Master Daniel, Chapter 3: Rick Moss

It was a dildo.  No doubt about it.  Rick Moss eyed it suspiciously.  Why would a flesh-colored dildo be lying about on a seat in a transit capsule?  The dildo wasn't meant for the inexperienced or someone easily hurt.  Only a man with a well-stretched hole could take the fat bulb.  And the length could pierce a man's guts.  The partially formed testicles provided a wide base, with a suction cup bottom, for the shaft.  Rick picked up the dildo by the shaft and moaned.  It wasn't just flesh-colored; it felt like flesh.  The dildo looked and felt just like Mike's awe-inspiring phallus.  Lifting the dildo revealed a small folded piece of paper on the cushioned seat.

"For you, Rick.  I know how much you miss him.  Love, Carl," he read aloud.

Rick sat down and rubbed the dildo all over himself, feeling the bell-shaped flanges of the head catch and bounce against the bulges and protrusions of his body.  His cock arced upward as it filled with blood and hardened.  Holding the dildo against his own cock, he marveled at how much bigger the dildo was.  His cock was large, but Mike's had been godly.  Rick felt no shame for his love of big men with big penises.  Mike had been big in every way with the bonus of being exceptionally hairy.  He had been Rick's ideal daddy, a man he had desired since high school.  To feel the weight of the big man crushing his body, coarse curly hair tangling with his own soft fur, hot breath on his neck and ears, moist tongue tasting his skin, and that phallic weapon of domination beating him to submission; that coupled with the everyday joys of just being together were the things Rick missed the most.  Sometimes he wondered if he'd care about the fate of the world if Mike hadn't been killed early in the war and they had escaped to a safe place.  Mike had been everything to him.

He brought the dildo up to his face and stuffed it into his mouth, sucking on it ravenously as though he intended to swallow it whole.  Saliva bubbled out of the sides of his mouth and slurped back in.  His eyes were closed in pleasure, his ears hearing the ghostly sounds of Mike's moans and exclamations of wonder.  Rick surrendered to his memories and the dildo became real and Mike stood over him, fucking his mouth without mercy.  But it all came crashing back down to reality when the creamy explosions failed to fill his mouth.  It was just an artificial dildo again, appearing and feeling like the real thing but wasn't.  And Mike was dead.

Rick broke into sobs, the dildo held close to his bosom. 

The capsule raced along inside its tube, quiet and smooth, pinging to mark the kilometers per his request.  He was oblivious to the noise.  At long last the capsule arrived at the terminus.  At first Rick was unsure of what to do; he felt lost and disorientated.  He eventually stepped out onto the circular platform and rode the elevator up to the top, paying no heed to the many levels on the way.

If there were ships on this sphere, he figured he'd find them in one of the square city-ships.  He had envisioned decks with floors and ceilings of corrugated steel, massive bulkheads with emergency overrides, cramped quarters with bunk beds, and, most importantly, factories to build ships and hangar bays where the ships were docked.  What he found conformed more to his memories of ancient arcades of stone arches and columns.  Except here the fluted columns, wide as a city block and tall as skyscrapers, were spaced a kilometer apart and went on in every direction as far as the eye could see.  The columns not only supported the vaulted ceiling but were clearly designed to be inhabited as evidenced by the wooden doors in the bases and the evenly spaced windows between the bases and the capitals.  The ground was paved in stone and strategically decorated with gardens, parks, fountains, ponds and streams, and occasionally wooden gazebos housing elevator tubes.    

Rick walked up to the recessed doors of the nearest column and was astounded by the minute forms of naked men etched into the round base, which was itself about two stories tall.  The double doors opened easily and he stepped through into the lobby of what he could only describe as a luxury hotel.  He walked down a hall with elaborate moldings on the walls, a marbled floor, and crystal chandeliers, and arrived at the central court.  The court was round and open all the way to the top of the column.  Tier after tier of balustraded balconies rose up.  Rick felt dizzy and the layered, concentric circles of the balconies seemed to bend and sway.  He turned his eyes to the solid marble floor, reassuring in its immobility.

There were four hallways radiating out from the central court.  On the curved walls that faced the court were protruding elevator shafts and arched entrances into what looked like cafeterias.  He entered a cafeteria and walked up to a wall of dispensers.  They looked like microwave ovens with an open box and an interactive terminal above the box.  All of the dispensers were powered down except one.  As Rick approached the powered dispenser, the static ten-pointed star logo on the terminal was replaced by the words "Please State Your Order" in large letters. 

Rick spent a good hour ordering all the foods and drinks he missed.  The dispenser's database seemed to contain every edible and drinkable item created on Earth.  Most were unfamiliar to him.  A good burger, french fries, soda, and ice cream hit the spot more than anything else he tried, although the apple crisp and a small cup of coffee were quite good.  He sat for awhile rubbing his distended belly, amazed at how good it felt to be full.  When he began to feel drowsy, he returned the trays to the dispenser and rode the elevator to a floor he chose at random.  The suite he entered was plush with polished hardwood furniture with richly detailed upholstery.  He stumbled to an enormous bed and threw himself onto the soft layers of sheets and blankets.  Sleep came quickly.

He awoke screaming.

***

Rick traveled to several more square city-ships and hexagonal ecosystems taking nothing with him except the dildo.  Each area was less developed than the one before until he arrived at a barren land of gray rocks.  Not even lichen grew in this place.  He stepped out of the cave housing the elevator and sat down heavily on a rock.

"Shit," he breathed despondently.  "What now?"

His stomach growled angrily. 

"Yeah, I know.  You haven't had a good meal in weeks.  The further I go from where I started, the more barren it becomes.  And still no ship.  I guess I have no choice but to turn back."

He stood to re-enter the cave and heard a baby's cry.  It was shrill and persistent.  He dropped the dildo and cupped his head in his hands and sobbed, "Stop it!"  He begged himself to stop, but his finger pulled the trigger.  Again and again he fired into the fleeing mob.  Bodies fell to the asphalt.  He was only a small part of something bigger, just one soldier in a battalion trying to subdue the enemy.  But the baby was crying next to its dead mother, and it was he who pulled the trigger.

Rick's fingers dug into his scalp and pulled at his hair, trying to dig into his brain and eradicate the memory.  It was no use.  He fell to his knees and his sobs drowned out the baby's shrill cries.  His sobs subsided inevitably.  He lay curled up on his side wishing he were dead, believing himself unworthy of life.

"You should have let me die, demon.  Leave me.  I'll stay here to die."

No.  We are one.

"After all these years, you finally decide to communicate.  I mean to let myself die.  I have nothing to live for.  So just run along and find yourself a new host."

Cannot.  We are one.  Inseparable.

"Fine.  Die with me then."

Listen.

The baby was still crying.  It dawned on Rick that the baby was real and not a ghost from his memories.  The sound came from around the pile of boulders left of the cave.  He scrambled over the boulders and peered down into a rocky bowl filled with clear water falling from a spring.  There was a shallow stretch of sand on the farthest end of the pool.  A giant bald-headed man sat naked on the sand, cradling a baby wearing a black diaper.  The man was trying to coax the baby to suck on a bottle.  Without thinking, Rick climbed down into the bowl, yearning to see the big man up close.  He swam across the pool and stepped onto the sand.  The man was gorgeous:  big, muscular, a fur of peach-fuzz all over, and outrageously endowed.

The big man smiled at him over the crying baby.  His limpid green eyes made Rick's knees buckle.  Rick toppled to the sand.

"Hello, Rick.  My name is Jamie.  This is my second son, Jayim.  We've been expecting you."

"How?"

"Once you selected the transit tube at the last terminal, we knew where you'd end up.  I teleported over here and created this little swimming hole.  Didn't take very long."  Jamie leaned down to kiss the baby's forehead and whispered to it, "Enough crying, Jayim.  Time to feed."  The baby stopped its crying and accepted the bottle.  To Rick he said, "I apologize for his crying.  I didn't intend to catch your attention this way.  Babies can be rather…unpredictable."

"So it wasn't planned?  You didn't intentionally try to set off my memories?"

"No, Rick.  Master shared with us only your memories of Mike.  He sent me thinking you couldn't resist seeing me."

"Why not Carl?"

"Because you are attracted to big men and I am the only trained pilot."

"Pilot?  You have a ship?"

Jamie nodded.  "Yes, I have the only ship that can be piloted.  The city-ships are under Master's control.  They are essentially potential deep-space colony ships.  Master would like me to convince you to return.  But if you decide you absolutely want to leave, I am authorized to fly you back to Earth."

"Why now?  Why let me travel for months before finding me?"

"We felt you needed the time alone."

Rick laughed.  "You expect me to believe you?  Seems to me your master planned everything.  That's the thing about demons.  They're conniving.  I bet he told you to bring the baby along.  Hell!  Maybe he even instigated the war."

"You will not malign Master!" Jamie roared.  In a quieter voice he said, "You have no idea how much Master suffered.  If you wish to speak ill of anyone, then direct your anger at me, Carl, and Jay.  We left Earth without even a second thought.  The whole planet could have exploded into fragments and we wouldn't have cared.  Earth wasn't a bastion of fond memories for us.  We were quite miserable until Master changed us.  Master didn't want to leave Earth.  He didn't want to stand by and let people kill each other.  But He couldn't intervene and it tormented Him.  It torments Him still."

"Why couldn't He intervene?  With all his power, he could have done so much."

"What would you have had Him do?  Telepathically induce a calm on everyone?  It wasn't just a handful of individuals who instigated the war.  Violence broke out everywhere.  Should He have conquered the entire planet?  I actually suggested that to Master, but Master does not believe in conquering people.  Even if He had restrained Himself to disarming military forces, He would have viewed Himself as a tyrant."

"He could have saved people like he saved me."

"Master saved you by consuming the raw material around you to create more of His cells, which covered your entire body.  The cells cauterized your external wounds and teleported you from Earth to Haven.  Can you imagine how much raw material He would have had to consume to save thousands, millions, billions?  Instead of consuming Earth's raw material, if He had filled the world with enough of His cells to save people, the planet would have been covered with a thick black cloud.  Imagine the panic.  And where would He draw the line?  No matter what, He wouldn't have been able to save everyone.  Should He save only the good, the innocent?  The war wasn't between the Good and the Evil.  It was humans against humans.

In the end, Rick, Master let it all happen for the sake of humanity's long-term survival.  We're not alone in this galaxy.  The time for humanity to participate in the greater interstellar community isn't too far in the future.  Humans must stand united.  As countless countries each with its own political system, humans would have little chance to fight off an invasion or to speak as a single voice in a consortium of planets.  After the suffering of this war, humans will develop a more unified collective consciousness and eventually form a single government."

"He can't be sure that would happen."

"Master foresaw the war years in advance.  He has foreseen the formation of the single government and the arrival of other sentient beings.  I have no doubt that what Master foresees will come to pass."

"Did he foresee me?"

"He doesn't see everything in advance, Rick.  You were a surprise."  Jamie sighed and removed the empty bottle from the baby's mouth.  He burped the infant and then rocked it to sleep.  "I brought him because I find it difficult to be apart from him.  I was the same way with Jaic.  Even though they were gestated inside a pod, they're still my babies, my flesh and blood.  It's a miracle that two men could have a child.  Master made that possible for us."

Jamie turned his green eyes to Rick.  "You have to make a choice, Rick.  If you want to return to Earth, I will take you there.  You may be able to help a few people there.  But here, you can help us build a new world.  It is our world, not Master's, so it is up to us to create it.  Believe me, if it were left in Master's hands, the entire planet would already be terraformed and teeming with life.  He will help us, of course.  In time, when humanity is ready, we will ally ourselves with Earth."

***

Rick crested the high mountain and had his dinner on a rocky overhang.  He wore hiking clothes, heavy boots, and a sizable backpack.  A lion's mane of brown hair billowed in the wind.  The little bit of his face that wasn't covered in a thick growth of hair was weathered to a dark tan.  His body was leaner and tougher now.  He dropped his pack and sat down on the edge, dangling his feet in air.  From his pack he pulled out a titanium cube, twenty centimeters to a side, and selected a turkey sandwich from the short list on the cube's interface.  Double doors opened wide on one face of the cube, and he took the sandwich.  He chased down the meal with water from his canteen.

Before him was a series of smaller mountains and valleys that eventually led to rolling hills.  "Almost full circle.  It took five years."  To his left, the setting sun painted the sky in honey and lit up the hexagons of the roof.  He enjoyed the view, finding it beautiful instead of disconcerting.  Rick smiled as he looked on.  "Well, Jamie and Carl, I guess this is home."

He set up a tent a little ways from the overhang.  It was just a flat piece of black cloth that ballooned into a tent when he snapped one end in the air.  Rick stowed his equipment inside the tent and returned to the overhang with his dildo, his faithful companion.  Setting the dildo down on a flat rock, he dropped his pants and lowered his ass, grimacing as the dildo filled his hole.  The grimace morphed into a smile.  Rick didn't ride the dildo.  He sat on the rock bare-assed and let the fullness of his rectum and the pressure against his prostate stir up memories of Mike.  This was his favorite part of the day, when he could relax and reminisce about the man he loved, the man who, with his own body, had shielded Rick against a bomb explosion.

"I found some peace at last, Mike.  The years since you died have been the worst of my life.  I've killed a lot of people, Mike.  Men, women, children, even babies.  They were the enemies, so I believed.  But they were just humans like me.  We all thought we were doing the right thing.  It's not much comfort knowing they would have killed me if I hadn't killed them first.  For awhile it got so bad that I just wanted to die.  I couldn't bear the guilt.  But I've been given another chance.  I won't let your sacrifice be in vain, Mike."

It took several more days to hike over the rolling hills through a dense forest now inhabited by large mammals.  He was surprised to see a black bear digging through a rotted tree stump for grubs.  It eyed him nervously at first and then ignored him.  He heard the howling of wolfs and coyotes but never saw one.  Five years ago when he had walked these hills barefooted, he had seen only a handful of chipmunks, squirrels, and rabbits.  Now he saw and heard them everywhere.  Deer were curiously unafraid of him, foraging complacently as he looked on.  The flora was so dense in places he had to circle around them and hunt for a clear path.

When he at last broke through the forest, he arrived at a grassy meadow.  Beyond the meadow was a forest of giant trees.  At the base of a tree on the fringe waited Carl and Jamie, nude and unabashedly aroused.  They waved to him, and he ran to them.  His backpack and shirt fell to the ground before he wrapped Carl in a bear hug and kissed him passionately.  He turned to Jamie, who scooped Rick off his feet and buried his hairless face in Rick's bushy beard to find his lips.  The need to feel another man's body overwhelmed him; it had been too many years.  Rick took hold of Jamie's face in his hands and fastened his lips on Jamie's, their tongues lapping.  He hooked his legs around Jamie's sides and rubbed his crotch against Jamie's enormous cock.  Giant hands slid down his back and cupped his buns.

Carl came up behind him and pressed his hairy chest against Rick's furry back, kissing him between the shoulder blades.  The thin fabric that sheathed Rick's lower body dissolved into wisps of black smoke as Carl's hands groped his meaty ass and thighs.  The ground rose up beneath Carl's feet, raising his body until his cock slid in between the spread ass-cheeks.  He kissed the back of Rick's neck and tweaked his nipples as he massaged the outer and inner rings of the anus with the flared head of his cock.  He moved slowly and deliberately, smiling as the man sandwiched between his and Jamie's bodies moaned in pleasure.  With one hand, he pulled down Jamie's rigid cock, forcing the big man to lower and push back his hips, and let it rebound upwards, the head smacking Rick's perineum.  Rick bobbed as Carl fucked him and Jamie rubbed the head of his cock back and forth between Carl's cock and Rick's nuts.

"God, I wish I could take you both!" Rick cried out when he broke away from Jamie's lips to fill his lungs.

"Consider your wish granted," Jamie said with a wicked grin, his cock narrowing as he thrust his hips forward.  Carl guided Jamie's now long and narrow cock into Rick's supple hole, enjoying the feel of his longtime lover's cock sliding against his own.  Rick threw back his head and scared birds from their perches with a gut-wrenching roar.  The two cocks pumped in unison, their round heads bowing away from each other and pushing against the anal walls with each thrust.  Rick held onto Jamie's neck for dear life.  After the initial pain, his aching anus began rippling with waves of pleasure, magnified by the waves from the sensitive nipple that Carl continued to tweak and his own cock rubbing against Jamie's washboard abs.  Rick cried out as ribbons of white jizz shot out of his cock, ricocheted off Jamie, and came splattering down on his own furry stomach.  A few minutes later he came again further drenching himself.

"Breed me!  Fill me with your cum!" he begged the two men.

Carl and Jamie timed their release.  Carl's cock heaved first, a short geyser blast, followed immediately by a blast from Jamie's cock.  Rick felt their cocks convulse and erupt inside him in counterpoint, first Carl then Jamie, again and again.  He felt the viscous and hot semen sliding down the silky inner walls and drip out of his hole where the two cocks stretched it wide.  The throbbing cocks and the unbelievable amount of semen erupting from them compelled Rick to a third orgasm.  The two men pulled out and laid Rick down on the grass.  They knelt on either side of him and lapped up the cum off his body.

***

Rick woke up with a luxuriating yawn and a stretch of his arms.  He kept his eyes closed and smiled as he wiggled his body beneath the silky sheets.  Two down pillows caressed his head without letting it sink too deep.  The morning light crept up to his face and teased his eyes open.  The light was soft, dispersed by the round, frosted window that curved outward.  He rolled out of the bed and smelled the faint soapy smell on his chest and arms.  Carl and Jamie had carried him to his new home, trimmed the unruly growth of hair, and gently washed him in a tub that easily accommodated the three of them.  The window cleared and he blinked his eyes against the bright light.  When his eyes adjusted, he beheld the immediate surroundings of his home:  a land of gentle rises, streams babbling around smooth rocks and boulders, cobblestone paths, small trees and shrubs, beds of flowers, and, far apart, giant trees with massive trunks.  He knew that his home was built inside the trunk of a giant oak and remembered that Carl had said he made his home inside a maple.

The spacious room was entirely of polished oak except for the window and unfurnished save for the bed.  He used the toilet and sink in the adjoining bathroom, where everything was comprised of live wood covered in a semi-permeable and non-slippery membrane.  He walked briskly down the hall and stairs to an empty living room.  It was up to him to furnish his home as he pleased, he had been told.  Rick stepped out and down the two stone steps onto the cobblestone. 

He followed the path northward over arched bridges and around grass and moss covered rises until he arrived at a vast lake.  A boat with oars was moored to a wooden pier.  He untied the rope and cast off, rowing to a distant island at the center of the lake.  Rick jumped out of the boat and pulled it up onto the sandy shore, tying the rope to a branch of a fallen tree that served as a bench.  A stone staircase let up to a wooden structure he mistook for a gazebo.  Climbing the stairs, he realized the ten-pointed structure had an open cross-beamed ceiling with no roof.  Dark clouds were coming in fast from the southwest.

"Looks like I'm gonna get wet.  How appropriate," he said to himself.

Daniel was waiting for him inside the structure.  Rick gasped in awe when he saw the golden-bronze figure sitting in a lotus position with the largest penis he had ever seen.  Daniel's iridescent eyes flashed brightly and his luscious red lips smiled at him.  Rick walked to him with trembling legs, his blood rushing too quickly to fill his cock.  He sat down on his tush with a crash that shook the structure.  Up close and without anger to cloud his mind, it struck him how beautiful the man was.  Long golden hair waving in the wind.  The perfect symmetry of his face.  The taut muscles, sinewy and not grotesquely huge, beneath the gleaming skin and fine dark hair.  Long limbs, wide chest, and tapered waist.  Penis and testicles monstrous in size but delicious in shape, complexion, and taste.

Rick gulped down the saliva building up inside his mouth.  Breathing heavily he said, "Thank you for saving my life.  Please understand that I couldn't be grateful back then.  I hated myself, hated the things I had done, and hated life.  Even though I didn't care for your method of trying to help me reflect on myself, I shouldn't have responded with anger and hatred.  I apologize."

"I accept your apology.  Please accept my apology for my heavy-handed method.  I admit it had the desired effect, for that I am not sorry, but I'm sorry for the distress it caused you.  You needed the time alone and an arduous journey to shake up your mental lassitude and refresh your outlook on life and yourself.  I did not think that a sweet and tender approach would have yielded the same results.  And the demon inside you seems to thrive when you are pushed to your limits.  It has no desire to usurp control, only to enhance you so that it may experience more of life through you.  It seems like a mutually beneficial symbiosis to me."

"I guess so.  I was able to communicate with it.  I wanted to die and I told it to go find itself a new host.  It said that it couldn't, that we were one and inseparable."

"Any relationship that endures great hardships for so many years can seem unbreakable.  It's grown very attached to you.  Plus it couldn't form a symbiosis with my men and their children.  They belong to me, and I am far more powerful than it is."

"And what happens to it when I give myself to you?"

"The demon will belong to me as well.  It will reside with you while you live and then pass on to whomever I choose."

Rain began to fall on them, lightly at first and then developing to a strong shower.  It came just in time for Rick was starting to feel feverish.  He imagined the raindrops sizzling to vapors as they touched his hot skin.  He watched the water trickling down Daniel's body and leaned forward in a trance to lick off a droplet dangling from a hard nipple.  Daniel's arms drew him in and held him tenderly while he suckled.  Rick yielded his body to Daniel's embrace and cried tears of relief and joy.  He was no longer alone and there was no need for him to be strong and hard of heart.

Daniel stroked Rick's bristly cheek with a thumb and then turned the man's face up for a kiss.  The kisses he planted were soft and light.  Daniel's tongue tasted sweet and minty.  Rick sucked on the long tongue.  He surrendered himself to the whirlpools of Daniel's eyes that pulled on his soul.  "Take me," he said.  "Make me yours."  Then the words Carl and Jamie taught him came gushing out on their own.  "I give you my body, mind, and soul." 

He felt so small and fragile as Daniel smiled down at him.  The arm that propped his upper body was relaxed and without strain.  And the other arm that slid under his buttocks and lifted him up like a baby did so with little effort.  Rick watched as thick red lips engulfed his fat cock.  The lips were so soft and supple.  The sweet and minty tongue danced about the round bell of the head and teased the slit.  And then he saw Daniel's smooth cheek cave in.  His entire body stiffened and his mouth gaped in a silent scream.  Rick felt as though he was dying, as though every molecule of his body was pushing and shoving to pass through the narrow urethra in his penis.  It was an ecstatic death, a sweet surrender.  With each pleasurable expulsion of his seed into Daniel's mouth his body slackened and his vision dimmed a bit.  He sank into blissful oblivion with a smiling sigh and a final throb of his softening cock.

Rick rose out of oblivion with a sharp intake of air.  His body tingled with energy.  Every vein and capillary pulsed with too much blood.  The blood itself was too warm, too fast, and too rich with oxygen.  Muscles twitched and burned.  The raindrops were icy cold on his skin and their impacts were deafening drumbeats.  And he was too full.  Something thick, long, and rigid filled his rectum and colon.  His eyes flared open to the sight of Daniel's beautiful, smiling face.  He was on his back, knees to his chest, and Daniel was on top of him, moving his hips.  Rick could see Daniel's penis snaking in and out of his hole.  It made Jamie's penis look small, and Jamie's had made Mike's look small.  Despite the size there was no pain.  It titillated every nerve ending and teased his prostate.  In all the years he had been sexually active, Rick had always desired to be fucked roughly.  He wanted the pain along with the pleasure.  It wasn't a good fuck unless he made enough noises to wake a neighborhood.  Daniel didn't fuck him that way.  It was hard to even think of it as fucking.  It was too tender for such a vulgar word.  Rick didn't know what to call it, but it made his entire body smile.  It just felt so good.

"What are you doing to me, master?"

"I'm pleasuring you.  Doesn't it feel good?"

"Yes," Rick sighed.

The rain stopped, the clouds cleared, and long shadows shrank, but Rick's smile remained constant.  His master smiled with him, occasionally kissing him.  This was exactly what he needed after so many years of brutality, pain, and loneliness.  There would be plenty of time for rough sex later. 

Daniel eased himself down.  Their round pecs pressed together, and Rick's cock and balls were trapped between their bodies.  Each man wrapped the other in his arms, Daniel lifting Rick's shoulders off the floor.  Their lips and tongues joined.  The shadows grew long once more.  Semen squirted from Rick's cock too many times to count and stuck to their skins before being absorbed into Daniel's body.  The fleshy bulb of Daniel's penis pulsed like a beating heart, rhythmic and constant, as it hosed Rick's innards.  The setting sun lit up the hexagonal pattern of the roof kilometers above them.  The darkness deepened, the hexagons vanished from sight, and stars lit up the sky.  A particularly bright point of light on the eastern horizon was the Earth.  Rick didn't notice any of this.  They remained joined through the night.

Rick returned to his home many hours later.  A ten-pointed star branded around his navel marked him as the property of Master Daniel.  He sat down on his bed holding a crystal, hemispherical object.  He depressed a round button on the top.  A three dimensional projection of a man's face floated before Rick's eyes.  It was a broad and square face with a dense covering of dark hair on the head, cheeks, jaws, and around the mouth.  Hazel eyes met Rick's blue eyes with a piercing stare.  For a second the image wavered and was replaced by an image of a large cock with a fat head, but Rick concentrated his mind on Mike's face and the original image returned. 

"It will tap into your subconscious mind and show you your memories accurately not necessarily as you recall them," his master had told him.

"You'll always be with me, Mike…daddy.  I'll never forget you."



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