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
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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.
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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.
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[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!]