"Quick. Stick it in," the man whispered hoarsely as he bent forward at the waist. The pitch-blackness accentuated the dank odor of the concrete basement and the two men's shallow but rapid breathing. The bent man gritted his teeth as rough hands groped his soft-skinned ass and spread the cheeks apart. A thick cock, cone-shaped head moist with spit and precum, stabbed uncaringly into him. He muzzled his scream with his hands, but a squeal managed to escape and echo alarmingly. Tears of pain filled his eyes, but his heart jumped joyously in the confines of the ribcage. All the scheming and lying were worth these few minutes of having his ass filled by a man, any man, even this bulldog-faced janitor with whom he had exchanged furtive glances for months. The ubiquitous surveillance cameras made speaking openly or in double entendres behind closed quarters impossible.
He jerked himself urgently, needing to climax as quickly as possible. The janitor struggled to contain his gasps and grunts. Both men clamped a hand over their mouths, panting through their noses. The janitor's cock jabbed relentlessly, swelling as his balls and guts tightened. The men were trembling. The bent man's sphincter began contracting. Muffled moans echoed off the concrete.
The janitor covered his mouth with both hands as his body was rocked by an imminent orgasm. The bent man rode the excitement of knowing that his ass was about to be seeded by jerking his curved cock faster with a tighter grip. It was loo late to stop.
The door was kicked in by an armored boot. A blinding cone of light swung across the basement wall and lit them up. The janitor, startled, jumped back, cum spewing from his cock, tripped over his pants wrapped around his ankles, and fell on his ass. He couldn't stop the cum dribbling out of his cock. The bent man turned his face away from the light and clamped his hand like a vice around his cock. It only made his orgasm more intense and the ejaculation more forceful. His semen shot out in three long ropes that crashed audibly against the concrete floor.
"You are both under arrest, charged with acts of depravity."
***
"…must never forget the atrocities…peace through unity…peace at all costs…one people, one nation, one world, one belief…safeguard our moral rectitude…not allow ourselves to degenerate into depravity and madness…"
The president of Earth's single world government droned on with his inaugural speech. Daniel listened half-heartedly on his little island in the sphere around Haven, paying attention to key phrases. His tall, golden-bronze body showed no signs of aging though eight decades have passed since the end of war on Earth. He cradled one of his newest creations in the palm of his hand, a blue dragon as small as a sparrow. It rolled on its leathery back and blinked its yellow eyes as he tickled its belly with a fingertip. A red dragon alighted on his upturned wrist and huffed indignantly. He tickled it with a thumb and paid for that mistake. A rainbow swarm of little dragons landed all over his body. Daniel laughed as their claws tickled him.
He dispersed the dragons when the speech ended. There was nothing new in the content of the speech; the previous two presidents had given the same message. What was different was that this president had a great deal of charisma and a vision. His predecessors had solidified the power of the government, rebuilt infrastructures, supported scientific and technological advances, and made strides in the overall quality of life for the citizens of Earth. The new president could focus his attention to carrying out his vision.
"He's the one. He has all the signs of megalomania," he whispered to himself. "It's time for me to be a thorn in his side."
***
The four-men crew testing the new magnetoplasma drives blasted off Earth's surface in a traditional chemical rocket and entered low orbit. The cone capsule separated from the rocket and fired its maneuvering thrusters to dock with the space station in geosynchronous orbit. The central dome of the station was almost fully operational. The manufacturing bays cranked out, with robotic precision, fighter and destroyer class ships. Laser cannons and missile silos were online and fully stocked. Redundant layers of metal, ceramic, and microfiber armor shielded the exterior hull. Four round solar panels surrounded the central dome and produced power. Plants grew in nutrient-rich hydroponic baths in greenhouses lit by LEDs. All that remained was to lower the elevator cable to the ground station and haul up the crew and supplies.
Though they had expected it, the test crew were still surprised by the cleanliness of the space beyond Earth's atmosphere. It was a mystery that had scientists dumbfounded for many years. All surviving records indicated Earth's space should be littered with meteoroids and debris, especially since all satellites had been destroyed by opposing factions during the last world war. Speculations of aliens with an obsession for neatness was given credence by the complete disappearance of Mercury and the impenetrability of Venus. Scientists could get no readings of the sister planet, not even a visual. They could see its silhouette as it passed in front of the sun but no more. And the silhouette added more mysteries. It revolved around the sun too quickly. It was closer to the sun. It was too big. And to make matters worse, all three probes sent to investigate the sister planet suffered power failure at exactly ten million kilometers from the planet.
Earth's military forces were on high alert. Underground shelters with self-contained ecosystems were being built in a mad rush. Women of child-bearing age and the young were herded into the completed shelters. Older women and boys not old enough for military service joined men deemed unfit for duty in the vast labor pool. Men over sixteen and fit for action were drafted into service. Criminals were put into labor camps to work the mines and refineries.
The Depraved, ostensibly, were receiving psychological rehabilitation in order to rejoin society as healthy and productive members.
The four men rested for a few hours before boarding the ship fitted with the prototype drives. The ship was the usual rocket cylinder with a cone head with two thrusters attached to the rear. Radio waves would heat argon gas into a plasma, which would be accelerated by magnetic fields through a nozzle. If the tests proved successful, the drives will be a cheaper, more efficient, more durable, and more versatile means of propulsion in space. Coupled with a nuclear reactor, the magnetoplasma drives could theoretically reduce the transit time from Earth to Mars from six months at the closest approach to less than two months. The crew activated the maneuvering thrusters to distance the ship from the station before testing the new drives for a trip around the Moon.
No one expected to test the new drives against an actual alien vessel.
A slick, black ship shaped like a three-pointed shuriken with razor-sharp edges materialized a thousand klicks from the station. It ignored all attempts at communication. A skeletal crew of pilots launched their jet-like fighters. An ugly destroyer of odd angles and cancerous appendages to house its armaments lumbered out of a docking bay. The shuriken ship, no more than eighty meters wide, zipped across the thousand kilometers and teased the small military force. It flew in zig-zags, rapidly altering its trajectory. The fighters and the destroyer opened fire with their railguns but never even came close to hitting the target. The station's laser cannons were equally ineffectual.
The exposed ship carrying the prototype drives attempted to return to the safety of the station, but the alien ship harried it, blocking its retreat and firing low-energy pulse beams without actually hitting it. The fighters scrambled to its aid but couldn't match the harasser's agility and speed. The four-men crew activated the magnetoplasma drives to full thrust and blasted toward the Moon at fifty kilometers per second. The alien ship matched its speed easily but ceased firing at it. They circled around the Moon in two hours. Halfway back to the station the magnetic fields failed to contain a thermal overload and the hardware of the thrusters melted. The captain of the crew called for an emergency shutdown.
The alien ship broke off and vanished with a flash of light.
It re-appeared on Earth's dark side above a concrete bunker in a small military base. It fired a single torpedo at the bunker and vanished before the surface-to-air missiles could target it. The torpedo exploded into a cloud of spores that fell like black snowflakes onto the bunker. The spores ate through the concrete and reproduced. The soldiers inside scrambled down the stairs as the black spores showered down on them, eating through everything not organic.
Besides the dissolving main doors, three underground tunnels connected the complex from the rest of the base. Each reinforced concrete tunnel was home to a family of tiny spiders. The spiders exploded into puffs of black clouds and formed into solid walls as they reproduced, sealing the tunnels.
Jamie materialized in the uppermost tunnel. He was encased in matte black armor with green highlights, the green decagram on his abdomen the most prominent of these highlights. It fit him like a second layer of skin. The armor was extra thick around his forearms and calves. He stumped menacingly down the tunnel into the complex, his feet gouging the concrete. The flashing red lights of the complex suited his purpose. Soldiers in disintegrating tan camo drew their weapons and fired. The bullets bounced off a shimmering force shield protecting Jamie. The soldiers panicked and fired as quickly as they could before the weapons dissolved into more black spores. They charged him. The soldiers fell before him, knocked to the ground by a flurry of jabs, punches, slices, and elbows. Stripped of all non-organic matter, their naked bodies gleamed red, wrists and ankles shackled by black cuffs. Jamie continued his inexorable march.
Several levels below him, another black armored figure materialized in front of a black wall. This one was small, compact, and completely black. It was all motion and agility, moving so quickly amongst the soldiers they saw only a black blur. The soldiers screamed as it struck them down. The figure raced on through the complex, leaving behind it a trail of soldiers screaming as their uniforms began to dissolve where the figure had made contact and turned into sticky ropes that bound them.
"Second tunnel neutralized," he radioed to Jamie.
"Good job, Jayce. Master's cells are growing exponentially now. On my mark, teleport to Rick in the bottom level...Now!"
They joined Rick in his glossy black armor with chrome highlights--"Like leather," Rick had said with a lascivious grin--where the lowermost tunnel fed into the laboratories. Soldiers, scientists, and medical technicians lay hogtied in black ropes along the tunnel, their clothing steadily consumed to create more black ropes that snaked around their bodies. The three armored men stepped hesitantly into the labs, knowing what they would behold but loathe to actually see it with their own eyes.
***
"An alien vessel attacked the space station and fired upon a defenseless ship testing a prototype propulsion system. The same vessel then attacked a military base--"
The news broadcast was seen all over the globe. The image of a black three-pointed ship lingered large on the screens, and then the screens went blank. A ghastly scene of malformed bodies strapped onto surgical tables and floating in tanks filled the screens. Banks of computer monitors reported vital signs in horrid detail. A hairless man with blotched and peeling skin, lumpy with cancerous growths, was shackled to a wall in a radiation containment chamber. The image spanned across the labs, pausing at each ghastly victim of experimentation and at the logos of the rotating Earth inside a pyramid, the logo of the central government. The image focused onto a computer screen that showed a partial list of names, each marked as Depraved, their assigned numbers along with the experiments to which they have been subjected: Radiation Resistance, Genetic Resequencing, Genetic Splicing, Strength Enhancement, Immune System Enhancement, Sensory Deprivation, Mental & Physical Stress Thresholds, Minimum Life Support Threshold, etc. It was clear that experimental success was not the goal with these subjects. The scientists worked under the assumption that failure can often be a better teacher than success. The image then cut to a long hallway with barred holding cells crammed with naked men, many so hideously disfigured they were unrecognizable as human beings. Despite the visual horror of the labs, it had been mercifully absent of human sounds. The hall, however, echoed with cries, moans, whimpers, wheezing breaths, and wails. The image showed a second hallway before fading to black.
The screens all over Earth lit up with a close-up of the President's face. It was a distinguished face, firmly set with resolve. "Citizens of Earth, we have been attacked by an unknown species not of our world. They have attacked our space station. They have attacked an unarmed ship. They have attacked a military training base. They have hacked into our communications network and broadcasted false images. I repeat. The images you've just seen are not true. Do not believe any of it. We must stand firmly united for we are now at war. I am instituting martial law effective immediately."
***
In the city-ship of towering columns, each a hotel with a thousand spacious suites, over three thousand beds were transformed into healing pods. A victim of experimentation floated serenely inside each pod. In another city-ship, beyond the hexagonal ecosystem of a temperate forest, in a dimly lit warehouse, the prisoners of war were imprisoned inside capsules stacked floor to ceiling, deprived of all sensory input, immobilized completely, and fed intravenously. The scientists and soldiers shared the misery they had inflicted, their minds trapped inside a hell created from the actual experiences of their victims.
The healing process took a great deal of time. Months passed as each victim returned slowly and painstakingly to their natural states. In most cases, their DNA required restructuring and body parts needed to be rebuilt from scratch. Fortunately for them, they were blissfully unconscious.
Three thousand one hundred forty-nine men woke up simultaneously, each in his own dry bed and in his own suite. A holographic projection of a kindly-looking old man clothed only in his own silver hair startled each man as his feet touched the floor. The old man smiled reassuringly, his cheeks round and cute, and absent-mindedly scratched at his silver beard. He laid his hands across a slight paunch and gazed down at his exposed genitals self-consciously.
"Hello, my name is Carl," the old man said, clearing his throat before continuing. "Um, I thought I should greet you in the nude seeing as how you're also nude. I am the leader of the inhabitants of Haven, formerly known as Venus. You were teleported here and returned to your natural states. Well, I don't want to bore you with details, especially since you are most likely very hungry and probably want to clothe yourselves, if you wish. We're all men here so clothing is optional." He cleared his throat again. "Anyhow, you will find some clothes in the closet in the short hallway to the bathroom. In the livingroom, you will find an interactive computer terminal that will be able to answer most of your questions. If you take the elevator shafts to the ground floor, you will find cafeterias with food dispensers. The main door to your suite is attuned to your DNA. It locks and unlocks to your touch. You are free to do and go as you wish. The only law we have here on Haven is that you do no intentional grievous harm, be it physical or psychological, to any sentient lifeforms. Feel free to find me, my lovers, or our children if you want to chat. Good day!"
Carl turned away from the holographic transmitter and muttered, "Well, that was awkward."
"You did great!" Jay, tall and slender in gossamer robes that did nothing to conceal his red panties, leaned in close to kiss Carl on the cheek. "Although don't you think we should have greeted them in person? Help them acclimate?"
Carl drew Jay into his arms and held him tightly. "Perhaps, but this is what Master wanted. Those poor men are so scared. They don't feel as though they can trust anyone but each other. Maybe it's better this way. They're safe from Earth's reach and have each other for support. That will have to suffice for now."
"Speaking of Earth, what are we going to do, dad?" Jay asked nervously. "Are we really going to fight them? They can't come close to Haven and, even if they could, they can't harm us."
Carl permitted himself to wax nostalgic. "Sometimes, Jay, I miss you calling me dada. I admit it was annoying at first, but I became fond of it. But you're all grown up now." He sighed. "Things were simpler back then. We didn't have to worry about interplanetary politics and warfare. Of course we won't fight Earth, but they will come after us. Despite their technological disadvantage, they won't quit. Humans are too clever and tenacious to give up. It's simply against their nature to throw up their hands and walk away. They won't be able to leave us alone. Master is counting on it."
"I see. We're the goad that pricks them to advance faster than they would on their own."
"Precisely."
"You always make things clear for me. I love you, dada," Jay said with emphasis.
"I love you too, Jay."
***
The man leaned over the railing and his forehead flattened and turned yellow as it pressed into the clear membrane that served as a window. He had first looked upward at one of the twelve decagonal lenses that modulated the amount of sunlight streaming down to the planet. The lens was the size of a large continent. It hurt his head trying to grasp its size. So he decided to look down. His head hurt even more but eased once he decided not to think and just marvel. It was a beautiful world, a giant marble of deep blues, alternating swaths of brown and green, and swirling whites. He watched it spin, counter-clockwise. If he ignored the outline of the continents and the sphere enclosing it, he could have easily mistaken the planet as Earth.
"It's quite a sight" a voice spoke softly from his side.
The man jumped away from the railing and clutched his chest through a gray jumpsuit. He took a step away from the stranger and nervously glanced across the distance to find the group from which he had excused himself. The men were on the other side of the observation deck in a tower that descended from the bottom of a square city-ship deep into the planet's stratosphere. His breathing increased in pace.
"Easy. I won't hurt you." The stranger held his small hands open beside his narrow hips. His silky black shirt and pants with gold hems waved in the slight breeze. Bare little feet protruded from the ends of the pants. His pale oval face was partially hidden behind a curtain of shiny black hair. "I'm Jayce. I just want to talk. Alright?"
"Alright, talk!"
"It's been a month since you and your friends came out of the healing pods. How are you? Are you adapting well?"
"Well enough."
"Good, good. Would you mind telling me your name?"
"Doug."
Jayce cast his head down and frowned. "I can see you're not comfortable talking with me. I'll let you be." He turned away.
"Wait. Your build is familiar. Were you one of the three who rescued us?"
"Yes, I was," Jayce replied, turning back.
Doug shuffled from one foot to the other and wrung his hands. They were once rough but no longer. Though fairly tall and stocky in build, he seemed more a child than the small statured man who had addressed him. He turned his face away shyly and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Doug. Does this mean you're willing to talk with me?"
"Sure. I suppose."
"I'm glad. Do you think you could look at me?"
"You don't want to look at my face. It's ugly."
Jayce smiled. "Doug, I would have you know that I like your face. I don't think it's ugly at all."
"But I look like a bulldog!" Doug exclaimed.
"I think bulldogs are adorable. You are adorable. To be honest, when I said, 'It's quite a sight,' I wasn't talking about the planet. I was talking about your ass. Nice and round."
Doug gasped and spun about in panic. His eyes searched frantically for cameras.
"Doug! Listen to me, Doug. You don't have to be afraid anymore. You're safe here. We're like you and your friends. No one is out to get you. Come now, give me your hand and sit down."
Jayce slowly bridged the gap between them and took hold of Doug's hand. He guided the nervous man to a bench and eased him down. He patted and rubbed Doug's large hand with his own little ones. "I know it'll take time, Doug, but eventually you will feel safe once again and you won't have to hide your feelings anymore."
"I don't know if I can, Jayce. I've never felt safe. All my life I've had to hide and pretend. I couldn't look at another man, let alone touch him. Just a handshake would make me hard--" He stopped, realizing as he said the word that his jumpsuit was tenting upward between his legs. Doug groaned and shielded his groin with his hands.
"On Haven, it's practically a crime to hide an erection. A fully engorged penis rising proudly into the open air is a beautiful sight indeed. Take a look at mine!" The crotch of his pants split apart at the seam as a fleshy cock rose up. The tan foreskin crept back as the cock grew in length and girth, revealing an elongated head with a metallic pink sheen. The veins ridged out, but the thick layer of skin masked the blue tint. The cock curved perceptibly to the left and up.
Doug's eyes were fixed hungrily on Jayce's cock. The man was already panting, drooling through an open mouth. He began to whimper and rock on his ass. "I can't stop it!" he exclaimed.
Jayce yanked down the fly of Doug's jumpsuit in one swift pull and sealed his lips around the precum-spewing cockhead. The man shook and bobbed up and down. He threw his arms over the rail and gripped it so tightly his arms vibrated. "Too much!" he cried out. His eyes rolled and crossed as he felt Jayce's lips sliding back and forth over the corona. He screamed as he erupted, feeling as though he were passing stones, but screaming in pleasure instead of pain. His ejaculate was unusually viscous and voluminous. He had been too scared to even masturbate in the privacy of his suite. Doug slumped forward like a lifeless puppet when Jayce released his cock.
Standing up, Jayce rubbed his cock across Doug's lips and cheeks. The man wolfed it into his mouth. He lacked the experience and skill to give good oral service. What he lacked, he compensated with enthusiasm and focus. Nothing else existed for him except the hard, juicy cock in his mouth. Until he discovered the firm nuts hugging the base of the cock. He moaned and whimpered, wanting to suck on both cock and nuts at the same time but forced to choose. He chose to alternate, rapidly. Jayce petted the dark spiky hair on Doug's head and let him suck to his heart's content.
Nearly half an hour later, Jayce asked, "Do you want my seed?"
"Please!" Doug begged.
Short bursts of warm cream gave the virgin cocksucker time to taste and swallow his first load of semen. It wasn't at all how he had imagined it. He had expected a man's semen to be mostly bland with a slight salty or bitter flavor with a consistency of glue. A smooth creaminess and a taste suggestive of strawberries had him sucking greedily for more. The cream flowed freely onto his tongue and into his throat. Doug looked up joyously into Jayce's dark eyes as he milked the last drops from the still hard cock. And realizing that no armored cop would suddenly appear and arrest him, he broke down into giddy laughter. Jayce cradled Doug's head against his belly and smiled at the man's laughter.
When the laughter subsided, Jayce shed his silky clothes and turned around. A group of six men of mixed ethnicity and sizes surrounded them. Jayce was frightened at first, discomfited by their lustful eyes roaming his body so impersonally. But they made no move to touch him. Overt sexual gestures were outside the realm of their experiences and difficult to contemplate despite seeing one of their own engaged in oral sex with another man.
Jayce smiled at them. "Would you like to join us?" He lowered himself, reaching between his thighs to point Doug's cock toward his descending hole, and speared himself with a satisfied sigh. Doug yelped in shock. Jayce leaned back into Doug's chest and pulled the man's hands forward, encouraging him to touch. Doug laid his parted lips against Jayce's back and exhaled, his hands exploring the soft, sinewy contours of Jayce's neck, chest, abs, and thighs. At the six men standing over him Jayce said, "Don't just stand there wetting your pants. Rip off your clothes. One of you stand to my right and another to my left. You there, the big black one, get down between my legs and suck me off. The rest of you will have to wait your turns. You can feel me up wherever you can squeeze in."
The men sprung to action, accustomed to taking orders, and literally ripped their clothes off. The biggest of the six, with glistening ebony skin, dropped to all fours and sucked on Jayce's cock vigorously, his dark eyes glued to the strange ten-pointed sigil around Jayce's belly button. A young chubby man of dominantly Asian descent took up his post to Jayce's left. Jayce engulfed his average sized cock. A lanky man with creamy white skin presented his long and incongruously fat dick. Jayce jerked it with his right hand. A stout older Latino leaned over Doug's shoulder and kissed Jayce's narrow neck with thick lips. The last two, a husky man with rare red hair and a slim swarthy man, fell to worshiping his feet.
What started out as a well-organized and timid group activity gradually evolved into a wild orgy. Jayce remained the central figure. The men were like starving cubs scrambling over each other to feed on their mother. They had no fear and no self-restraint. Jayce's mouth, ass, and hands never went more than a second without a cock to fill them. His own cock, likewise, pumped out loads into one demanding mouth or ass after another. The eight men became a single beast writhing in an ever stickier mixture of cum, saliva, and sweat. After shooting inside a broad ebony ass, Jayce pulled out and pissed all over the man's behind, adding more moisture to the mixture. Two men were so smitten with the idea of mixing piss and sex, they stood and hosed their friends, setting off a chain reaction of orgasms. They dived into the slushy mess.
Much later, the eight men laid with their limbs entwined, glistening with gooey wetness. Jayce and Doug joined the other six men in their reverberating laughter. The doubled euphoria of complete sexual satisfaction and knowing oneself to be safe could not be contained. They laughed with abandon, joyously.
They had found their haven.
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