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Goren Jag, the king of Gaulderon, was a formidable man and leader. Standing at 7ft tall, he was muscular, with indigo colored skin like his son, icy gray eyes, and the same tattoo-like markings. Bald-headed like every other Serinellian denko (man), he had a white goatee, signifying his age and stature as an elder of his society.
"Son, I understand that you feel you have a calling as an adventurer. My younger brother, Joral, your uncle, was a Midderan as well. And just like you, he was also a very talented sorcerer. However, as a prince of Gaulderon he fell short. Shierking his royal duties and responsibilities to his people to explore the outer reaches of the universe, until one day...he simply never came home. I will not have my one and only son, a prince as well, repeat his mistakes, do you understand me?"
Listening patiently to the king's lecture, Bartock attempted to quell his father's worries. "I promise I'm not trying to skirt my responsibilities, father. And I don't want to be my uncle. I just want to learn how to use my abilities to their fullest potential, that's all."
Goren gave his son a stern look, exhaling forcefully. "As long as that's all it is. Alright...put some clothes on. We will be having dinner with the Duke of Sargoss and his husband this evening, so plan accordingly. Also, go see your mor-father in his art studio and let him know you've returned safely."
"Yes, sir." Replied Bartock.
Watching as Goren turned and left the room, Bartock relaxed. Knowing of his father's disdain for the mortal coil, he was thankful that he hadn't been more inquisitive about his whereabouts.
In the all male Serinellian race of people, a denko was considered a primary male being, while the morda was a secondary male being. Though both of their bodies were similar in physical shape, the morda was a little shorter and not as strong as the denko. Though their physical differences were minor, both males had a smooth mound of flesh on their crotches that would change during sexual arousal.
To engage in intercourse, the lips of the morda's orifice would swell and part, while the denko's penis would distend from his body. During sex, the morda would be penetrated and impregnated, resulting in him giving birth to a denko's offspring. In Serinellian culture, the morda was referred to by his children as mor-father, while a denko was simply referred to as father.
A little while later, having put on a clean pair of black form fitting pants and a pair of thick soled, black military jack boots, Bartock entered the art studio of the grand stone palace that he had resided in since birth. Though he wore pants and boots, it was customary for Serinellian's to remain shirtless, so others could see the identifying markings on their chests and arms, signifying what family line they came from.
Looking towards the window in the large open room, Bartock saw his mor-father, Jeeday, fully engrossed in the particular painting he was patiently working on.
Jeeday stood at 6ft8, with a lithe, toned physique, light green skin with markings different from his husband and son, and violet colored eyes. Where his husband and son were both bald, as a morda, he had a shock of silver hair that grew out of his head in a mohawk style that cascaded down the back of his neck.
Seeing Jeeday working busily, Bartock spoke quietly. "What's the subject of this piece, mor-father?"
Looking up from his painting, Jeeday smiled brightly when he saw his son enter the room. "Barty!"
Climbing off of his chair, the Serinellian approached his son, embracing him tightly before taking his face in his hands. "So which outer dimensional plain has my boy been exploring this week?"
Bartock shrugged. "It was just a quick trip through the mortal coil."
Taking Bartock's hand, Jeeday led him over to where he was working, motioning him to sit down. Now seated, Bartock took a peek at his mor-father's painting, seeing the familiar surroundings of his city and home planet that Jeeday was painting by.
After looking at his mor-father's canvas, he looked out the window to see the two moons that hung in the sky as the bright orange and red sunset lit up the sharp, red rock formations that surrounded his enormous city, hiding it away from the world outside.
Looking out over the skyline, he admired the towering fururistic skyscrapers that looked as though they were made of chrome and glass, filled with many tiny, bright lights that illuminated their shining structures.
Letting his eyes drop down closer to the lower level of the city, he noticed all of the fast moving hover cars, speedily zooming by on the way to their destinations.
Watching as his son admired his work, Jeeday began questioning Bartock. "So the mortal coil, what is it like?"
"Oh mor-father you'd love it! Vast oceans and mountainous formations, all animated by bright, vivid colors!" Said Bartock excitedly.
Smiling brightly, Jeeday's parental instincts began to kick in. "You've met someone special there, haven't you?"
Bartock beamed. "He is the most wonderful boy mor-father. I can't stop thinking about him."
Jeeday smiled. "I'm so happy for you, Barty. A true and honest love is difficult to find on any planet, or any dimension for that matter."
Bartock was elated. Even though he knew his mor-father worried about him on his travels, he still made an effort to be excited to hear about his experiences whenever he returned, unlike his father.
"Barty, the only thing I've ever wanted is for you to be happy, you know that. However, please remember, you are only just over one tenth of your lifespan. There are beings out there that will take advantage of your innocence. Promise me you'll be careful on your travels?" Asked Jeeday.
Bartock nodded his head before hugging his mor-father. "I promise."
Though Bartock took on the guise of an older, adult man when he was on the mortal plain, in his reality, his age was the equivalent of that of a twenty year old human male.
Taking hold of his son's hand, Jeeday began to lead Bartock out of his art room. "Come on, kid. Time to go do our royal duty and prepare for an uptight dinner with the Dukes of Sargoss, or as I like to refer to them, the Dukes of Snore-goss."
Bartock chuckled as he followed his mor-father out of the room.
Back on planet Earth, Colin quietly crept into his uncle's room, doing his best not to wake the naked man who was passed out in his bed. Digging into the pocket of his Carhartt jacket, the boy pulled out the ten dollars that his uncle had promised to give to him so that he could pay for his lunch at school.
With the crisp ten dollar bill in his hand, Colin was about to turn to leave his uncle's bedroom when he heard the adult male begin to whimper in his sleep. Knowing he was having a nightmare, the teen boy leaned down to gently kiss Joe's cheek before whispering in his ear.
"It's okay, uncle Joe. When you wake up, he won't be able to hurt you anymore." Said Colin.
Slowly moving away from his uncle's bedside, Colin waited for his whimpering to stop before he left him alone in the room.
Standing in front of his locker at school, Colin rummaged through his personal belongings as he searched for the right textbook to take to his algebra class.
Right as he was about to close his locker room door, the teenager suddenly watched as out of the corner of his eye, a hand reached over, slamming it shut with a loud crashing noise. Startled, Colin looked up to see his two biggest foes in the world, Alan and Kent, glaring down at him.
"Think ya can just hire some muscle freak to do your fighting for you, huh geek?" Snarled Alan.
Attempting to turn away from the older teen boy, Colin was suddenly stopped by Kent as the bully stood directly in front of him, preventing his escape.
"You guys started it first!" Said Colin, defiantely. "Bartock just defended himself."
Colin watched as the two teen boys laughed in his face. "Bartock?!" Said Kent. "What a fuckin queer name. You pay him in blow jobs or something?!"
"Just leave me alone!" Said Colin.
Trying to push his way past the two older boys, Alan grabbed the young teen's arm tightly as he intentionally began to hurt him.
"You tell your little faggot friend that we're gonna get him back...we're gonna get both of you back! Ya hear me, McKinney, ya little fuck!" Seethed Alan.
Pulling himself free from his bully's clutches, Colin tried to quickly move away from Alan's grasp. Not being able to see behind him, Alan pushed the boy hard as he walked by, tripping him with his foot. The bully watched as the young teen fell hard, hitting his knee on the tile floor.
Watching his books and papers scatter everywhere, Alan and Kent began to laugh wickedly as the young teen boy grabbed his knee in pain.
Just as Kent leaned down to pick Colin up by the back of his shirt collar, he suddenly felt someone pinch his ear tightly, "OW! Fuck!"
Turning their attention away from Colin, both Alan and Kent looked up to see their ex-friend, Troy, glaring at both of them. Being the eighteen year old was a football jock, he was both bigger and stronger, intimidating both boys as they backed up when he moved towards them.
"You two clowns wanna pick on somebody...take your best shot. Otherwise, get the fuck outta here." Said Troy.
Knowing they couldn't hurt him, both Alan and Kent backed down. "Whatever." Said Alan as he and Kent slunk away with their tail between their legs.
Crouching down, Troy turned his attention to Colin as he began picking up his books. "You okay, buddy?"
Sitting up, Colin nodded his head. Pulling up his pant leg, he and Troy both saw a large, bloody scrap on his knee where he had fallen when he hit the floor.
"Ouch. Hey, since the last period already started, why don't I just walk with you to the school nurses office." Said Troy.
Colin looked at Troy, defeated. "You probably think I'm a big joke?" He said.
"Actually, I think you're a really brave guy. And I like having brave guys for friends." Said Troy.
Colin couldn't help but smile as Troy helped him get back up on his feet. As both of the teenage boys began to walk through the hallways, Colin told Troy a joke, making him chuckle while he walked beside him on the way to see the school nurse.
Walking through the backdoor of his house after being dropped off by his new friend Troy, Colin heard his uncle moving around in the living room. "Uncle Joe, I'm hom-"
Just as Colin was walking into the living room, he immediately saw the angry expression on his uncle's face.
Raising his hand, Joe back handed his nephew across the face, sending the teen boy forcibly into the wall. Pressing his hands against his cheek, Colin slid down the length of the wall in pain as tears began to role down his face.
"WHERE IS IT?" Screamed Joe.
Crying hysterically, Colin could barely speak as he started to hyperventilate. "I-I don't know what y-you mean!"
"Don't play dumb, boy! I want the money you took from me this morning!" Snarled Joe.
Realizing that his uncle was drunk again, Colin tried to reason with him. "Uncle Joe, you said I could have it for lunch, remember?!"
Colin watched his uncle closely, hoping and praying that through his drunken haze he would remember telling him to take the money. Seeing him angrily remove his leather belt, the young teen knew that there was no way of getting through to his uncle and braced himself for a world of hurt.
"You're not gonna tell me? Then I'm just gonna have to beat it outta ya!" Yelled Joe.
Raising his arm up high in the air, Joe swung it back down, sending the leather belt buckle crashing against the teenager's leg, causing the boy to yell out in pain.
Bringing his arm back up to hit his nephew again, Joe suddenly felt a warm gust of air move over him right before his body froze in place. Not being able to hold on to the belt any longer, he watched from the corner of his eye as it fell out of his hand and onto the ground.
Colin watched from the floor as his uncle's body seized. Standing frozen solid, he could see the terror in the man's eyes as he unsuccessfully struggled to move.
Suddenly, Joe felt his upper limbs move against his will as they dropped down at his sides. Feeling himself being lifted up off of the ground, the terrified man felt his entire body being turned around as it levitated in the air.
As he completed his turn, Joe was horrified by what he saw next. Standing before him was a large, indigo colored, reptilian looking creature with glowing white eyes and razor sharp teeth. Wanting to scream, the middle aged man hung suspended in mid-air, unable to force any audible sound to come from his voice box.
Wiping the tears from his eyes so that he could see the entire spectacle happening in front of him, Colin looked up from the ground to see Bartock in his original, frightening, mortal coil form.
Seeing the angry look on the monster's face, Joe nearly had a heart attack when the being began to speak.
"You will not harm this boy any longer!" Snarled Bartock.
Holding his hand out with his palm up, a glowing red light began to emanate from the alien being's hand.
Joe was in shock as he stared at the frightening creature that stood before him. Suddenly without warning, the middle-aged man became petrified when he began to feel searing hot pain coming from his hands and feet. Feeling as though he was being burned alive, he shifted his eyes down to see that the tips of his fingers were beginning to melt as though they were made of candle wax.
Seeing what was happening to his uncle's body, Colin cried out. "NO! Bartock...please stop!"
Hearing his young lover's plea, the Serinellian immediately ceased using his powers on the abusive man.
Seeing his uncle's body come crashing to the ground, Colin immediately crawled over to his side.
Feeling an intense pain that he'd never felt before, Joe lifted up his arm to see a bloody stump in the place where his hand had once been. As he moved his legs across the floor, he realized his feet were completely gone.
Looking down at his uncle in tears, Colin watched as Joe's eyes began to roll to the back of his head at the same time that his body began to convulse.
Confused and scared, Colin looked up at Bartock. "What's happening to him?"
Having shifted back into his human form, the alien crouched down beside Colin. "He's going into cardiac arrest." Said the alien in a calm voice.
Hearing what Bartock said, Colin panicked. "No, please! Please Bartock! Don't let him die, please!"
Though he was confused by Colin's wish to save his abuser, Bartock couldn't fathom hurting his young friend in any way. Doing what Colin asked of him, the alien moved his glowing hands up and down the length of the middle-aged man's body, healing him slowly.
Colin watched in awe as his uncle's body grew new hands and feet right before his very eyes.
A little while later, Colin sat on the edge of his uncle's bed, holding the recovering man's hand as he slept peacefully.
Sitting in a chair close to the bed, Bartock looked at Colin with sincerity. "I'm sorry, Colin, but he was hurting you. I only wanted to protect you from him."
Looking up at Bartock with tears in his eyes, Colin forced a smile. "I know."
"Why? Why wouldn't you let me kill him?" Asked Bartock, curiously.
Colin exhaled, sharply. "He doesn't mean to hurt me, Bartock. Whenever he hits me, or touches me when I don't want him to...later on, I hear him crying...in my head. I can hear his thoughts...and over and over again, he prays to God to help him stop, so that he won't hurt me anymore. I also know, that when he was little, his father hurt him too...I heard it in his thoughts."
Stunned, Bartock looked directly into Colin's eyes. "You're telepathic, aren't you?"
Quietly, Colin nodded. "So was my dad. He called it his extra ear. When I was little he used to tell me jokes, telepathically, just so I could hear them. My mom would always wonder why we would laugh at the same time for no reason. Sometimes, when I was in bed and feeling scared, I would hear his voice. He would tell me I was okay and if I needed him, he was just down the hall."
Bartock listened intently to Colin as he explained his gift.
"At school, I can hear the other kids conversations. Sometimes, I listen. But mostly I don't. I don't like to invade other peoples private thoughts."
Bartock smiled. "Because you are a good boy, with a kind heart."
Looking closer at Colin's face, Bartock noticed the dark circle and swelling that was beginning to form around his eye where his uncle had struck him.
"What do you say we take a nice hot bath together? That way I can clean that wound on your face before I heal it."
Colin looked nervously at his uncle, then at Bartock.
"He'll be fine, Colin. I promise, he'll be fine."
Smiling faintly, Colin let go of his uncle's hand. Standing up, he walked over to Bartock.
Looking into the boy's eyes, the alien embraced his young lover, kissing him tenderly as he gently put his hand on his face. "Go run the bath for us, please? I promise I will be there shortly."
Kissing Bartock's lips, Colin stepped out of his embrace as he left the room.
Waiting until he left, Bartock stood up from his chair as he moved over to Joe's bedside.
"I will not harm him, Colin." Said Bartock to himself. "But I will not leave you alone with a broken man."
Putting both hands on either side of Joe's temples, Bartock concentrated as waves of electricity began to flow out of his palms and into the middle aged man's head.
Fifteen minutes later, Colin and Bartock's bodies were wrapped around each other, naked, as they sat immersed in the warm water of the large claw foot tub.
Colin placed his soft lips against Bartock's lips as the alien leaned against the back of the tub. Gliding his hands over the length of Colin's back, the muscular, black haired man slid his hands down to give his boy's smooth little cheeks a gentle squeeze as the teen straddled his lap.
Never letting their lips separate, Bartock wrapped his strong, muscular arm around Colin's waist as he shifted his body around, leaning him against the back of the tub.
Facing Bartock, Colin opened his legs. Sitting on his knees facing his young lover in the water, the alien placed his hands under the teen boy's supple round cheeks, lifting his crotch up to position his hard pink cock directly in front of his mouth.
Searching the boy's penis out with his lips, Bartock took Colin in his mouth. Steadily, the alien man slurped on his young lover's dick, pushing his nose down into the boy's reddish blond pubic hair.
Colin watched as his handsome lover fellated him with a feverish expression in his eyes. Pinching his own erect nipples, the teenager began to move his hips forward, watching as his pink cock slid back and forth in between his boyfriend's lips.
As Bartock continued sucking on his young boyfriend's dick, he proceeded to furiously jerk his own cock under the water, becoming more carnally excited as he began to taste the boy's precum on his tongue.
Bobbing his head up and down, Bartock used his mouth to aggressively pleasure Colin, doing his best to bring the boy to climax so that he would get the chance to taste his delicious seed inside his mouth.
Feeling his own body tensing up, Colin could feel the pressure building up in his loins. As his naked, young body began to tremble with excitement, the teen boy furrowed his brow, unable to hold back the flood that was about to be released from his cock.
"Oh god! Oh god!" Gasped Colin.
Still holding the boy's crotch above the water, Bartock tightly closed his lips around Colin's penis as he began to taste his lover's warm jizz in his mouth.
After Colin had cum, Bartock lowered his butt back down in the water. Getting up on his knees, he positioned his pelvis in front of his lover's chest as Colin watched him jerk himself off with a look of lustful anticipation.
With a quiet moan, Bartock expelled his load all over Colin's face and chest. Closing his eyes, Colin licked his lover's cream off of his lips, taking his seed into his mouth.
Having reached orgasm, Bartock embraced Colin as he lowered his mouth onto the teen boy's mouth, kissing him passionately as both their loads mixed together in between each other's lips.
A little while later, after having sex in the tub, the pair of lovers had moved out of the bathroom, relocating to Colin's bed. Lying naked together, Bartock laid down on his back while Colin lay on top of him.
"Ow!" Said Colin, accidentally bumping his blackened eye and cheekbone against his lover's face as he kissed him.
Bringing his hand up, Bartock gently placed his palm on the boy's eye, watching as the soft glow from his palm steadily healed his swollen wound.
Reaching up to feel his face, Colin smiled, realizing that the pain was gone. Feeling better, the teenager happily went back to kissing his boyfriend.
Gently placing his hands on either side of Colin's face, Bartock pulled his head back to speak.
"Colin, there's something I need to tell you." Said the alien.
Looking deep into Bartock's eyes, Colin anticipated his lover's words. "Okay."
Bartock moved his arms down around Colin's waist, resting his hands on the small of his back. "When I was home, I could hear you crying when your uncle attacked you. That's why I came to you so quickly."
Colin rubbed his hands over Bartock's muscular chest. "You could hear me?" Asked the boy, smiling subtly.
"Yes. When two Serinellian's bond the way we have, romantically, we begin to feel and hear each other across great distances. Though you are human, somehow, I am beginning to experience that extra-sensory perception with you."
Colin leaned his head into Bartock's hand, relishing his touch as the alien man reached up to stroke his hair with his fingers.
"The light of your essence shines so brightly. I can see it from Earth's orbit, just like I can see the essences of my people from the stratosphere when I am entering my home planet. You told me today that you are telepathic. There are Serinellians that are also telepathic...they are the children of Midderans. Inter-dimensional explorers, like myself."
Colin listened intently while Bartock spoke.
"It is not uncommon for Midderans to make a home on other planets...and on other dimensional plains. As shape shifters, we are capable of existing in many different realities. I must be honest with you, Colin, after everything I've seen and learned about you...I think your father was a Midderan and I think besides being human...you are also a Serinell."
Colin was speechless, dumbfounded he stared at his older alien lover, unsure of how he should react to this revelation.
"When I first saw you all those years ago, I knew you were special. But now, I am convinced I know the reason why. Colin, I love you, and I can feel your love for me. If my instincts are correct, then you would be able to travel through time and space with me. And if you would allow it, I would take you back with me to Gaulderon. There we would make a life together, as mates. Please know that I realize you are young, and you don't have to make a decision right now. I will wait until you are ol-"
"No!" Said Colin, abruptly. "I don't need to wait. I love you too, Bartock. And if you want to be with me, then I want to be with you."
Smiling brightly, Bartock took Colin's face in his hands, leaning up to kiss the loving boy that he had crossed oceans of time to find.
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