Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2024 22:27:27 +0000 From: John Van Laningham Subject: Pansexual Family Association part 7 PANSEXUAL FAMILY ASSOCIATION By John Van Laningham PART TWO Puberty Blues If you enjoy this series, please let me know at jvanlan@black.com Pleae remember to donate to Nifty! SEVEN "No" my dad says We are eating breakfast and I've all ready had two girls, a guy and transgirl try to flirt with me, which isn't making my dad any happier. "What I saw was violent and deviant and sick. You are out of control, AJ. It is too much. I've rebooked our flight and we are going home" I am angry at him, a lot angrier than I probably should be. "Can I say something?" "No. I don't want to hear anything you have to say" he says, looking me dead in the eye "You are a 38 year old guy that fucked a girl barely turned 14. And you've done younger than that. Just so we are clear. On your high horse and all" "I never raped anyone" he says "And I didn't rape Claire. I gave her what she wanted" "I don't know how you can possibly justify it" I point to my tattoo. "Alpha" "And you are done being their guinea pig. We should never have allowed them to talk us into it. They have encouraged you to be a rapist but that's done." We didn't have a lot to say. When you are 14, you don't really have a lot of control over your own life. Except what you wrestle away when your parents aren't around. He didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye to Mason or to talk to him. But I pretty quickly picked up on the fact that Mason was right. He knew, or thought he knew, that Mom and Lila were a thing. And he's not happy about it. The airport is packed and, fortunately, we sat apart waiting for our flight. But the layover in Atlanta is nearly 3 hours and there is only so much screen time you can do waiting for a flight. We end up saying things to each other that we meant and believe but probably shouldn't have said. At that moment, I hate him as much as he hates me. Mom is surprised that we came back early. She gets the full story from him, which is that I am a violent sexual sociopath. I'm so pissed that I don't even defend myself. I mostly just attack them for being hypocrites. Poor little Patrick is crying because the people he loves are all saying a lot of very mean things to each other. We have the night to take the edge off. It hasn't helped. "There are drugs for this. I've done the research. Ketocorcimab. He will no longer be this hypersexual freak. He will be normal." Dad says "I don't know. It doesn't seem right, exactly. Ethical, maybe" she says "Do I get a vote?" I ask, sarcasm dripping "No. You are a child and you will do what we decide you will do. We have your best interest at heart and you are not old enough or mature enough to judge" he says "Fuck you" I say as I storm off. "Insolent and rebellious. I will break you of that" he says as I shoot him a bird. "You have to have his permission for ketocorcimab, right?" Mom asks "Not every doctor requires it" I find myself in the office of Dr Hanrahan, a proud member fo the Christian Medical and Dental Association. He has my records. "Oh, sweet Jesus" he says. "Did the Institute tell you about their testing?" "More or less" my dad says, looking at my Mom. "maybe not the details. They were pretty eager to sign him up for their study" "Oh, I am sure they were. Even those pedophiles and groomers knew what they had. Aaron is in the 99.99th percentile for libido. There are maybe only a dozen people on the planet that high. Actually, 99.997%. There is precisely zero chance that he will be able to live anything approaching a normal life if his dysfunction is humored. There is a clear medical and mental health problem. I understand that the Institute wants to use unfortunates like Aaron ..." "AJ" I say "What? Yes, unfortunates such as ... AJ to pursue their woke agenda but it is at the cost of his life. Becoming a violent sexual predator has been almost guaranteed. They are turning him into exactly what they want, a sexual deviant. I absolutely recommend Modulin or ketocorcimab" "I don't want it" I say "You don't have a choice. We are your parents" my dad says "I don't have any say in this?" "No, son. Your parents will attend to your welfare" Dr Hanrahan says They have to phsycially drag me into the room where they gave me the shot and I am very strong too. I am fighting the whole way. But they get me down and give me the shot and it is done. I don't feel anything at first. My dad holds me out of school and takes my phone so I can't be in contact with anybody. It takes a couple of days, maybe two, and I begin to feel different. I am less horny. Definitely less horny. That lasts a day. Then I completely losw interest in sex all together. I lose interest in pretty much everything. I don't even really want to be around people. I go back to the clinic so they can take out my implant. I fight hard enough that the guy that was supposed to do it decides it isn't worth it. They send me back to school and I avoid Mason as much as possible. I avoid everybody. Everything is a daze. I don't want to be there. All I want to do is go home and go to bed. I don't even want to eat. "What's wrong with you?" Mason asks when he finally gets to me. "They're giving me shots to make me normal" I say "What kind of shots? Modulin?" "Yeah" "Fuck" he says. "Seriously?" "Yeah" I go home and go to bed. All I want to do is sleep. I only eat because my mom makes me. Practically the only person I want to spend anytime with is my little brother, Patrick. He is sweet and cute and he is confused about all the conflict in the house. My mom is crying a lot. I overhear my dad trying to convince my mom that they are doing the right thing. He is reading a bunch of Moralist literature and telling her to watch things on YouTube about what they have to say. He makes me watch too but I just kind of feel dead inside and don't pay attention. I get my second shot after two weeks. I don't even feel like myself. I hate everybody and everything. I used to have sex fantasies. Now the only fantasy I have is blowing my dad's brains out. He has a gun. It's locked up. I am trying to figure out how to get to it. I need the gun and I need the bullets and I will kill him and then kill myself. The only reason I won't kill my mom is that Patrick needs her. "AJ" my mom says. "Come eat something" I've stopped eating. I haven't eaten anything in 3 days. I am hungry but I figure I will just starve myself to death since I don't even begin to recognize the person I have become. I just turn over in bed and ignore her. I just want the gun. I stop going to school. I can't bear to see Mason. He loves me and is concerned but I feel nothing toward him. I feel nothing about anybody. Maybe only Patrick. Nobody else. Well, except that I hate my dad and I wish my mom would just shut up. Either stick up for me or go away but quit crying. I get dropped off from school and I go to the park instead. I am sitting on a bench, with my head down. I am just spending the hours until I have to go home and be miserable there instead of here. A man comes and sits beside me. "AJ?" I look up. He smiles. "Tomorrow would be your third shot of Modulin. You aren't going. I am a lawyer hired by the Pansexual Family Association and I would like you to come with me. I will take you to stay with Mason and his mother, Lila, while we get this sorted out" "How do I know that you aren't going to kidnap me and kill me?" I ask "I'm not. I want to help you" I shrug. "I'm okay if you do kill me. As long as it's quick" But he doesn't kill me. He takes me to Mason and his mom's house. The lawyer explains a bunch of stuff I don't understand and promises me I won't have to take any more shots. Mason cuddles with me afterwards and I know he is frustrated. I haven't had a hard on in a week and a half and I can't even begin to think a sexual thought. I can't get it going in my head. I am not me. The next day, my mom shows up. "AJ, your dad and I have decided to take a break from each other. We are separating. We decided it would be best if you and Patrick were with me. You aren't going to have to take any more shots" I look at her with dead eyes. "Okay" I say They take me to the Institute. I strip down and put on one of those stupid patient gowns. One of the doctors examines me and reads the medical records. "Wow. This is seriously unethical and bad medicine" he says "There is a reason that ketocorcimab is not approved for use in people less than 21. The brain is still forming and pruning and restructuring itself. Ketocorcimab can have unusual effects on young minds. And they used an unusually high dose. Fortunately, it was only 2 shots. The more doses there had been, the greater the risk of irreversible damage." They don't give me anything. There is no antidote. I just have to wait. Every day, I begin to feel more and more like myself. I let Mason fuck me. I felt good about it because he wanted to and he was nice and gentle about it, loving. I couldn't get off but he did and I was glad. And it felt nice to be touched. I realized in a month that I had only masturbated twice. It takes almost a full week to even feel horny. It is my mom. It's Saturday She has on a T shirt and no bra and her panties She's getting Patrick some breakfast because Paddy would only make a mess if he's left alone to do. I am sipping coffee watching her be all mom like and staring at her ass. She has an ass. A fine ass. And the T shirt is fairly tight over the titties. It's almost like teenage girls have come-fuck-me titties and she has I-love-you titties, if that makes sense. But I am horny looking at her. I have to do something. I get up behind her and hug here. Tight. She puts her hards on my arms and crooks her head over to my chest. "Are you feeling better? "I feel like myself again" I say I slide my hand up her shirt and plant them on her mound of flesh. "AJ" she whispers. I kiss her on her neck. She reaches back and rubs the back of my neck with her hand. I blow my hot breath on her neck. "Are you feeling more like yourself again?" "I am. I feel human again" I say. She reaches back and feels me. I am not completely hard but I am getting there. "Paddy can you find your cartoons?" she asks Patrick turns himself almost all the way and nods and says he can and then goes back to his cereal. "AJ and I need to talk in private for a little while" In the room, I pull off my sweats and my shorts. She puts her arms up in the air and I pull off her shirt. Her glorious beautiful breasts are there. I have to hold them. Touch them. I used to suck the milk out of them. She would hold me up and I would drink directly from her. I slip my hand in her panties and feel her down there. She reaches out to touch me. My chest and abdomen. She strokes the side of my face, looking at me in the eye with a look of love and maybe even joy. "You are not grown. You're still my little boy" she says. She reaches out and touches me there and I move her hand away. "I used to kiss your little body everywhere. You were so happy and laughed when I kissed your penis" I don't answer her. I just motion for her with my head for her to get on the bed. I am over her and we kiss, tenderly, softly. I kiss her neck, her chest. I kiss her breasts and suck on her hard, beautiful nipples. I squeeze them. My dick is so hard. I kiss her down her firm, toned torso. To her crotch. To her glorious, sensual pussy. So perfect. She gets a French bikini wax so there is a landing strip of hair. But I put my mouth on pud, licking at her hole. I touch there, very gently, lightly. I lick with the tip of my tongue. I smell her scent. I know her smell. She reaches down for her clit and I move her hand away. I kiss the hood of it and lightly graze the clit. I tongue her vagina. I just tease her with fingers and tongue. She gasps. "Oh baby, yeah" she moans. I want to linger here, stay here, slowly work her to orgasm. We kiss again and I work her tits agains and she rubs her hands against my teenage body. "I want you in me" she says. I slide myself into her slick hole. A man I now hate helped make me doing this very thing. But I can't dwell on that. She is the one that loves me, her and Mason, and Paddy too, and they are my life. I move in her slowly, touching and caressing her as I do. I stroke her face, I touch her everywhere, slowly and gently moving myself in and out. She sighs and we stare at each other the whole time, never losing eye contact. I don't say anything. I want to pour out all the emotion I feel, not rage and not anger, but love and joy and pride and sexuality. She rubs herself. "AJ" she whispers. "Let it go. Let it all go" I start to cry a little. "No, I'll hurt you" "I'm strong" "No" But I fuck her harder. She nearing climax. She is lost in the amazing sensation of pure pleasure. And when she does, I tell my body it is okay to have the release and a wave of sheer joy and happiness flood over me. We are naked on a bed, my mother and me. "AJ, what I want you to understand is that I know what very few people understand. Sex is how you express yourself. I love you making love to me. Because I know the emotion behind it. I was very, very wrong to listen to Mark. To doubt you. I should never have let him do what he did to you." "No, you shouldn't have" I say She teared up and then wiped it away. "This was you foregiving me" I go back out and Paddy wants to cuddle. He climbs on my lap. "Did you used to like Paw Patrol?" he asks "I used to love Paw Patrol!" I say, tickling him. "AJ?" he looks up. "Is Daddy coming back?" "I don't know. Things can be complicated between grown ups" He nods. "Is it okay if I am happy he left?" "Yeah, it's okay" I say "He was mean to you. He didn't like you" I call Mason and I ask hin out for a date, a proper date. We are too young to drive but our Mom's drop us off at the Pub. We share the big plate of nacho's and I spend about 15 minutes apologizing to him for avoiding him and cutting him off. He doesn't say anything and then I finally run out of steam. "I don't care about any of that" he says, softly. "What I said that night is what I mean. I will never, never, ever tell you who you can have sex with but your heart belongs to me and mine belongs to you and we will get through whatever it is together. That's what I said and that's what I mean" I smile and look down. "I don't deserve you" "No, you don't, dumbfuck" he says "But I don't deserve you either. We both have really great boyfriends" POST SCRIPT "It's not an experiment we could have ethically have run outselves" Dr Dixon says "But it yielded very useful data" "That's a cold hearted assessment of a boy, and he is a boy, that was contemplating suicide" Dr Bradley said "I am increasingly coming to the conclusion that Alpha-P-663-cis male is a very fascinating outlier, but an outlier" Dr El-Fasi says Dr McAllister shrugs. "He certainly defies our expectations"