Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2017 15:04:22 -0400 From: CreepingDawn Subject: Ant King Epilogue 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 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... Epilogue My manicured nails glistened in the fading sunlight as I took copious notes while listing to Mike Valence, the Ant King, finish telling me his story. We were siting in luxurious chairs on a gorgeous sandy beach in the Caribbean and Mike had invited me here several days earlier to begin the drafting process of his definitive memoirs. Being one of the most respected authors of the day and pretty good with a pen (if I do say so myself), Mike had decided I would be the one to assist him in the drafting process. A lot of the facts could be researched, I knew. How he abolished all countries and set up the world political structure to include only small local governments. How he had gotten rid of the old currency structure and created a base living stipend for every citizen. How, with his guidance, every person alive strove to be the best person they could be and did everything they could to contribute to society. How he had eliminated drugs and violence and hunger and want. How he had removed the sexual taboo so that anyone could have sex with anyone else so long as their was consent. Truth be told, it was really that first year of his time as the Ant King, when the colony was first growing, that interested me. It was a period he had not discussed a great deal over the years and I believed that would be the very centerpiece of the biography. How we got here, after all, is directly related to those first few months after he gained his powers. "Ugh! Ugh! Yes! Yes! I'm! I'm! Cumminnng!!!! UGGHHH!!!" Squealed the twelve-year-old boy who had been bouncing up and down Mike's cock for the last twenty minutes. His small member spasmed several times and a couple of thin watery loads erupted onto Mikes chest. The Ant King didn't seem to mind, though, and in fact gave the lad an eager and hungry kiss before lifting the boy up, slapping him on the butt, and telling him to go inside and do his homework. The boy winked at me before sauntering off and I smiled. Mike 4 was the fourth clone of the Ant King, I knew. The Ant King had realized early on that his death might devastate the colony and, after years of research, had concluded that his clones would have the correct genetic makeup to take over as an Ant King should something happen to the original. Mike 1, the first clone, was twenty seven and lived in Berlin. Mike 2 was twenty two and had a massive townhouse in San Francisco. Mike 3, at seventeen, had moved to Jakarta several months ago. Mike 4, the boy who had just left, was expected to move to South America in a couple of years. I'm not sure where Mike 5, who was seven-years-old and currently swimming in the ocean nearby, would move when he was old enough. What I did know was our best scientists, and the Ant King himself, were confident that, upon his death, Mike 1 would immediately become the Ant King and the line would remain unbroken. More clones would be created as necessary. "Sorry about that," the Ant King said blushing. "When I was his age, I also discovered how much I liked my asshole but I never had access to a cock to ride. That damn boy seems like a cock-seeking missile most days." I smiled. "Quite alright." We retired to the front porch of the massive complex a few moments later, me to begin typing on my laptop and the Ant King to begin servicing the various boys who had been flown to the island as a reward for one thing or another. The Ant King had told me that his focus had always truly been about the boy's satisfaction so, every day, he would take a little orgasm-inhibitor and he'd fuck four or five boys to mind-blowing anal climaxes. Then he'd kiss them, thank them for whatever they did to deserve getting fucked by the Ant King, and send them on their way. "Apparently, boys all over the world brag that I bred them," the Ant King had mentioned to me at one point and I certainly believed him. With the way those boys were screaming in ecstasy, I'd brag too. "Now," I mumbled to myself as I listed to the Ant King rutting with a little Irish lad who had won some county wide essay contest, "how to begin... How to begin..." I started typing.