Date: Mon, 01 Jan 2001 11:46:25 +0800
From: Reaver <reaver27@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sk8r Dreams - Part 7 (bb, pteen, scifi, trans)

Sk8r Dreams

Reaver
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Older parts can be found at nifty archive gay sf-fantasy section (
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Foreward: Don't read this if you're not allowed to by someone or some
law....blah blah blah
The following story was inspired by Jr Parz's story Master PC. I
actually wrote it cos I was bored, plus I was on a bit of medication at
the time so it's probably a bit strange. If you are reading this I am
begging for comments and suggestion as to what should happen next. I
know it's been a while, but I've been busy. I'm trying to finish up the
series in a bit, get onto to other things, I'd love it if others took
the idea up and used in there own stories. I'd like to thank the author
of part 6, which I did sort account for in this story, it didn't have
much of an effect as I was half way through this one when his came
along,
but I love that one. I hope you enjoy my stories.
        Reaver.

PART 7 (I spose since part 6 has already been written)
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	James decided to return Neil to his 13 year old cum junkie form, he
liked him that way. Nick had expressed his displeasure about aging Neil,
he still felt Neil needed punishment, and he wasn't getting it in his
new form. James introduced the ex-jocks to the group, but they weren't
staying, but he make sure they visited. As he looked around the
collection of skater dudes it occured to him that the place was getting
a little crowded now they all lived there. Not that there were too many
guys, that could never happen. A lot of room was something he liked
though, so some had to go or he had to enlarge the place. He wasn't in
the mood for enlarging, so he decided to let some of them go. Now he had
an 18 year old they could rent a place. He might send some surplus guys
along with the older guy, then he might visit them every now and again
to fuck them.
	After some thought he decided on a list to stay. Nick, Neil, Jason &
Kurt, Ryan, Andre` and Shannon. Good mix of ages and races he thought.
He'd leave Aaron in charge of the new group, even though Brad would be
older then him. All that was needed now was a place for them to stay. So
he went downstairs to make some changes, and made himself a palmtop with
Maker on it as an afterthought, just in case a landlord needed some
persuading. He grabbed all the guys and they went for a skate around
browsing for a new place.

	As the whole group skated off into the distance they weren't unnoticed,
despite James' efforts a couple of people watched them leave. Patrick
and Daniel had been watching the flat for a little while. They weren't
really all that interested in the group, but the house itself. They were
burglars.
	Patrick was a 25 year old, 6' with brown hair and very fair skin. His
face was speckled with light blemishes, and altogether he wasn't all
that good looking. Daniel wasn't much better, he stunk of stale beer as
well. He was 23, shorter and thinner then Patrick coming in at around
5'9, and 80 kilos. His dirty blonde hair wasn't naturally that colour,
but out of neglect. He carried a chunky backpack, it made noises as he
shifted. They burgled for fun, staking out places for ages, just cos
they had nothing better to do with their time. It gave them a bit of
extra money, but they were cautious and were select in what they took.
	"Bunch of kids, I think that's the lot of em" Patrick stated
	"Yeah," Daniel dragged on his cigarette, "See how many?"
	"Nah, couldn't really see them clearly for some reason." Patrick
squinted as his brain went to work, James' work making it hard to be
sure of they even being there, "Four or five maybe mate?"
	"If there's anyone left we can deal with them right?" Daniel blew out
smoke accidentally into Patrick's face
	He spluttered and knock the smoke out of Daniel's hand. "You are a
dickhead Danny, those things'll kill you, if I don't get you first." He
coughed again, "Watch where you blow the smoke next time, or you'll be
doing it from your arse. Let's get a move on." Clumisly they approached
the backyard flat.
	Once they reached it they decided to go in through the front door.
Daniel pulled out a crow bar, and wrenched the door open. Patrick went
across the threshold first, and froze...not hearing anything continued
into the house. He turned around to talk to his friend.
	"Ok do a quick search of this level, I'll go up stairs. Just stick to
this level though, and make a note of stuff that is viable." Daniel
nodded at the instruction and moved on his way. Patrick headed for the
upper level.

	About 15 minutes later they meet in the tv room. Patrick had searched
the gym/skate room and found that there was nothing of much interest
there they could get out easily. Daniel had found the ground a bit more
yielding, with the tv, stereo, and so forth. He'd found the door to the
basement, but had decided to wait for Patrick.
	"Well that was fucking useless, who are these guys?" Patrick made a
gesture up, "There's a sort of rec centre up there."
	"Nice stuff down here," Daniel gave Patrick a list he'd made. "I think
there is some sort of basement through that door, there are step. I
thought I'd wait." He took another look around, "Oh and there aren't any
bedrooms in here, not anything obvious anyway, must be some sort of
giant games room place for the local kids or something."
	"Don't make too many assumptions air head, you might cauase yourself a
seizure. Yeah, well we'll have a look downstairs." He headed to the
door, and made his way down.

	At the bottom of the steps they opened another door onto a darkened
room. The stepped in, there was a pause. Their feet sank in the plush
carpet as they searched for a light switch. The light revealed James's
large room. His bed a mess, churned up from sex the night before. The
duo had no idea what had been going on to cause the mess, there weren't
any cum stains to give them clues, James had Maker run a subroutine to
clean stains up. They noted the computer, large bed, three doors (newly
added by James the morning before to deal with the new permanent crowd),
an even larger stereo and cd collection then upstairs.
	"Shit, now this place is complete." Daniel exclaimed. He raced over to
check the doors, he discovered one was an ensuite, another was a huge
walk in wardrobe, the other was locked. He was about to jimmy it open
when Patrick stopped him.
	"Don't bother opening it Dan. We've got more then enough stuff here, I
don't want to have to decide between more stuff as it is."
	"Can we take the computer, it looks hell powerful." He moved over to
it.
	"Hey if you can carry it upstairs by yourself sure." Patrick had
decided that besides the cd collection there wasn't anything here he
could be bothered carring upstairs, expecially when there was stuff on
the floor above. He decided to check out the computer though, it could
be interesting.
	Daniel sat down in front of the monitor, Patrick rested on the tower.
"Let's start her up, hmmmm hasn't got a brand name on it, must be a
backyard job." He reached out and pushed the power button, which turned
out to be a mistake.
	Now James was protective of his computer, he had always been, but
expecially now he had Maker. The rest of his stuff didn't matter, cos he
could always make more. If someone used Maker though he knew it could be
really bad, he just played around but if someone serious got their hands
on it who knows what could happen. He had programmed his boys to stay
away from it anyways, but he knew the possibility that someone could try
something. A couple of days the thought had occured to him, so he had
checked up about being able to leaving little triggers running, even if
the program was not running. So he had left a small booby trap, if
someone else tried to turn it on, or even touched it while it was on,
they would get a bit of a surprise.
	Daniel jumped first, he was standing a meter away a moment later, after
a jolt passed through him from the power button. Now it was turned on
Patrick recieved a shock too. "Jezuz Christ it's live" He yelled as he
propelled himself from it. He was a little shakened, but not as shaken
as he was he he looked at his partner, who appeared to be changing.
	Daniel's hair became a very light blonde, he began to get shorter and
younger losing his stubble and slight paunch. Soon he looked 16, he was
different then when he was originally that age though, his hair shone,
his face clear of acne, and he was broader. His clothes hung off him as
he continued to regress, 15, 14, 13, 12, getting cuter and cuter until
he finished at 9. His clothes begun to adjust. His pants became long
cargo shorts, they slid down his waist, exposing the tops of a pair of
pokemon boxers. His shirt turned baggy and unbuttoned to reveal a fair
white bod that was still developing, then his sneakers became better
suited prowlers. A skateboard poked out from behind his back, sticking
out of his backpack that had been up to that point filled with more
dubious equipment. His hair grew out a little, his nose snubbed
slightly, and a stud appeared in his left lobe. He looked everybit the
prepubescent skater.
	Patrick gapped at the transformation in front, as his own overtook him.
He begun to regress, but just like Daniel it was not a regression to an
earlier self, but to something new. He went from a 6', 105 kg, 25 year
old man to a 4'7", 40 kg, 9 year old boy. His short light brown hair
lengthed and darkened, then found itself in a pony tail, exposing a new
undercut. His pants changed becoming baggy board shorts, exposing smooth
young legs. His shirt became a baggy tee, then a bulky jacket
materialised over it, so baggy and open it was almost sliding off his
shoulders altogether. His thongs closed over to become skater shoes. His
green eyes darkened to a dark brown, his skin followed to a light honey
tan, he looked like a well sunned boy. Finally a earring appeared in his
right ear, as a board grew under his arm. Now Daniel and Patrick were a
pair of really young skate boys, and their new lives and fun were just
beginning.
	Both kids looked each other up and down, their new personalities
becoming established. The men they were, were now trapped inside the
minds of two horny juvenile deliquents. Daniel circled Patrick, nodding
his head. "Yeah bitchin'." He brushed his hair behind his ear, "You look
good Pat."
	"Yeah Danni, this is wicked cool. You're pretty hot you know." Pat said
	"Yeah I know man," He moved over to the stereo, "Let's put on some
tunes."
	"Yeah sounds good to me." Pat walk over to him, a slight jangling of
his chain could be heard. He encircled his arms around Danni's waist.
Danni reached back with one hand and ran it over Pat's hair, playing
with his pony tail. Then he reached forward with the other hand and
turned on the radio. Some girl band was playing.
	"Bitches who think they are artists, all they are skanks. Someone's
gotta teach the world what the only real music is. Crap let's put some
on." The homey 9 year old went to the cd collection, and selected a
couple of rapper cds. "Put this shit on boy." He handed them over the
Pat, who put them in.
	As the rap started up they begun to try and break dance to it. They did
it in a boyish akwardness. They fell over a bit, laughing each time.
Daniel was attempting a back spin on the carpet, when Pat tripped over
him. Danni in revenge wrestled with him, before the transformation
Patrick would've won easy, but now was different they were both near the
same. Danni was quickly emerging as dominant, relishing the fact he had
an even grounding with the ex-older man now. They remained a mound of
squirming and struggling flesh. After 10 minutes Danni made his way on
top of Pat. He sat of Pat's firm stomach, holding his arm's on the
ground, his opponent was paralysed. Pat looked up into the blonde boy's
eyes, scanning him over. His hair was messed up, his clothes creased.
His shirt still open revelaing his white chest, then to his white
stomach, then he looked at his friends long shorts and wanted to know
what was in them.
	Danni loved his friend's gaze. "You like what you see you little slut."
He licked his lips. "Yeah that's right, I know what you want. Well you
are my bitch now." Keeping his grip on Pat's hands he raised them onto
his chest. He didn't need to force them to touch, and he soon let go of
Pat's wrists. They soon made delicate wide circles around Danni's smooth
child chest. His apparent innocent younthfulness made it only hotter
when he gently spoke obcenities to his boy. "Yeah Pat, that's fucking
great. Fucking shit, this is wicked, homey g. Oh yeah shit."
	"I love you Danni." Pat told him adoringly. He hope to please Daniel's
new dominant personality.
	Danni slapped him, "No bIt-CH, I dont want you to love me, you gots to
worship me and my godlet body." Pat nodded submissively. He certainly
would, Maker had provided him that personality. Danni got off Pat, "Get
up slut."
	Pat got up quickly. He wanted to whatever he could to make Danni happy.
	"Yous gotta strip tease for me baby." The 9 year old sk8r walked over
to James' bed and sat on it to watch the display.
	Pat was unsure at first. Akwardly at first he started by pulling off
his jacket. "Slowly slut, you hafta make me happy." Danni told him. Pat
automatically went slower, pushing out his juvenile chest toward his
dominator. The over large jacket slid off his shoulders slowly, down his
arms then onto the ground, making a pile in itself. Managing to get
himself into a rythym that some how complemented the faster tempo of the
rap that permeated the atmosphere. He slid his hands down his body, til
he reached the bottom of his shirt, then he gripped it and pull it
taunt. Eyes closed his hands appeared to have a mind of their own as
they pulled the tee up to expose his brown flesh. They teased his
audience, by almost pulling it off, then pulling the shirt back down.
All the while his body moved with the broken melody of the music. "Yeah
my boy, yos got it, mmmm ya making me so horny bitch." Danni drooled.
Pat's shirt finally came off, and his hands were lacking an activity, so
they moved back to feeling his body. Sliding over his tanned, taunt
flesh, too young for real muscles, but you could see the potential.
Sliding down they went, over his chest, then to his stomach. Then into
his shorts, he felt his package. His body shuddered and let out a groan.
His hands came back up, pulling his jocks up, so that they peaked over
the top of his shorts. His hands seemed to glide inbetween and then pull
his board shorts down. Exposing his white jockeys to Danni, then
exposing more brown flesh in the way of his young legs. He kicked the
shorts off, an achievement while maintaining his rythym. He slowly
turned around, exposing a tight pair of buttocks, covered with his
underpants. He wiggled it at his master, then grabbing the sides he slid
them up, and the white covering, worked it's way into his crack,
exposing two honey globes seperated by this cute white line of his
running jocks. His hands found themselves moving down to his butt and
they begun to kneed the flesh. He moaned in a childlike way.
	Danni couldn't stand the beautiful display anymore, so he got up off
the bed and moved up behind his partner. He encircled his waist, and
sucked hard on his neck. "Yeah baby, you make daddy proud. Mmmmmm you
make me so horny, I'm got to fuck you right now."
	"Danni, I'm not finished yet, do you want me too?" Pat asked, he got a
playful slap on his arse as an answer.
	"Nup whore, I wan yor ass now." He reached down and gripped Pat's
jocks, then yanked them hard, and gave him a wedgy. Pat stood in pain,
until his underpants broke in the crotch, which Danni kept pulling up,
around his waist, then over his head and arms. He smelt the crotch of
the now torn jockies. "Mmmmm smells so tasty." He turned him round,
looking down he was greeted by a 3.5" dick and tiny balls, not bad for a
9 year old. "Lay on yo back like the little bitch you are Pat."
	Pat lay on his back, then he noticed his shoes were still on. "Do you
want me to my shoes off?" Look up horningly at the blonde adonis who
stood above him.
	"No, leave em on, won't make a difference when I spike you with ma
dick.", undoing his belt and unzipping his shorts he revealed a 4.5"
incher sticking out of his boxers. "Oh yeah, my dick's bigga then yours,
bet's it bigga then any one in our year." Spitting on his hand he wiped
it on the cock as lubrication, then he knelt by Pat. "This may hurt, but
ya gonna love it cos I am too." He pulled Pat's legs up on his shoulders
and postioned himself at his ass hole, then he just pistoned himself in.
Pat's cry of sudden pain only excited him more, starting a rythym slowly
at first. But he soon found his buddy's legs a hindarance, so he had the
encircle his waist. Somehow it felt better. Soon both were moaning
boyishly away, happy as can be. Master and slave, new partners in sex.

	It had taken a couple of hours to find a nice big house for the sub
group. Well actually technically it had only taken a total of half an
hour, the rest they had spent busting moves around town, and at one
point James had satisfied himself on a temporarily converted 15 year
old. He'd skated into the otherwise empty skate park while the family
were having fun. James hadn't done much, just made him open to being
seduced, and they'd made out right on the ramp while everyone else
skated around him. He'd blanked his memory, not feeling ready to expand
the influence of his group even more just yet, 'well maybe just a
little' Jame thought as he left him bi. He loved his new palmtop, so
portable.
	The last thing he'd been expecting on arriving home was to see the
house had been broken into. It didn't really concern him though. He had
the guys search the rest of the house while he made himself a drink.
He'd left the basement to himself, wondering what he might find. The
guys met back in the lounge room, as far as they told him nothing they
knew was missing. James trusted they would know if something went
missing, since combined they had probably all fucked on, next to, or
with everything in the house he was sure.
	"Well I'm gonna check downstairs, you guys can stay here." He went over
to the basement door and opened it, which let out the sound of rapping.
He smiled, since he was sure that someone had to have stumbled into his
booby trap.

	At the bottom of the spiral stairs he found what he thought was a
beautiful scene. Two young boys fucking on his carpet, listening to his
stereo. The blonde boy had his hands firmly gripped on the tanned boy's
waist, fucking him with enthuasism. The boy with his back on the floor
was covered in sweat, and the other was drenched too.
	"Woah, break it up, you two will wear yourselves and my carpet out." He
grinned as the blonde boy leapt up, stuffing his cock in and zipping up
smoothly.
	"Who are yo?" He asked in a young voice that had a tone he'd expect to
find in a 15 year old homey or skater.....or one of his boys.
	"I'm James, you can call me Jay. I own this place."
	"Shit, it's a hell wicked place. Well nigga I'm Danni, this is ma bitch
Pat." He montioned toward Pat, who lay prone waiting for instructions.
	"I'm sure he is, you guys got homes to go home to?" James asked
	"Nah man, no rents to boss us round." Danni said
	James got out his palmtop, and assigned the kids to a couple fo
families that had once had his boys as children. A swap he smiled. He
made allowances, the new parents wouldn't notice a lot of the boys
tendencies and activities. The kids looked cool, but he didn't want them
to stay he'd just solved that problem and they could visit instead of
being permanents. This thought he had as he looked both sweat covered
pre-teens over. "You guys betta get your clothes on and get home to ya
mammas."
	He watched as Pat got dressed. Danni picked up his backpack, and they
both went out. Waving as they left his bedroom, going upstairs to leave.
He hoped they wouldn't get caught up fucking the guys upstairs, he
smiled. He shook his head, kids today. Then he laughed and jumped on his
bed.
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End of part 7