Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2017 20:18:00 -0400
From: CreepingDawn <CreepingDawn@protonmail.com>
Subject: Ant King Chapter 9

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

Title: Ant King
Last Updated: 4/25/17

Dear Reader: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If
you wish to drop me a line, feel free. My email address is
(CreepingDawn@protonmail.com) and I look forward to hearing from
you.

Additionally, the good folks at Nifty give us a creative outlet that
we should value a great deal. As such, please consider donating to
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so that we can continue to have
access to this wonderful space.

Without further ado...

Chapter 9

As 5am rolled around, I came to a decision. I needed more information, but
somehow I didn't think Google was going to give me any answers. No, there
was really only one way to get those answers and that was through a bit of
trial and error; through experimentation.

I had nominal responsibilities in D.C. and, truthfully, had no great desire
to cut my vacation short. I was having a good time, after all. That,
coupled with the desire to see if my theory would work, lent itself to one
possible experiment. I was going to send one of my drones on a little
roundtrip air excursion. Some quick internet searches and a credit card
gave me the answer: A flight from D.C. to Atlanta to Chicago to D.C. All in
one day.

I mentally summoned Jonathan to my room. I would have preferred sending a
slightly older boy but I needed someone whose parents were on the field
trip so that there were no messy questions about his departure. Since
Jonathan's father and mother were both here (his mother being the school
librarian), I knew I could send him without any odd situations popping
up. And Jonathan would work just fine, having a bubbly personality, a
bubble butt, and a charming smile that could win awards. He would be
perfect for what I had in mind.

"You wanted to see me, Mike?" Jonathan asked as he quietly knocked on the
door and entered without a reply.

"Yes, please come in and sit down. I want to spend some time with you."

Jonathan happily came in and I stretched out my mind to examine him. Waves
of contentment and curiosity washed over me from his mind, mixed with trust
and the ever present underlying pre-teen horniness. My cock stirred in a
automatic response to his sexual needs, but I did not give in to temptation
immediately.

"I have something I need you to do for me, if you're willing?"

"Of course Mike, I would do anything to make you happy," Jonathan said, his
mental state like sunshine radiating out from him.

Slowly I stood up and removed my clothing, watching as Jonathan did the
same without being asked or instructed to do so. His willingness and desire
were written all over his face, and confirmed by the growing desire I felt
from him and the growing erection I could see tenting his briefs. Having
willing boys certainly was wonderful! Once he removed his clothes, the boy
stood there proudly displaying his four and a half inch hard boy cock, his
frame small but well endowed for his age.

I paused, just taking in his beauty. Jonathan was petite, certainly smaller
than the other 12 year old boys in his grade. With short, jet black hair
made all the more startling due to his bright emerald green eyes, he was a
total dreamboat. His lithe body was smooth and I had no doubt he would
prove to be more than flexible for what I had planned for the next
hour. With not a hair on him below the neck, his skin looked silky in the
morning light and I longed to caress him.

With a mental cue from me, Jonathan stepped closer and allowed me to gently
run my hand across his right shoulder and down his arm to take hold of his
hand. Without a word, and with only slight mental prodding, he stepped into
my embrace and as I engulfed him in my arms. He lifted his head to meet my
lips in a sweet kiss that was filled with mounting passion as the seconds
ticked by, each a wondrous eternity in itself. I allowed myself to be lost
in the moment.

I soon relaxed back into my chaise lounge and he climbed on top of me, his
small legs on either side of mine. His little hips, unconsciously, thrust
his now aching boy cocklett against my larger and equally eager
appendage. As we continued to kiss, he surprised me by gently biting my
lower lip playfully.

Oh yes, he wanted this as much, if not more, than I did.

Placing both of my hands on either side of his hips, I gently lift the boy
until his soft round butt began to rub against my leaking boy pleaser. He
needed no more lube than the natural lubrication both he and I were
producing and, as I maneuvered the head of my cock against heaven's door, I
send a mental command to help him relax. Then my cock slipped in gently,
the warmth that was his boy pussy exquisite. Twin groans filled the air as
we were both lost in the pleasure of the act that brought us slowly but
inexorably to a mind shattering climax.

As my cock slammed home over and over, the boy began to emit a long
drawn-out squeal. I was hitting his boy button, I knew, causing shivers to
shoot through us both with every thrust. Suddenly, his anus tightened
against me as his body tensed with his own orgasm and that was all it took
for my balls to release the pent up load deep inside him. I had turned
Jonathan's strand to a glorious gold the night before, securing his status
as a Honeypot, but I wanted to send my boy off with a bit of extra lube for
the journey.

As I was riding the high of my orgasm, Jonathan's cum began to splash on my
stomach and rapidly began to run down towards my own pubic bush. Using my
finger, I scooped up the offering and reached out and smeared it on his
lips. Then I kissed him softly, sharing his prize and wishing him luck.

An hour later, after having Jonathan fuck one of the other Honeypots (thus
turning him into into both a Vassal and a Honeypot), he was ready to leave
for the airport. I armed him with tickets and lube, giving him both verbal
and psychic instructions as to what his mission entailed. The boy
understood, all business after the morning of fun. Deciding to be a bit
dramatic, I gave him a blessing and ordered him to be fruitful and
multiply. We laughed at that. Then the boy left, catching a cab outside and
disappearing around the corner.

There had never been a need for me to try and follow one of my drones
mentally and, as such, I had not experimented very much. When I first
gained my powers, I had learned, thanks to my first drone Tony, that I
could sense the general actions and emotions of my drones if I took a
moment to concentrate on them in the back of my mind. It was about
impressions, though, more so than clairvoyance. Over the past few months, I
had reached out lazily to see the various boys of my Colony and was content
to know they were happy and healthy. Now, though, I wanted as much
knowledge of Jonathan's actions as I could possibly get from our
connection.

As I ate breakfast, I searched mentally for Jonathan's golden-violet strand
and seized it tightly. Then, with effort, I began to pull his senses
towards me. It was very difficult at first. I felt as if I was pulling a
granite boulder towards me, making little to no progress and becoming
exhausted quickly. But I persevered. I gritted my teeth and demanded the
information I sought. I needed it. I had to have it.

Slowly, but with increasing ease, I could feel my mind connecting with his
as our senses linked. Success! I found him, just getting out of the cab at
the airport, and the sights, smells, and sounds around him became more and
more real to me. As he paid the fair, his hand brushed the drivers and Matt
Thompson became the newest member of my Colony. I smiled. Welcome Matt. On
instinct, I suddenly switched perspectives and was now looking directly at
Jonathan. I swooned, realizing I was seeing out of Matt's eyes. Then, with
an almost unconscious thought, I switched back to seeing out of Jonathan's
eyes. The switch came easier.

Our group began leaving the breakfast tables and I stood, overwhelmed a bit
at first with the duel sensations but quickly sorting it out in my mind. I
walked towards the buses, grinning then as I acclimated to this new
reality. I could see out of my drone's eyes. I could observe what was
happening to Jonathan, even as I observed the world around me and navigated
the streets of D.C.! My powers, it appeared, were quickly sorting
themselves out and my mind's muscles were beginning to understand.

...........

I watched as Jonathan made his way into the airport and went straight
through the line at security, touching each hand as he walked past and
claiming each new individual for the Colony. The new drones did not
protest, becoming instantly aware of their role the moment Jonathan touched
them.

As the boy reached the front of the line, a clearly annoyed TSA agent
approached him to demand an explanation as to just what the hell he thought
he was doing. Jonathan waited for him to get close before tapped Jason
Clarkson on the hand.

"Follow me, please," Jason said. He led Jonathan past the security
checkpoint and straight to the Airport lounge. Passing through a series of
doors, Jonathan soon found himself standing in front of Capt. Harlan Young,
the captain who was to pilot his flight from D.C. to Atlanta. As Jason
introduced Jonathan to the pilot, the captain, apparently used to meeting
unaccompanied minors, offered his hand to the lad.

Five minutes later, Jonathan found himself in the private sleeping quarters
used by off duty captains and co-pilots. The room was small but had four
single cot sized beds as well as a private bathroom and shower. Three of
the four beds were empty but the last was occupied.

"That's my co-pilot, Frank." Captain Young said, "And there are no camera's
in here. Union made sure of that." He laughed, turning quickly and locking
the door behind he and Jonathan.

"Great," Jonathan replied. "But let me take care of you first. I want to
get you out of those pants. Or, at least, part of you out of those pants!"

With that, he reached out and undid the pilots belt and, with a jingle, the
belt and the pants fell to the floor covering the pilot's shiny dress
shoes. Staring at the plaid boxer shorts, Jonathan tried and failed to
suppress a laugh. "Looks like my dads," he giggled.

"How about this?" Harlan asked as his seven and a quarter inch man cock
sprung out of the slit of his boxers. "This remind you of your dad too?"

"Wouldn't know," said Jonathan. "I only saw him getting out of the shower
once and his dick was lost in hair. He has a lot of hair all over, even on
his back."

With that, Jonathan reached out and took Harlan's cock in his hands and
brought his lips to the head which now had a pearly drop of pre-cum forming
at the slit. Sticking out his tongue, he tasted the fluid and a low moan
escaped Captain Young.

"I need to be bred," Jonathan said a few moments later, after pulling his
mouth off of the captain's seven inch cock. The captain nodded. My
instructions were clear and every new drone added by Jonathan knew them.

Movement behind him caused Jonathan to turn, finding that Frank, the
co-pilot, was sitting up and staring at the scene before him. Before Frank
could do anything, though, Jonathan was by his side; hand touching the
groggy co-pilot's shoulder.

Frank smiled at the boy, then, and reached down to lower his
pants. Grasping his now throbbing member, he began to stroke the five and
three-quarters inch cock. Jonathan, grinning, slowly sank back to his knees
and sucked Frank deep into his mouth.

Before Frank could explode, the boy backed off and stood. Nodding to the
two men, he moved over to the bed formally occupied by Frank. Laying with
his face turned to the side flat against the mattress and his ass in the
air, he proceeded to ask the obvious question, "Who is first, guys?"

Franks voice had a guttural and lust-filled quality when he replied "Me!"
and Jonathan's body began to quiver. He smiled at the man, licking his lips
and nodding slightly.

Moving behind the boy, Frank placed one hand on either ass cheek before
burying his face between the pale globes and attacking with his
tongue. Jonathan squealed, the spit lubing him up nicely. While Frank's
tongue formed a little dart and fucked in and out of the boy, Frank reached
down between the boys legs and played with the youngster's leaking cock.

"Need it now," Frank grunted. With that, he stood with bent knees and lined
up his almost six inch boy fucker with the hole that was slick with his own
spit. In one swift plunge, he sunk his cock to the hilt.

"Oomph!"

"Sorry Kid," Frank said sheepishly.

Jonathan didn't reply to the apology. Instead, he answered the man with a
wiggle of his butt before pushing back to meet Frank's next thrust. Frank
picked up the pace, hammering the boy with hard vicious strokes. The room
filled with the sounds of sex. Almost two minutes after penetration,
Jonathan began to groan and shake as his orgasm hit him hard. Frank came a
moment later, howling.

"Do we have enough time before we have to be on the plane?" Jonathan asked
soon afterwards, looking at the captain's dripping cock while Frank began
to pull out.

"With you kid, I don't think we are going to need all that much time."
Harlan replied.  "But yeah, we have about forty-five minutes before I need
to do pre-flight, so tell your ass to prepare for take off!" With that,
Harlan crossed the room to join Jonathan on the cot as Frank moved over to
the cot across from them and began to stroke himself.

Sitting next to Jonathan, Harlan waved his boy fucker at him and said,
"Climb aboard!"

"Aye, aye SIR!"

Straddling the pilot much like he had me just hours ago, Jonathan settled
his boy hole directly over the leaking seven plus inch monster below
him. Frank's load provided all the necessary lube as the boy began to lower
himself.

"Take it slow, kid," Captain Young advised.

"Oh, yes sir!" Jonathan grinned, impaling his bubble butt on the man's rod
in less than ten seconds.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Harlan. "That is so fucking hot! Oh, fuck! You're
better than my wife!"

Wrapping his arms around Jonathan, Harlan stood with the boy now impaled on
his cock. Taking three steps, he placed Jonathan gently on the night stand
in between two of the cots and told the boy to hold on to the edges. Then,
without another word, he began to pound Jonathan hard and fast; deep, long,
and powerful strokes. The boy's little starfish twitched rapidly as the
long cock sawed in and out of the moaning boy, the sound echoing off the
walls.

Ten minutes later, Harlan leaned over and whispered in Jonathan's ear,
"Hear I cum, baby boy!" before he kissed the moaning youngster almost
savagely. Then the two climaxed, with Harlan grunting eagerly as he filed
the boy up and the youngster's prick dribbling an immature load onto the
nightstand beneath him.

When it was over, and Harlan began to pull out, he looked back at Frank
only to see that Frank had cum a second time while watching him fuck the
boy. The two Vassals smiled at each other. I grinned as well, sitting in
the bumpy bus as we crossed the city miles away.

After that, all three made quick use of the shower in the adjoining
bathroom and readied themselves for the flight. Jonathan was given a
official airline shirt and introduced to the flight crew a few minutes
later. They all became drones in a matter of seconds. The flight crew had
two women and two men on the trip to Atlanta but, after being made into
drones, the ladies put in for reassignment and two more male flight
attendants were added to the roster. That, of course, added two more drones
to the Colony.

As passengers began to board the flight, Jonathan stood stationed right at
the entrance of the plane with Jorge, one of the original male crew
members. He was there to greet each and every passenger, to smile, to say
hello. To shake their hands. And, one by one, all 186 passengers on Flight
23 were part of the Colony.

All the women and the 2 young girls on the flight received the same
instructions. Take a seat in coach. Watch the movie that would be put
on. Ignore any and all activity in first class.

The men and boys received different instructions. Line up in
coach. Strip. Prepare to enter first class when signaled.

As the plane began to taxi, Jonathan quickly fucked a handsome fourteen
year old and a cute little nine year old, cumming quickly into each of them
and making them the second and third Honeypots on the flight. Half hour
later, as the plane reached cruising altitude, the orgy was in full
swing. Eight men gathered in the first class cabin, three of them balls
deep in underage ass while the others cheered them on. The moans and groans
filtered out of the cabin all the way to Dixieland.

Meanwhile, in coach and blissfully unaware of the sexual orgy on the other
side of the plane, were mothers, business owners, one CEO of a fortune 500
company (who, had she known, would certainly have been pissed about not
being seated in First Class for the flight!), two teachers and a police
officer.

And in the fourth row back from the movie screen, drinking a diet soda and
eating a packet of peanuts, was Jill DeWitt, the three term senior Senator
from Florida.

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

[Reader: This chapter was a collaboration between myself and my friend
Karl. It was approximately 95% Karl, 5% me. I want to take the opportunity
to thank him for contributing to this narrative and express how wonderful
it was that he would volunteer his time and effort to dive into the world
created above. That he would find my story worth contributing too is
humbling and appreciated. Karl - Well done! I look forward to our emails
and can't wait for the next time you and I can work on a project together!]