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Title: Ant King Last Updated: 2/7/17
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Chapter 4.
We played in the pool for a little while before retiring to the house as the night began to settle. A quick call to a local pizza place had several large pizzas on their way and the five of us settled down to watch the original Die Hard, which was my favorite movie of all time and which none of the boys had ever seen. After I answered the door and paid for the pizza (clothed), we chowed down to gunfire and action but I knew we were really hungry to get upstairs for a bit more entertainment.
As the closing credits rolled, I looked at my charges for the night at said, "Ok. Upstairs. Everyone needs to shower and everyone needs to shit. Shit first. Then make sure you really clean your backdoor while you shower, ok?" The four brothers giggled and ran upstairs, ready to comply. I sat on the couch as they left, slipping off my pants and looking at my semi-erect cock. It was a great cock, I thought to myself. It had been my friend for nineteen years and my personal pleasure center since I was eleven. And it was soon going to take the virginity of four hot brothers.
Holy shit.
I know I haven't yet described my cock to you and it's probably time to do so. You see, I'm perfectly endowed to be a boyfucker. Perfectly. Fully erect, my cock measures just over six inches long, is thinner than average, and has a nice bulbous head that I suspect will be perfect for bumping and grinding and pounding an unsuspecting boyish prostate. Though I never planned on having sex with the objects of my lust, I always knew that, should I ever find myself walking down that path, boys in my age of attraction range would learn to love riding my wonderful tool.
And it was time to put that tool to use.
I was upstairs after cleaning up the leftovers, grinning as I heard the brothers goofing off in the huge walk-in master bathroom. Entering into the room which was filling quickly with steam, I saw that Daniel and David had already jumped in the shower while Zach was busy finishing up on the toilet. As I perched on the sink, the twelve-year-old gave me an innocent grin and flushed before he crossed the narrow space and slipped into the shower. Tyler looked at me and I waved my hand at the porcelain throne, indicating it was his turn. He sat quickly, did his business in seconds, and then proceeded to flush and flee.
I laughed. Relieving myself, I took a moment to stare lustily through the huge glass divider at the four brothers as they soaped up under the hot water that was erupting from six separate shower heads. The shower was massive - easily accommodating the four - and was a beautify mosaic of tan and blue tiles that reminded me of some sort of middle eastern bathhouse. The rectangular room was divided in half by a tile bench that was probably six feet long, allowing several people to sit comfortably while the shower heads sprayed them down.
"When you shower together, boys, its polite to help each other." I said loudly and the four turned to look at me before giggling again. I watched, then, as the two older boys began to assist their younger brothers while the youngsters groaned in appreciation.
"We should do this more often," Tyler said as his brother David rubbed the bath lotion across his shoulders into a nice lather.
"Yeah," responded Zach.
"Maybe," said Daniel dubiously, "but not too often. I don't want you guys thinking we like you or anything."
The younger two laughed good-naturedly and both me and the twins chuckled.
"Well it's not like you two are real fun to be around," responded Zach a moment later. "Especially because you both smell so bad most of the..."
His insult cut of quickly as Daniel began to tickle him under the arms, pulling the soapy boy against his body as the youngster fought to free himself from the sudden attack. "No!!" squealed Zach. "AH HA HA HA AHH!"
"Serves you right!" said Tyler as Daniel let go of his younger brother and we all laughed. "You should be nice to them. They are nice to us most of the time." Smiling sweetly up at David, Tyler turned around and slid his body up to the twin before wrapping his arms around his brother in an innocent embrace.
"I think he wants you to suck him again," Daniel responded and we all laughed again, especially when Tyler feigned innocence.
I entered the hot shower a moment later and the five of us got to work, scrubbing each other down and washing thoroughly every part of our bodies. I made sure that each crack was also worked over and the boys moaned in turn as my soapy fingers rubbed aggressively over their innocence assholes.
Assholes I intended to explore further.
After rinsing off, I instructed the boys to turn off most of the shower heads so that the spray diminished into almost nothing. Then I laid back on the stone bench. "Ok boys. Form a line. Time to make sure you are clean." Sending out my mental instructions, I waited patiently as Zach crawled up onto the bench, his pert bottom only inches from my face. Tyler and David, standing on either side, then grasped their respective cheeks and pulled his bottom open, giving me a clear and unimpeded view of his small pink shitter. I was throbbing hard.
Taking hold of his hips, I pulled the boy toward me and slowly buried my face between his cheeks, my tongue finding the taut ring of flesh immediately as I began to lap and probe the tight entrance. He moaned loudly, then, as I tasted his clean boyish flavor. Intoxicating. I rimmed him for several minutes, my eager tongue buried as deep as I could go while I sucked and nibbled the quivering fresh, all while the twelve year old groaned and wiggled above me.
Coming up for air, I croaked "Next," and, a moment later, was presented with David's more mature offering. In the same position as Zach had been a moment earlier, the teen lowered himself and I assaulted his backdoor, the flavor similar but certainly deeper than his younger brother. I could feel his horny mind trying to cope with the wonderful feelings my tongue was generating in his asshole and, when I realized he was approaching orgasm just from my rim job, I quickly instructed him to get off me.
His twin followed next, with Daniel's boypussy tasting almost exactly the same as his twins. Like David, he too writhed and moaned while I ate him out and, as his own climax approached, I instructed him to dismount.
Tyler was last and the boy's tight cunt was an absolute delight as I probed it with my horny tongue. Stiff but supple, the muscles contracted sharply every time I invaded deeper and the boy squealed and panted throughout the whole ordeal. Slipping one finger between his parted flesh, I explored his anal ring for a long time while peeling the hole back and exposing the soft pinkness inside. While his brothers watched on, I used the flat of my tongue to lap incessantly at the opening before I latched my lips onto the vibrating pucker and sucked as much of the boy into my mouth as I could. "Oh NO! AH! AHH!!" he yelled as the feelings from his boycunt brought him perilously close to orgasm. I stopped, then, content to lay back and look at the glistening and eager orifice.
Shifting the boy off of me, I was about to roll off the bench when David and Daniel each grasped one of my legs and pulled them upward, shifting my backside upwards and parting my own cheeks so that Zach, who had crawled up onto the bench, could dive in at my exposed puckered asshole. His pre-teen tongue sunk home and I groaned in surprise - I hadn't ordered the boy to rim me but my generalized orders must have prompted him to do so anyway. And boy was I glad! I'd never been rimmed before but the experience washed over me and I savored the feeling of his little tongue dancing across my twitching anus. "Oh man!" I groaned, "thats awesome!"
The other three laughed at my reaction.
I eventually (and half-heartedly) got up and the five of us toweled off, giggling and joking as we proceeded nude into the master bedroom and found ourselves lying comfortably on the silky smooth comforter. All five of us were hard. I stared lustily at each boy in turn, wondering just what my gameplay was going to be. I wanted to fuck each of them, I knew, and, while it was only 9:35pm, none of the boys were going to school tomorrow. As such, I could take my time even if it required me to fuck deep into the night. The big question was: did I have the stamina to cum 4 more times? Having already cum a few hours earlier, I had to wonder.
Yet, I was nineteen and my personal best was five jack-offs in one day. Even if I had to fuck one or two of the boys the next morning, I could still satisfy my desire to shoot into each of their virginal boypussies. So where to start...
"So," I began, "I think I want to start with the oldest and work my way to the youngest. Daniel, aren't you older than David?"
"Yep," he responded, grinning eagerly. I reached into his mind, curious as to what I would see. The boy wanted me to fuck him, I could tell, thanks to the story I had implanted in his mind earlier that day. All of this sex stuff was just for fun, he thought, and the homosexual aspect of it didn't bother him at all. There was no concern; no moral objection. Daniel was eager for some carnal adventures with me and his brothers and was looking forward to the rest of the night while eagerly enjoying everything that had happened before.
Just as I was about to leave his mind and give him what he wanted, a stray impulse had me pausing. Taking a minute, I closed my eyes and began to explore his mind once again; a feeling of dread washing over me as I did.
Was I about to commit a rape?
I know, it seemed like the absolute worst time to have a crisis of conscience. However, the very thought hit me like a truck and I staggered without an answer. I had implanted a story in his mind earlier that day - a story about how sex was normal between brothers and I was a favored cousin in town to sex them all up. In the story, each of the boys was eager and enthusiastic for what was going to happen to them. Each, according to my story, was a willing participant.
But what about their true selves? I knew from an earlier evaluation of their minds that all four boys were straight. Would having sex with them... did all the things we had done so far... constitute rape? Rape if they wouldn't want it in the first place?
I commanded the boys to stay put as I got up and headed to the kitchen, my cock soft and my head full.
I needed to think.
An hour and two beers later, I still didn't have an answer. So, deciding to test the waters, I reached out to Daniel and instructed the boy to come to the kitchen. He appeared, naked and hard, a few moments later.
"Daniel, I want you to be totally honest with me, ok?" I said and the boy nodded. I sent a mental command to him, erasing the story I had implanted earlier. As I explored his mind, I determined that the Daniel standing before me was the truest Daniel that existed. "Are you gay or straight?"
"Straight," he responded almost immediately.
"If you think about a guy fucking your ass, how does that make you feel?"
"I don't want a guy to fuck my ass," he said, grinning slightly but with a sour look on his face as well. "So I guess I'd say that the idea kinda grosses me out."
I nodded, a pit forming in my stomach. "So if I fucked you, I'd be raping you."
"No, you would't." He said almost instantly, my eyes going wide at the response.
"But you just said you don't want to be fucked." The boy shrugged a bit and chuckled.
"Well, it's kinda hard to explain I guess."
"Try me."
"Ok," he said, taking a seat next to me. Reaching out to my beer, he grabbed the bottle and lifted it to his lips, taking a little sip before scrunching his face up and passing the bottle back to me. "Beer is fucking gross." he said as he made a disgusted face and stuck his tongue out dramatically.
I laughed, in spite of myself. "It grows on you," I said.
He rolled his eyes. "So, here's the thing. I know that I'm a drone. Ok?"
"Ok." Tony, my first drone, had said the same thing.
"I know I became a drone the moment you touched me. But I don't think you really get what being a drone means, do you?" I shrugged. "Being a drone means that I'm still myself. I am the same person now that I was when I woke up this morning. The only difference between me then and me now is that you are my King. I love you. I love being your drone. I will do whatever you want me to do. In fact, I WANT to do whatever you want me to do." He looked at me expectantly.
"I guess I still don't get it."
He sighed. "Ok, how about this. Lets say you leave Miami and go to California, right?" I nodded. "And while in California, you tell me to just live my life." I nodded again. "I'm going to live it like normal - doing what I'm doing. Like, hitting on girls and jerking off to pussy and whatever." We both chuckled.
"Ok."
"But, thats because you are ordering me to be me. So I'm me. I WANT to be me. If you send me orders that I should be gay, then I'm going to be gay. I'm going to WANT to be gay. I'm going to want to be gay, not because you MADE me gay, but because I WANT to do what you want me to do. So if you want to fuck me, I want to be fucked. If you want me and my brothers to have sex with each other, we are going to want to do that. You can't rape the willing, you know?"
I sighed, still not sure if I followed his logic.
"This afternoon, you gave us the plot for the rest of the day, huh?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, intrigued.
"You set the story. That you are our cousin. That having sex is normal with each other. That sort of thing?"
"Yeah, thats right."
"Well, we didn't actually believe all that. We're not stupid. You can't really change what we believe. Instead, you gave us the story you wanted us to act out and, because we WANT to act it out for you, since you are our king, we did." He must have thought I still didn't quite look convinced. "So, what's the problem? What are you concerned about?"
"I'm concerned," I said after a moment, "that if I make you and your brothers have sex with me, that I'm raping you."
He nodded, looking much wiser than any fourteen year old had the right to look. "You're not. I promise you, you're not. Now that we are your drones, we want what you want. Period. End of discussion. It's the biological peritive."
"Biological imperative?" I said.
"Yeah, that too." He grinned at his joke.
"But is it right to make you do what I want."
"Ahhhhh. This is a new question. I'm sorry, Mike, but it's definitely beyond my pay grade. You turning us into drones - the issue of imposing your will on others - freedom of choice - yeah, that's something I can't really help you with. If it makes you feel any better, though, I'm infinitely happier right now that I was this morning. Being your drone gives my life purpose and fills a hole I didn't know existed."
I nodded. He'd hit the nail on the head. What right did I have to make others into my drones?
"How did you get so smart," I asked him then.
"I read a lot," he said. "Science fiction and stuff. You know, I may be fourteen but I'm pretty freaking brilliant."
I laughed. A deep hearty laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you are. Should we go back to the bedroom?"
"Definitely. But you should put the story back in my mind."
"Really? Why is that?"
"Because it..." he paused for a second, "I guess it's kinda like being an actor. When you are on stage, you assume the role more completely than if you are at a rehearsal or something. Does that make sense?"
I sort of did so I implanted the story agains. He grinned. "Thanks cousin. So, you going to fuck us?"
"Yeah! You gonna fuck us?" yelled Tyler and Zach as we walked into the room, the two boys bouncing on the bed excitedly.
"No," I said. I needed a little more time to evaluate what Daniel and I had discussed. "But we can still fool around. Ever heard of a daisy chain?"