see him then."
"Is Troska still there with him?"
"Yes.
He returned to his duties to give the semblance of normalcy in
case the household is being watched, and so that he could keep
watch over the boy and ensure he does what is
expected of him. The boy is somewhat clever and has insisted on a
video link each evening back to this camp so that he can see that you
are alright and being cared for. Troska is not happy to have been
forced
to allow you to live, though you have proved useful to him. I
have
been asked to care for you since
none of the miquanowans here seem fit or interested in that job.
I would warn you that Troska will be listening in on the video
link later this evening. It is in the best interests of the boy
that you show quite clearly that you are fine and in good spirits.
I fear what Troska might do to him if the boy feels you are being
mistreated and decides to rebel against the mad bull."
"How was Troska forced to allow me to live?"
"Your
lover, Komakwa, forced him."
"You know he's my lover?"
The
lion smiled warmly and said, "Yes, it is quite obvious and beautiful. I saw the love
he feels for you quite clearly in his eyes. He loves you more
than his own life and that may be just the thing that saved you from
death. He acted without thinking I suspect, or he is not a great
strategist in any case."
"Why do you say that?"
"When
you
were about to be beaten to death he shouted to Troska that he would
kill himself if you died and since he had no contract, Troska would
lose any chance he ever had to sway the boy's father. The mad old
bull heard the conviction in Komakwa's voice and he pulled back on the
blow that was already on the way down. He couldn't stop it
completely so it still hit you but the boy definitely saved you from a
caved in head. He made it clear they would get nothing from
him if you were killed. Troska is devious and of course he
immediately realized your value. You would be the leverage by
which he could completely and easily control the boy and thus get to
the father."
"What did you mean that Mak didn't think things through?" Jake asked.
"It is common for those living without a resurrection contract to see death as final for everyone. I
believe the boy's reaction was knee jerk and driven by his love for you
and his strong desire to protect you. If he had allowed the mad
bull to cave your skull in, you would simply be dead, and would eventually wake up in the
Resurrector's seat safe and sound. Instead, you live yet and can
be used as a tool to control Komakwa. Troska turned the tables
and informed Komakwa that you would not be killed, but rather tortured
and used rudely and repeatedly as a sexual toy by the many men under Troska's command if
Komakwa did not do what was required of him. The boy was told
that even if he killed himself, your torture would continue. He
has no choice but to comply.
"Not to sound cruel, but a good
strategist would have simply let you die. It is what I would have
done. You should not be alive.
It could put our cause in danger. If you are ever seen by anyone
who has functioning favors in their heads it might bring us to the
attention of the First Ones."
"How so?" Jake asked.
"You
have been exposed to a device of Zeth manufacture that permanently
destroys the quantum entanglement that connects the photons in
your favors to the QECH hub..."
"Yes, Troska told me about that. How the hell did they manage that anyhow?" Jake asked.
"It's
a bit complicated, but I'll try to explain it in the most basic way I
can. You may wonder how it's possible to ever observe a photon
without destroying it in the first place. Normally, when a photon
is observed, you know it's there because it
excites an electron into a higher state, which is then detected.
The
problem is the excitation of the electron actually absorbs the photon's
energy and destroys it. If the electron's new state is unstable,
it will collapse
back down and release a photon in the process so energy is neither
gained nor lost and the laws of physics are observed. The photon
in a QECH communicator is trapped in a sophisticated magneto-optical
system that takes advantage of the electric field that all photons
have. The nature of the trap prevents and reflects any frequency
of radio energy from entering it so the photon is quite safe from
tampering.
"The
QECH gear uses a stream of rubidium atoms which cross the trap to read
the photon. The energy levels of the atoms are changed by the
photon's electric field, but they are in such a low state as they enter
that they are not excited quite enough to absorb the photon's energy
through its electric field. When a rubidium atom crosses the
photon, the electrons that orbit its nucleus are delayed a tiny amount
which can be measured using the same techniques that are used in atomic
clocks. It is that delay that allows the photon to be observed
and its spin state read without it being destroyed.
"The Zeths
have found that while the photon inside the trap is immune from radio
tampering, they can attack the device from the outside. If they
bombard the stream of rubidium atoms with radio energy of a very
precise frequency and amplitude, they can raise the level of excitation
of the electrons orbiting their nuclei to the point where they are
about to jump to a higher state. As the atoms pass through the
trap, the weak electric field of the photon is just enough to complete
the excitation and the electron jumps to a higher energy level,
absorbing the photon and collapsing the wormhole that links it to its
partner at the QECH hub.
"The
electron is in an unstable state
so it drops back down to the lower level immediately, and releases a
photon back into the trap, but it is no longer the same photon and is
not linked to any other. The device becomes useless. Other
races began to research the QECH technology in the past to try to learn
exactly how it works but the First Ones
saw them doing it and rapidly put a stop to it in most brutal ways that
insured there would be no evidence of their progress. They were
not concerned because they could stop anyone from even trying to look
closely at the devices. If they had known long ago when the
technology was first developed that they would eventually meet up with
the Zeth, they would have put more effort into protecting it.
They were not prepared for a race that was entirely immune
to their controls, so the Zeths were able to research the favors and
their QECH link technology quite thoroughly without interference from
the First Ones. The First Ones will likely move to create a more
secure system of protection for QECH modules once they learn of our
ability to break the link, but there will be nothing they can do about
all of the existing QECH systems. As it stands they do not
research improvements to their own technology any longer. They
have stagnated completely."
"So how is it that breaking the QECH connection of my favors puts your movement in jeopardy?" Jake asked.
"The First Ones can no longer look
through your eyes or
hear what you're hearing. More importantly, because you had an
active contract for resurrection, they would have been receiving a
constant transmission from the favors in your head updating the map of
your mind with any changes to your synaptic patterns. That
transmission will have stopped abruptly. The
unfortunate side-effect is a serious complication that could cause us
problems, and we have gone out of our way to avoid it up until Troska
spared your life. The First Ones do not yet know of our ability
to
destroy their link to the favors in your body and we prefer to keep it a secret from them. That ability is
still thought by them and the rest of the collective to be impossible.
As soon as the
transmission from your favors stopped, the First Ones would assume you
were vaporized because that is the only possible explanation, and they
would begin the process of resurrecting you."
Jake's
eyes went wide at the implication and he asked, "You mean, back on the ship that brought
me here is another version of me that will wake up in three months?"
"Yes,
that's right. A version that will remember what happened to you
only up until the point shortly after your crash when the device was
powered up and broke the
link between your favors and the QECH hub that is dedicated to their
communication. There are two Jakes now, or at least there will be
in three months' time if you are still alive here. It is a
situation
we knew could occur, and we have done our best to avoid it as it could
give
clues to the First Ones of what we are up to before we are ready for them to know. If you are seen by
someone with functioning favors and one of the First Ones happened to
be experiencing that person's life at the time, the First Ones may
realize there were two of you and they may begin to guess what we are
able
to do."
It
was an unsettling thought. Somewhere out there on the
Slirkstrith, Jake was being printed up again and a new synthetic brain
would be loaded up with his mind and all of his experiences up until
just after his seat came down and he started walking toward Mak.
That
version of Jake wouldn't remember anything that happened between Mak and him after
they got back together again and would think he and Mak are still on
the outs.
That version of Jake would come to life in three
months. Which one of them would be the real Jake? Somehow
it felt to him that he was the real one, and the other was not valid,
but was that really true?
It had
only been a couple of days so the Slirkstrith was still very close but
would be steaming outward on the two month journey to the edge of the
heliosphere. They had no reason to come back once Jake's
contract was canceled so they would go on about whatever other business came their way.
The
Jake who woke up in Xelzix's chair
next would be getting the news that he no longer has a contract and
would no longer be immortal. There would be two Jakes, but
neither would survive another death, unless the other one figured out a
way to get a new contract. That would make him the immortal Jake
that would go on to live forever, while this Jake would eventually get
unlucky and die quite permanently. Maybe that made the other Jake
the valid one and this one just a temporary aberration.
This
Jake had certainly got the short end of the stick on the deal.
The other one would have functioning favors in his head and get
to live forever.
Jake
imagined Srythryn pacing up and down the hall three months from now,
waiting for his love to emerge from Xelzix's room. It would
really be Jake coming out and jumping into the arms of his sweet
captain. Yet, it wouldn't really be him.
For some reason it
made him feel jealous to think that Srythryn would be showering his
love on someone else, thinking it was him. Yet, really, it would
be him. His brain began to throb again as he tried to wrap his
head around it. They really were both completely valid Jakes.
They had both been made in exactly the same way.
It
was
disturbing, yet intriguing. He couldn't help but wonder what it
would be like to meet him. What would it be like to meet someone
and know not only absolutely everything they know including their
deepest, darkest secrets, but also know what they're thinking at the
moment and what they will be thinking next.
What
would it be like to get some time alone and engage in sex together?
They would know absolutely every hidden desire and there would be
no reason to hold anything back. It would be quite interesting to
say the least. He wondered if he might ever get the chance.
He also wondered how Srythryn would take the news that there were two of him now. How would Mak take it?
The
thought of Mak suddenly made him realize that this movement of theirs might
still be in trouble. Wouldn't the loss of communication of Mak's
favors cause problems for them too? Mak is still walking around
alive, yet they can't read his favors.
"What
about Komakwa? His favors would have lost communication too.
Wouldn't the fact that he's back and walking among his people
raise questions?"
"No,
at least, it is highly unlikely and fairly easy to mitigate. His
situation differs because he
had no contract and as such was not transmitting an expected signal
constantly that would suddenly cease. There would never be
another copy of him waking up. There may in fact have been
First Ones looking through his eyes to see the other side of your
adventure, but once his transmission stopped along with yours, it would
be assumed you both perished and they would move on to some other
entertainment. All that needs to be done now is to
cancel your contract and ensure that the other version of you has no
reason to go back into his life. He will ultimately disappear
into the underground once he's convinced his father of the importance
of joining our cause and at that point neither his absence, nor his
presence, will be noticed."
"How can you safely get his father on
board when his head has functioning favors and he has a contract so
they're constantly transmitting?"
"The same way we've recruited
most of our people. There are traditionalist religions among
Komakwa's people and my own as well, who prefer to have the nanos
purged from their bodies. The First Ones like the idea of a bit
of extra unpredictability so they allow it to be done in a limited
basis. We only recruit those who have had that process performed
as we can safely discuss the true goals of our movement and reveal to
them the way things really are. We plan to have Komakwa convince
his father to join the religion and have the process performed to purge
him of his favors. At that time we'll be able to communicate with
him freely and tell him the truth of our universe."
"What
do you mean by 'the truth of our universe'? Why do you speak as
though the First Ones are spying on us or experiencing our lives?"
"I
am not certain that the time is right to enter into this discussion.
It will reveal things to you that may be difficult for you to
accept. We will get into the details of it at some point as I've
been asked to explain the entire truth of the universe to you, but I
think you may wish to rest more and be in better condition before I
reveal information that may be shocking or upsetting to you. It
will be a long discussion and I want you to feel ready for it."
"If
there is something I need to know, then tell me. I don't feel any
need to wait. What is it that's so shocking? Why do you
all want to break away from the First Ones?" Jake asked.
"So that we would no longer be their puppets," Rhokki said.
"What
do you mean by that? Are you saying they can control what we do?
I was told the favors didn't have that ability built into them."
"No, they
cannot directly control us, nor would they want to as that would be
boring for them and lead to predictable outcomes. They direct the
actions of the races of the collective, but it is more a means of
keeping them under control and setting the stage for their
entertainment."
"So
how do they control everyone then? Are you talking about the
Lawkeepers and their ability to use the favors to punish people?"
"Yes, that's correct. The First Ones themselves have
a presence on
nearly all major military vessels. The races of the collective
rely on the First Ones to resurrect their officers and soldiers and all
major capital ships have the facility right on board. The elite
and powerful of all military, governmental, educational and financial establishments
all have contracts for resurrection. Many of the major ark ships
double as resurrection sites and the ships would essentially not be
able to afford the massive amount of fuel it takes to move them about
the universe without the funding provided by the First Ones in return.
The favors provided by the First Ones pervade the entire explored
universe and are present on all planets belonging to the collective and
inside the bodies of their people. They have the ability to wipe
out entire worlds at their whim and the threat of that allows them to
tightly control the development of new technologies to the point of
always keeping the races from advancing any further and becoming a
threat to the First Ones themselves. They are the de facto rulers
of the entire universe and it is their playground."
"I don't
understand. What do you mean by 'playground'? All of the
things you've said are not news to me. I thought that the First
Ones are benevolent and looking out for all of the races."
"You
are mistaken, as are the vast majority of people in the collective.
The First Ones have destroyed countless races in the past for
their own amusement without
the rest of the collective even knowing. To them, life is cheap
and abundant and it exists for their pleasure and entertainment.
They are the ones heading up
the exploration of the universe and they are the first to learn of the
rise of any race to sentience and they carefully monitor their
technological development. They invite those who advance to the
point of space travel into the collective to continually add new and
fresh races into the mix. Those who refuse, or those who are more
technically advanced than the First Ones would like them to be, are
destroyed outright. Some who have not even been approached yet
are destroyed if the First Ones find a reason to do it. The
destruction is brought about through
means that are entertaining to the First Ones and appear natural to the
rest of the collective so that they do not become suspicious."
"I don't believe it. How do they destroy them?"
"In
various ways. They create copies of world leaders and load them
with a synthetic brain with the mind of one of their own lackeys.
Then they replace the originals with them and pit one
faction against another, and
entertain themselves by watching the wars escalate to the point of
total annihilation of the species with its own weapons. They
launch antimatter into the race's sun causing it to go nova. They
create diseases and unleash them into the population. They launch
meteors at the world to bring about a cataclysm. They produce a
singularity in nearby space to form a black hole that sucks the world
and its system in. They try to
vary their methods to keep things more entertaining for themselves as
they experience the lives of those who are dying horrible deaths just
to see how it feels.
There are countless worlds with countless races throughout the
universe and the First Ones know that they will never run out of fodder
for their shows so any races that prove unsuitable for one reason or
another are disposed of quickly in whatever entertaining fashion
springs to mind."
"Shows, as in performances?"
"Yes.
I'm sure you've heard of the Watchers, the faction of the First
Ones who are responsible for learning all about races and watching
their development. The reality is that all of the First Ones are
in fact Watchers. They use the favors to tune in to various lives
to try
to find any that are interesting and when they do, they watch them and
experience everything the subject experiences. They are no longer
physically capable of living lives in the normal sense so this is the
best way for them to be entertained and engaged. They need
entertainment to keep their minds from stagnating."
"What do you mean they aren't physically capable of living lives?" Jake asked.
"The
First Ones are no longer a race of people in the normal sense.
They are a collection of minds in a vast network of computers
that they built themselves billions of years ago when they were still
corporeal.
They were biological beings once, like us, but now they are fully synthetic and they have no physical body of any
type any longer. They are as you would be if they simply brought
your mind to life while it was still simply a map in their computer.
They cannot see, hear, or feel anything except vicariously
through those who carry the favors and transmit the streams back to the
First Ones."
"That can't be right. I've seen one of
them, the one who resurrects me and is responsible for my
contract with Mogwo, Komakwa's father."
The
lion shook his head
and said, "No. What you saw was simply one of the first races
that the First Ones used their favors on. They control them
completely. They destroyed the entire race many billions of years
ago and kept only a few who had compliant minds and who wanted to do
what the First Ones wished of them. They stored those compliant
minds as maps in their computers and use the genetic information from
only one member of that race to produce as many as they need to do
the job. They all look exactly alike and are physical clones of
each other. The First Ones genetically modified the clone so that it could
not reproduce in any way so they could not increase their numbers on
their own. Their minds are slightly different, but only as it
suits their job. The Lawkeepers are all loaded with the same
mind, as are the Matchmakers and so on.
"They act as proxies to
move about the universe
pretending to actually be
the First Ones. Nobody knows the original name of the race of
little men, but we call them 'lackeys'. Serving the First Ones
is their only purpose. They know full
well that they live only because of the First Ones and if they ever
give away their secrets the race will be forfeit and they will vanish
from existence. The First Ones also keep them happy and motivated
by allowing them to experience the streams of others as well
occasionally. No doubt the one who acts as your Matchmaker has
inhabited your body in a sense, each and every time you engaged
in sexual activity. They love to experience the sensations of sex
through other races since they cannot do it themselves. They like
to tweak the bodies of those undergoing matches to improve your own
enjoyment of it and thus their own as well. They instill in you a
powerful drive to seek out sex whenever possible to ensure plenty of
entertainment for them. You are being used as their source of
sexual enjoyment."
Jake suddenly recalled his first
conversation
with Xelzix. At one point he had said something about not being
able to have sex in the normal way. He also recalled another
conversation he'd had with the little alien when he'd been resurrected
after his water park incident. He'd said how exhilarating it felt
just as he was about to die, and Xelzix had said 'That is just as it
should be. We want your life to be as exciting and unpredictable as
possible.'
So Xelzix was just a person
cloned and grown from a collection of cells and loaded up with a
compliant mind that the true First Ones could manipulate to do their
bidding. He was some sort of sex addict who was incapable of having sex, so he had to keep on doing
his job as Matchmaker in order to set up the best sexual experiences
that he could then tune in to and enjoy.
It all seemed to fit. It made sense and seemed quite possible.
"How did the First Ones end up as minds in their own computers?" Jake asked.
"Many billions of
years ago
they
became completely reliant on their own technology to do everything for them that was physically demanding in any way.
Evolution eventually took from them the ability to even move
about on their own effectively. After they developed the
technology to map a physical brain and reproduce it in a synthetic one
they began to toy with various approaches to moving their minds into a
different medium such as machines, or the bodies of other races of
beings. Most attempts lead to madness. In the end they
realized that they really had no need to go out into the universe and
experience life as corporeal beings any longer, they could simply do it
vicariously through others and as such move from one experience to
another as they wished and not be limited to only one life stream. It seemed simpler to them to simply plug
themselves into the life of an unwitting subject and ride along to see
and feel everything that person experienced and if it got boring, move on to another.
"They
eventually developed the system
that is in place today. The favors in the bodies of the races
transmit all that each individual sees, hears, and feels. They
are plugged right into the subject's nervous system. They can
feel elevated heart rate, bowels loosening from fear, blushing from
embarrassment, tender touches or brutal stabbings, sexual stimulation
and orgasm, and so on. Everything you can feel, they can feel
through you. Through
the lives of others the First Ones can experience everything they are
no longer able, and ultimately too lazy,
to do themselves. They can experience the joy of love, or the
pain of child birth, or the taste
of a delicacy, or the rush of adrenaline that occurs moments before
death. They could feel the thrill of murder or rape, the fear of
being hunted or dropped into a field of battle.
"Above all else
they yearned for the physical pleasure of sex and that is what led them
to creating the faction of lackeys called Matchmakers. To create situations that
would lead to the best sexual experiences possible and then experience them vicariously through the matches. Everything
they are no longer able to feel, they experience through
the trillions of people of all of the races spread throughout the
universe that are part of the collective, and even in some cases, those who are not.
The only way to keep it interesting and unpredictable was to
ensure that no one knows the truth of what is happing so that they
proceed through their own lives as they normally would and the unpredictability is maintained."
It
seemed unbelievable on the face of it, yet it made perfect sense.
From Jake's experience with human nature, the idea of a race
using all others for their own pleasure actually made more sense than a
race that was completely benevolent and helping all of the others for
no reason. He had no trouble believing any of it.
The human race was almost the same way when it came to their entertainment, becoming lazy and
preferring to watch other people live out their lives rather than go out and live their own.
"My race
had something called reality television. It was simply cameras
going in and watching supposedly real people living supposedly real
lives for the entertainment of those who were too unimaginative or too
lazy to go out and live their own lives. What you're describing of how
the First Ones operate is the logical extension of reality television
after millions of years of technical development. To actually
experience and feel it all from the eyes of the 'actors', but the
actors themselves are truly living their lives and are unwitting
participants in the show. It's amazing!"
"Yes, it is.
It is also inherently wrong. They are eavesdropping and
spying and in some cases placing those subjects in dangerous situations
that will likely result in their deaths intentionally, just to see how
they will struggle to overcome the challenges. Most of those who
die as a result of their entertainments do not have the insurance of
return. It is more exhilarating for the First Ones if they are
experiencing the death of someone who truly knows they will be dead and
never come back.
"They
primarily created the system of
resurrection because they often come across individuals who seem to
have a knack for getting into trouble and living lives of adventure.
They became frustrated with how quickly those people would
normally come to their ends, so they wanted to be able to bring them
back and let them get into other situations. In the end we are
their entertainment fodder and beyond that our lives are worthless.
They would quite happily annihilate one race after another if it
was more entertaining than doing it on an individual, piece meal basis.
It is sick and twisted and ultimately takes away the freedoms of
all races in the collective. Some of us feel it is time for it to
end."
"You said they sometimes destroy entire worlds if they
feel some reason to, and that they sometimes use meteorites. It so
happens my world was destroyed that way. Do you think it had
something to do with them? Could they have done it
intentionally? We weren't even part of the collective yet though supposedly we were close to being invited," Jake said.
"If
your world was in an established
star system that was more than a few billion years old, then it is not
only possible, but quite likely. Older systems are more or less
finished sweeping up any large, errant rocks. They all get pulled
into the planets, moons or the star over time by the forces of gravity
until eventually there are no large meteors left and the system
stabilizes. Only small ones that
are relatively harmless still float about. If your system was
older, then the possibility of your world being randomly hit by a
meteorite large enough to destroy it is exceedingly slim. On the
other hand, since the First Ones knew of your world and you had not yet
joined the collective, then the odds of it having been destroyed by
them intentionally are quite high indeed.
"I cannot say the
reason
why they would do it with any certainty, but they would do it on the
slightest whim if they wanted to. Perhaps your governments had
been secretly approached by the First Ones and invited into the
collective and refused for some reason. Perhaps your scientists
developed some technology that the First Ones wanted to suppress from
the rest of the collective. Perhaps you yourself are the reason.
They may have wanted to set up a situation where you were one of
the last of your kind to see how you would react and live out your
life. If they thought it might make for an interesting show, they
would annihilate your species without blinking. All of those
reasons and many others are known by the Zeths to have been the cause
of many such
racial extinctions in the past at the hands of the First Ones.
The Zeths have been
spying on the First Ones for quite some time. In fact, I will ask
our representative of the Zeth race and see if he can determine if the
cause of your world's destruction was natural or not."
"This is getting
a bit far-fetched now. You're saying they may have destroyed my
entire world, just to be entertained by my reaction to it and to see
how it would affect how I live my life?"
"Essentially
so, yes.
They are always looking for better entertainment and destroying a
race to give themselves a more interesting show is certainly common
practice for them. Our lives are worthless, as I said. When
you were a child, did you never kick apart an ant hill for the
entertainment of watching them scurry about? As you watched them
react to your destruction of their world perhaps you stomped on some of
them, or focused the sun on them through a magnifying glass to see them
burn up or maybe threw a bucket of water over them to drown them.
The mind of a very young child has difficulty with the concept of
life having value. The First Ones have regressed to the point of
being like children who need to be entertained. We are much lower
than ants to them so wiping us out is nothing to them. There are
likely more races of sentient beings in the wide universe than there
were individual ant hills on your planet. There will
always be more of us available to toy with."
"This is sickening.
I can't believe I've been fed a pack of lies and bought it.
I was told they don't monitor any streams from anyone unless they
have some need."
"You
were told the same half-truths that have been fed to the entire
collective. Whoever told them to you quite certainly believed it
all themselves, unless it was one of the lackeys who know the truth
full well but would never tell it to you. It is true that they
don't monitor
streams from
everyone, but that is simply because the vast majority of the streams
would be boring to experience and the sheer number of streams is far
greater than the small number of First Ones that exist.
"They jump
from one stream to the next to experience various things like sex in
all its forms, raping someone or being raped, murdering or getting
murdered, falling from a great height, being sold
into slavery, winning a lottery or dying in a fire. They can let
the stream wash over them and they see and hear everything and they
feel the same feelings as though it were happening to them, because
their favors are tied into our nervous systems and transmit all of
the physiological effects our emotions and experiences cause us to
feel. Excitement, hatred, fear, love, bitterness, happiness and
so on all produce feelings in your body that they tap into and
experience though you. From time to time a particularly
interesting life is watched and more and more learn of it and tune in
to experience it. In some cases, such as quite possibly yours,
they use
artificial means, in your case the destruction of your planet, to
create an interesting situation and then experience
how it plays out."
"It's
sick and wrong, but it makes sense. Still, the lies I was told
before made sense too. How do I know this is true any more than
what I'd been told before? How can you know all of this?" Jake
asked.
"I
have been informed of it by the Zeth who communicates with me.
What he told me not only made sense but fits perfectly into my
own experiences and I've researched a great deal of the things he
explained to me and found them all to be true. Recent events at
my own world bore the truth out more plainly than anything else.
The Zeth's race was invaded by the First Ones long ago but due to
their
unique physiology that is based on silicon rather than carbon, they
were immune to the
favors. They are very close to being machines themselves, and as
such they are adept at understanding machinery and they were
able to reverse engineer all of the favors and knew what they were
capable of. They infiltrated the First Ones' communications
systems early on and monitored everything that was going on. They
learned all about the truth of the First Ones.
"The methods the
Zeths used to spy on the First Ones were rudimentary but very difficult
to detect. Once they'd learned the truth of what the First Ones
were doing, the Zeths decided to try to repurpose their entrenched spy
technology to attack
the central QECH hub that is responsible for all of the streams of
information flowing from, or commands flowing to, the favors. The
First
Ones caught on and purged the Zeth technology from their systems before it could do any damage.
They knew then that the Zeths were aware of their true nature and
they
decided to turn the collective against them to destroy them.
"The
Zeths are primarily peaceful people, though they are extremely skilled
with technology and have been able to advance even further than the
First Ones, who stagnated long ago. The First Ones have no
further need of technological development as they are nothing but minds
in a computer. They find the races more interesting as they are,
and do not wish their lives to get any easier. The First Ones
actually want technology to stay exactly as it is and advance no
further. The Zeth were
advancing independently and their abilities in some ways far outstrip
the technologies of the collective races. That is how they have
held out for so long as one small race against half a million other races,
but the sheer numbers of the collective forces are too much for them
and they will ultimately lose the war and be annihilated as a race.
"They
are now changing their tactics. They realized they cannot survive
an extended war against the entire collective so they are turning it
more into a war
between themselves and the First Ones. They wish to reveal to
the collective races the reality of the First Ones' nature, but they
cannot possibly do so until they have eliminated the threat of the
favors. The First Ones would annihilate any and all races that
turn against them so the Zeths know they have to tread carefully in
their attempt to get the information out. They want to destroy
the First Ones' grip on the collective by taking away
their ability to command the favors. The most expedient way to
achieve that is to destroy the link between all favors and the QECH
system. Their ultimate goal is to destroy the QECH hub that
communicates with the favors and thus render the First Ones completely
blind and unable to control anyone, anywhere. Once that happens
the truth can be revealed to the entire collective and the hope is that
they will end the war against the Zeths and they can retreat peacefully
back into their own galaxy to be left alone. Unfortunately, in
order to destroy the hub they will need to gain access to one of the
areas the
lackeys use to perform resurrections. Those tend to be highly
secured and would be difficult to infiltrate.
"My
own race was
advancing quite quickly. We too are adept at technology and the
First Ones were not fully aware of our progress because we realized
early on that it would be best to keep it from them. We developed
a religion based on tradition and had those who joined the religion
choose to have their favors purged. The First Ones allowed it.
As I said before they think of those people as sort of 'wild
cards' that make things more interesting. What they didn't know
was that all of those who'd been purged of favors became our most
advanced scientists. They worked on advancing technologies that
were already available in the collective and also developed some new
ones. The Zeths approached us at one point
and we joined with them. Through a combination of the Zeths'
technology and our own we built a warship in secret with the intent to
use it to help free the races from the First Ones, one world at a time.
"The
First Ones caught on and acted swiftly to destroy my world before we
were fully prepared. They knew they did not have time to use
methods that would look natural so they simply commanded the favors to
dissolve it and
everyone on it even as we were attempting to launch satellites we had
developed with the help of the Zeths that would break the link of all
of the favors on the planet to the QECH hub by destroying the quantum
entanglement of their photons. The satellites are simply a more
powerful version of the prototype device that we use here that cut off
your favors. The satellites are capable of blanketing the entire
world with the radio frequencies tuned and boosted precisely in phase
to cause the linked photon to be absorbed. Any and all QECH based
communication would be destroyed. The Zeth have helped us by
providing photons that link to a more complex hub and spoke system of
their own design with which we might gain back instantaneous
communication with the rest of the resistance worlds as more come on
board.
"The
First Ones saw the satellites and we had launched them too late so we did not activate them so as not
to let the First Ones know what their purpose was. We activated
their self-destruct mechanisms instead. The First Ones created
the story that our warship had launched the satellites and used them to
liquidate
our own world and were ready to spread it if needed in order to spur
other members of the collective into action against us. It would
also give them the freedom to use the technique of dissolving entire
worlds with the favors more readily and simply say our stealth ship had
done it.
"Luckily
small portable versions of the technology, similar to the one we use
here at the camp, were already aboard our two ark ships and they were
activated before the First Ones could liquidate the ships. The
ships are now in hiding and our race will survive once we find a
suitable world to live on, but we will keep them hidden until the First
Ones' strangle hold over the races has been eliminated and they are no longer a threat to our freedom."
"If
what you say is true, then we share that one thing in common.
Both of our worlds were destroyed by the First Ones and our races
nearly wiped out," Jake said.
The lion smiled sadly and nodded.
They were interrupted when a very large miquanowan entered the tent and said, "Well look here, I thought I heard voices."
Rhokki let out a low growl and Jake saw his claws begin to extend from his paws.
The
bull stuck his head out of the tent and shouted, "Our cum dump has
awakened and is ready to go to work. I need a couple of you to
carry him over to the area we set up for work breaks where we'll put
him up for use."
"You were warned not to harm him!" Rhokki
growled, "You will face the wrath of your insane leader when he returns
if you do not leave this tent, now!"
The big bull chuckled as two others joined him in the tent.
"We
don't take orders of any kind from you. You are nothing special,
cat. You'll hold your tongue while I'm around or I'll pull it out
of your head," the bull warned.
"You are most welcome to try.
You and your cohorts are not worthy of eating my scat. You
are lower than scum. I have no fear of you and would kill you
before you knew what was happening," Rhokki said in a calm and menacing
voice.
Three more bulls crowded into the tent.
The first bull looked around and determined the numbers were in his favor, so he said, "Get out
of our way, or we'll teach you proper manners around your superiors.
We could just as easily snuff you and claim you tried to help
this one escape. You were told not to untie him, yet there he
sits, free of his bonds. Troska would not have a problem with us
putting you down for that reason alone."
"Troska may not, but the Zeths may have a thing or two to say about it and so will my people."
"Your people are a grey soup covering a planet now. I don't think they can say much anymore."
The bulls all laughed at that.
"My
people are on their way here and will be arriving within a few weeks in
a ship that cannot be seen or detected. Should anything happen to
me, they will fire bomb this place and level it. I assure you
none of you will live if I do not."
"Fine,
you can live, but you
will not stand in our way or we'll simply tie you up the same way we
did him. There are more than forty of us
against you. We know that we can't kill this alien any more than
we can kill you. We will be using him for our entertainment
though, and there is nothing you can do to stop us. As for
Troska, we do it on his instruction. I'm not sure if you realize
quite how much he hates this one. We'll be video recording
everything that happens to him as a little gift for the boy if he ever
decided to question any of the old bull's orders."
"I refuse to
believe that. Your psychotic leader is far too serious about his
own delusional religious beliefs to allow you to do this. You are all
followers of his religion and it does not allow for homosexual
relations."
"No, he was kind enough to let us bend the rules a
bit because of just how much he hates this particular alien. He
will allow us to fuck this one as much as we want, so long as we don't
allow ourselves to be fucked by anyone, and that suits us fine.
I'm not homosexual. I just like to force my cock into a man
because it feels good and this one was built for it."
The bulls chuckled again.
"Don't
get yourself in trouble on my account, Rhokki," Jake said, "They won't
hurt me. They might think they're superior in some way but we
know that's far from the truth. They're cowards and deep down
inside I'm sure they know it."
The
bull advanced on Jake and raised his massive fist. Jake didn't
move or flinch while he prayed his head could take one more hit, but
two bulls rushed to grab the first one and hold him back.
"We
can't hurt it," one of the other bulls said, "Troska will kill you
without hesitation if you do any real damage to the alien without being
told to. He wants it to look pristine and healthy when the boy
tunes in for his video checkup tonight. Luckily he won't be
examining his asshole so we can certainly rip that open for him if we
want."
The other bulls chuckled again and the first one calmed down a bit.
Two of them advanced to grab Jake but Rhokki growled again and moved to stop them and they hesitated.
Jake
was fairly certain the cat could destroy several of the bulls before
they could finally control him but there were close to forty in the
camp according to what the
one had said and it would only end in Rhokki's death.
"Please,
Rhokki, I appreciate what you're trying to do for me but I don't want
to see you hurt. Don't interfere. I'll be fine," Jake said.
The
cat growled again and looked back at Jake.
The man smiled at him
reassuringly so he moved aside to let the bulls through.
The
two bulls grabbed Jake under his arms and lifted him up. They
made as if to drag him away but he shook them off and stood.
"I can walk," he said.
The bulls took positions behind him and the others led the way out the tent and through the camp.
The
camp looked as though it had grown considerably. There were quite
a few camouflage tents scattered about and equipment here and there.
Jake realized that since this was a sacred planet and had no
population, there would be no favors on it whatsoever. That would
make it the perfect staging area for a resistance movement against the
First Ones. Perhaps this camp was just the beginning of what
would eventually be a much larger population of people with no favors,
plotting against the First Ones.
Most of the areas with exposed
equipment were covered in camouflage netting. They came to one
such spot that looked as though it was sort of an open mess area with
latrines to one side. It was a place set up for the men to take
their meals and take breaks from their labor.
They had set up
four poles in an open space beside the break area and that's where they
led Jake. He saw fat ropes attached to the tops of each pole and
he thought he knew right away what they were intended for. He was
proved right moments later when four bulls took his hands and feet and
pulled him up and held him in mid-air in the middle of the poles.
Other bulls came and tied Jake's wrists and ankles to each of the
four poles and then he was released.
His wrists and ankles had
been covered with a heavy foam-rubber like band and the ropes tied over
it so that he could hang here without damaging his skin. It would
leave no marks.
He was suspended facing up, about three and a half feet off
the ground, right about at crotch level for the large bulls. The
way they'd slung him up, his arms and legs were spread wide and it was
clear the intent was for the bulls to simply walk up between his legs
or to his face and fuck whichever hole wasn't in use, dump their cum
into him, and then go back to whatever they'd been doing before.
He'd been positioned right next to the latrine to make it clear
that he was nothing more to them than a toilet designed for them to
shoot their load in him when they felt the need just as they might take
a shit or a piss in the latrine when they felt that need.
The
first bull walked up with a grin and dropped his short to reveal his
thick cock rapidly stretching out of its base to full rigidity.
He pushed it up against Jake's asshole and Jake made a point of
pushing as hard as he could to open wide. He was dry and this was
not going to feel great.
The
bull pushed hard and the thick,
blunt head of his cock forced its way in. The pain was
excruciating at first. It felt like fire, like his skin was being
burned or ripped off of him as the bull continued to grunt and force
his cock in to Jake. Jake remembered what Xelzix had told him
about the modifications to his rectum including a strengthening to
allow for rough sex and hoped it would withstand this abuse.
The massive bull's fat cock wasn't going in easily and the bull
realized he would have to wet it at least some so he began to spit and
spread it around on his shaft. He pulled back a bit until the
head almost emerged and spat a bit more and spread it around.
Once he'd lubricated it at least a bit, he forced himself forward
again and now his cock slid in a bit more easily. Several grunts
and shoves later and the bulls thick, long cock was buried completely
into Jake's rectum and stretching it nearly to its limit.
To
Jake's frustration and the bull's pleasure, all of the rings of muscles
along the length of his rectum were dutifully pulsing and squeezing the
big bull's cock and giving him immensely pleasurable sensations.
Jake too was getting incredibly intense sensations from the muscles
and combined with the stimulation of his inner testicles and his huge
prostate he began to get fully erect while the big bull began to pull
out and drive himself back in.
One of the other bulls gathered around chuckled and said, "Look at that, he loves it!"
He
walked up to Jake's head and roughly grabbed his hair and pulled it
down to bring his mouth into position while he yanked down his shorts
and freed his massive tool and shoved it into Jake's mouth. He
grunted and drove his feet back hard to push himself into Jake until
his cock went into his throat and continued down.
The bull kept
going until his huge sweaty balls bumped up against Jake's nose while he hung helplessly between the four poles.
The
bull was so dirty Jake could smell the strong odor of old urine, sweat,
musk from his glands, and even old shit.
The bull groaned at the
sensation of Jake's snug throat gripping his tool along its length and
he pulled back and then pushed himself back in again.
The bull
grabbed on to Jake's sides with his big, powerful hands just under the
man's arms and used him as leverage as he began to build a rhythm of
moaning and grunting and fucking Jake's mouth. His big, smelly balls
were slapping hard at Jake's face as he bucked and thrust into him, rapidly
working himself up to orgasm.
The bull at the back had grabbed
onto Jake's hips and was doing the same thing down there.
Grunting and moaning and thrusting himself hard into Jake,
reveling in the amazing sensation of the rings of muscles popping off
his cock head and then squeezing back on to it again as he pulled out
and pushed back in.
Both bulls began to hump and thrust faster
and faster until finally the one at the back yelled out "Aww, fuck
yeah!" and slammed himself forward hard into Jake and held himself as
his body convulsed and shot a massive spurt of his semen into Jake.
He bucked several times, each time shooting another long jet of
semen into Jake's bowels.
The bull at the front reached his orgasm too and grunted
and bucked and shot his load down Jake's throat. He humped
and slammed his sweaty balls into Jake's face repeatedly as he pumped
all of the cum he had in him down the man's throat.
Finally
the bucking stopped at both ends and the two bulls unceremoniously
pulled out, pulled up their shorts, and walked away chuckling.
Two
other bulls stepped up and the process was repeated. It was
easier at the back end this time because Jake's rectum was loaded with
bull semen already and it acted as a lubricant for the next thick,
blunt cock that was shoved hard into him.
Jake wasn't sure how long he'd hung there by the time the sun began to set but it must have been four or five hours.
He
was a novelty so every single bull in the camp had to have a go at him.
He'd been thoroughly and forcefully bred by almost forty huge, muscular bulls and
most had come back for seconds.
There was so much cum in him
that it was leaking out of his asshole steadily now and creating a mud
puddle in the dirt below him. His belly was swelling with their
seed.
What
annoyed him most through it all was that his body was
enjoying it. He had not reached his own orgasm but his cock was
sore from being hard most of the time that he'd hung there.
Something inside him was extremely turned on by the idea of being
tied up and used by these animals as a way to relieve a simple need
their bodies had. It was probably something to do with the
changes Xelzix had made to him but he actually almost wished this
treatment was not over yet. He knew it was likely to be repeated
tomorrow, and every day from now on for the foreseeable future.
At least until they get bored with it.
After
the first couple of hours it had become
more like the routine Jake would probably be facing from now on.
Bulls would walk past him to the latrine to take a piss or a
shit, then they'd come back and dump their cum into him, then go over
and sit and chat and rest a bit before going back to work while some
other bull was dumping his seed into Jake. Sometimes the two
bulls at each end of him would be chatting about something across him
even while they fucked him like he wasn't even there. Like two
guys chatting at the urinals while they relieved themselves.
A constant trickle of
bulls came to use their cum dump until finally it was nearly time for
him to go back to the infirmary tent for the video link with Mak.
He
was untied and this time he was dragged back to the tent. His
hips refused to function right at first from his legs being stretched
as far apart as they could go for such a long time. He wouldn't
be able to walk for a while
until the blood flowed properly around his joints long enough to make
things work right again.
Whatever the favors were doing to
strengthen his body seemed to be working for his ligaments and tendons
too. He did not feel sore or in any way damaged from being hung up
and stretched out for hours.
He realized suddenly that his muscles
were still big, his teeth still immaculately clean, his nails all still
properly manicured and his beard not growing. Clearly, breaking the QECH connection for his
favors didn't affect their operation. They were still following
their original programming. They just couldn't be commanded to do
anything else now and the ones in his head couldn't send any signals
back to the First Ones.
He was dragged back into the infirmary tent where Rhokki was waiting for him and dumped onto his cot.
"Get
him cleaned up and ready for the link," one of the bulls said, "I
recommend you make it look like everything's perfectly fine here or the
boy might try something and Troska will have to deal with him in his
way."
Rhokki growled and advanced on the bulls and they quickly exited the tent.
The
big lion turned to Jake with a look of concern and said, "I'm so sorry
they did that to you. I wish that I could somehow stop them but
there are too many. They should not be allowed to defile you so."
Jake
smiled at him and said, "Thank you, Rhokki. You don't need to
feel bad for me. I was modified as preparation for the match so
my body is uniquely suited to bringing them pleasure. They didn't
hurt me at all, really. I suppose I should be incredibly angry
but somehow I'm not. I guess being mad at them but not able to do
anything about it would be like handing them power over me. I
know it sounds sick, but I almost enjoyed it. I guess what you
said about the Matchmakers making us into sex fiends is true."
Jake sat on his cot and lay back to let his circulation take care of his joints.
The lion had a bucket with clean water and a towel and he began to wash Jake.
"I
can do that myself if you give me a minute. My arms and legs are
like rubber and I think I need to let the blood flow through them a bit
longer before I get full control but I can feel it coming back already.
You've done so much for me already, you don't need to bother with
this," Jake said.
"Please, it is no bother at all," Rhokki said
as he gave Jake a sponge bath from head to toe, taking extra time
around his ass and crotch.
Jake enjoyed the
sensation of being pampered and his cock sprang to attention again as
the lion finished up by washing him around there.
Rhokki stared at Jake's hard cock and he gently ran the wet cloth along it slowly.
It felt wonderful to Jake after being frustrated with an erection that he could do nothing about for so many hours.
Rhokki
then wrapped the cool, wet cloth right around the shaft of Jake's penis
and then wrapped his big paw around the cloth and began to slowly jack
it up and down the length of Jake's shaft.
He
looked tentatively up at Jake as if to see if what he was doing was
alright, and Jake smiled at him. His body really needed this and
he was grateful to the cat for it.
The big cat smiled back and turned his attention back to Jake's penis and began to stroke it faster and with longer strokes.
Jake had been so sexually frustrated that it took only a couple of minutes before he felt his orgasm build up.
His
breathing became short and quick and his hips rose just slightly as his
big balls started to tighten up and he grunted as his massive load of
semen rushed up his shaft to explode out the end of his cock and squirt
up to his chest to make a puddle there.
Rhokki's mouth was
slightly open and the tip of his wide, pink tongue stuck out the end of
his mouth slightly as he watched jet after jet of Jake's thick cum
spurt from the end of his cock as the cat's large paw continued to pump
his shaft.
The sheer volume of seed was amazing to the big cat.
He kept working Jake's cock to see just how much he could coax
out of it but eventually the spurting changed to oozing and then even
that stopped.
The lion settled down and changed from pumping to
just gently squeezing the shaft of Jake's cock repeatedly, then he
leaned in and kissed the tip of it and then started to lick up Jake's
cum along his belly and up to his chest were there were large puddles
of it. He licked up every last drop and then he sighed and
finished cleaning Jake with the wet towel.
Neither
one of them said a word about it. The cat was simply helping Jake
to feel better, just as he'd been doing all along.
"It is nearly time for the video link with your lover," Rhokki said, "I
think it would be wise for you to take the bull's advice and do not
mention their foul treatment of you to the boy. It is truly in
his best interests to do precisely what is required of him now.
Make sure you do not give him any reason to do otherwise for his
own safety. After their treatment of you today I can honestly say
I no longer have any interest in being associated with them in any way.
"From
the little time I've spent with you, I can see that you are honorable
and trustworthy. If you wish, when the rhuxus ship I spoke of
earlier arrives here
in a few weeks, I would be happy to bring you and the boy aboard with
me. I will be speaking to my people and we will be breaking all
ties with this group. I can stomach them no longer. If the
Zeth representative does not like that then we will be breaking our
ties with them as well. My race is an honorable one and we will
not tolerate this behavior. The mad bull has broken his word and
shown that he cannot be trusted in any way. For the time being
there is nothing I can do to help you, but when my people arrive you
need only give the word and we will put an end to these vile creatures."
Jake
smiled at the powerful lion and said, "You truly are a good person,
Rhokki. I'm grateful to you for all you've done for me.
I'll take you up on that offer provided we can find a way to get
Mak
away from that psychotic old bull safely."
The
black lion smiled knowingly and said, "Trust me, that will not be a
problem. I can bring you both aboard quite easily and there is
nothing they can do to stop us."
There were several beeps from a device that was sitting on the table by the cot and the lion reached over and picked it up.
"Remember
what I said, it is in his best interest to act like everything is
perfect here," Rhokki said as he pressed a button on the device and
handed it to Jake.
It was sort of like a regular old tablet from
back home but was more like a hard, thin and slightly flexible piece of plastic.
It had a bright three dimensional display and was about ten
inches by seven inches. Jake could see no speaker or
camera on it but he assumed the surface must act as both as well as a
display.
An image formed on it of Mak's face and the young bull
had a look of anxious concern that immediately turned to a happy grin
when he saw a smiling Jake staring back at him.
"Jake!
You're awake at last! I've been so worried. I wasn't
sure your noggin could take another blow and still come back.
It's been knocked around like four times since I met you just a
few days ago if you count your fancy kwarren dismount. How
do you feel?"
Tears
began to well up in Jake's eyes. He hadn't fully realized just
how concerned he'd been about the young bull until he finally saw his
smiling face. He'd fallen so deeply in love with Mak that he
missed him terribly already, even though he'd seen him just the day
before. The relief at seeing him safe and grinning happily was
a bit overwhelming.
Jake
grinned back and said, "I'm so happy to see you. I feel pretty
good considering what was done to my head. Luckily it was built
pretty tough. We had an old wrist watch commercial back on my
world that said 'it takes a licking but keeps on ticking.' If the
First Ones are looking to advertise the quality of their synthetic
brain they're welcome to use it."
Mak chuckled and said, "How are they treating you over there?"
An
image immediately popped into Jake's head of himself stretched out in
mid-air, tied to four posts and being bred repeatedly by forty bulls
and filled so full of their seed that it was leaking out of him
constantly, but he chased it from his mind so Mak wouldn't know
anything was wrong back here.
He smiled and said, "They're treating me
just fine. Rhokki here is taking great care of me."
The
bull smiled and said, "Well, say thanks to him for me. I met him
before they sent me back here. He's a pretty cool guy."
The
lion smiled at the compliment and Jake said, "He's here in the room
with me, so he heard you and he thinks you're right, he's pretty cool."
Rhokki and Mak both chuckled and the young bull said, "Troska's
here in the room with me too if you want to send him a 'fuck you'."
"Cool, thanks. Fuck you, Troska! Hurry up and die why don't you?" Jake shouted.
Mak
laughed and suddenly the image wavered as he appeared to briefly
struggle and then he gave an angry look and said, "Get back, old man.
You'll give me my full two minutes as agreed."
Mak looked
back at Jake and said, "Troska wanted to say 'fuck you' back but I
wouldn't let him have the comm screen. I can't wait to see you
again, Jake. They're gonna drop me on the planet in two weeks at
the location they chose for my trial. It's supposed to be secret
but the mad butler here somehow figured out where it is, so he's gonna send
someone to pick me up there and take me back to the camp. Did
they tell you what the movement is all about?"
Jake nodded and said, "Yeah, it was a bit of a surprise."
"No
kidding. They told me everything too, now that my favors are cut
off. I knew the First Ones were bad news but I had no idea just
how bad. It has definitely helped me decide my future. I
hate Troska. That will never change and he knows
it, but I have to admit that I think he's right to fight against the
First Ones. He's watching me like a hawk. He doesn't trust
me and thinks I'll run off first chance I get to fly back there to
rescue you. He and I have come to an agreement of sorts that will
come into play when I've finished my ascendance and can make my own
decisions with my life. I
won't
be joining his religion, though I will appear to have joined it so I
can pull my father into it too and get his favors purged, and Troska
will not interfere with
things between
you and me. I will become a part of the movement. I'm gonna
do
everything I can to get my father to join too once he's purged and can
hear the whole truth. My father will
help to bring our race on board and then you and I will be free to live
here together once the favors of the whole planet are cut off.
Did they tell you about the satellites?"
Jake nodded and was about to answer when Mak looked over to the side and got an annoyed look on his face and said, "Already?"
He
looked back at the screen and said, "Jake, I'm only allowed two minutes
each night to see you. I want to know if you're OK or all bets
are off. As long as I play along with them they won't hurt you.
As long as they don't hurt you I'll play along. We just
need to hang in there until I start my fake ascendance and come back
there. Just take
care and I'll see you again tomorrow night. I love you, Jake."
"I love you too, Mak. I miss you already. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
The image went blank and Jake handed the device back to Rhokki.
He
felt immense relief to have seen the young bull and verified that he
was just fine. He looked forward to talking to him again tomorrow
night and even more to finally seeing him again in two weeks.
He began to feel weary from his ordeal today and he stretched and yawned and said, "I think I'm ready to go to sleep now."
The
lion smiled at him and said, "I have been sleeping here in the cot next
to you. I feel ready to retire for the night too. There is
more dried meat and fruit in the rucksack next to the table and the
canteen has been refilled. Perhaps you should try to eat a bit more before you retire to help your body recuperate."
"No thanks. I have a belly full of bull semen and I'm thinking that's all the protein my body will need for now."
The cat chuckled and shook his head at Jake's cavalier attitude to his brutal treatment.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine Rhokki. Thanks again for taking such good care of me. I really appreciate your kindness," Jake said.
The
lion smiled a bit sadly and said, "Well, I hate to put a damper on your
appreciation, but I'm afraid as part of the agreement I must tie you up
again."
Jake said, "I really need to use the latrine first."
The lion reached under the cot and pulled up a bed pan and handed it to Jake.
Jake
sighed and took the pan. He voided his bowels into it and pissed and then handed it back to Rhokki.
The
cat examined the contents and then looked at Jake and said, "There is
no blood whatsoever in here. How were you able to withstand that
treatment without them doing internal damage to you?"
"I was
modified specifically for my match with Komakwa. My body was
thoroughly strengthened and my rectum and throat modified to allow a
miquanowans penis to use it roughly without damage."
The cat
nodded and said, "Yes, of course. I should have thought of that.
It would likely make you capable of intercourse with quite a wide
variety of races as well. If you were strengthened enough back
there you could even handle me."
Jake chuckled and said, "Are
you bragging about the size of your equipment? I might have to
ask you to back that up with some proof."
The big cat smiled and
said, "No, it isn't the size so much as the shape. Very few races
are compatible for anal sex with mine. Even our own males cannot
take the penis of another of us. Like most felids, the end of my
penis is covered in over a hundred backward facing barbs intended to
stir the female into ovulation when we pull out of her. They can
be quite damaging to the rectum of a male lover, so as a homosexual
myself I have led quite a lonely life."
Jake said, "I'm sorry to
hear that. My life was extremely lonely too up until a short time
ago so I know what you're going through."
The beautiful lion
smiled and nodded and walked on his hind legs to the exit of the tent and put the bed
pan just outside to deal with in a minute.
Jake
marveled at how smoothly and naturally the big cat transitioned from
walking on four legs, to walking on two while carrying something, then
back to four again. He seemed perfectly comfortable either way
but seemed to prefer walking on four like a normal lion.
He came back and Jake lay back on the cot and spread his arms and
legs and Rhokki tied him up again. He then went and got the bed
pan and took it to the latrine to empty it.
As soon as he'd left, a
bull stuck his head in to the tent to check that Jake was securely tied
and then went back to his guard position outside.
Rhokki came back and extinguished the light and lay down on his own cot to sleep.
Jake
struggled at first to try to get to sleep. He was tired but his
mind reeled with the information he'd learned today about the true
nature of the First Ones. He wasn't sure what was in store for
the future but he was determined to do his bit if what he'd heard
turned out to be true. He would definitely throw his lot in with
the rhuxus and get the hell away from Troska and his group of evil
stooges.
He
would remind Rhokki to check with the Zeth representative to see if
they could determine if Earth really was destroyed intentionally.
That would pretty much clinch it for Jake.
He tried to
push it all away and turned his thoughts back to Mak. He loved
the young bull so much and he would see him in two weeks if they both
played their parts right.
The
thought of being reunited with the bull calmed him and finally he
drifted off to sleep to rest up and be ready for whatever they would
throw at him tomorrow.
***
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