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*** This is a completely revised version of the original story... If you are lost or confused please read it from the beginning in its entirety.
Chapter 3 The Dawn
We walked back over to the far end of the room toward the lift feeling eyes pressed against us. Finally to the lift, Bransen hit the call button and I turned partially to see who all was staring. It was like mass whiplash. I had never seen so many heads snap away from my direction in my entire life, and that has been a LONG time. Sure there were times when a bit of gas might escape during someone's union ceremony with a thundering rumble, but that was when I was only about eight hundred years old, and even then that caused everyone to glare AT me. Seeing them shy their eyes away from me was something quite new.
There was a little sadistic satisfaction in it for me though. The feeling you get when you think to yourself "Yeah... fear me!", and then have to slap yourself because there is 'ALWAYS' someone else out there bigger and meaner than you. I had NEVER had anyone truly fear physical harm from me. It was like I had a sign posted on my chest that said, "DON'T TOUCH" and you know someone's first reaction is going to be ... "poke".
The doors opened and Bransen and I entered the lift turning to face the exit as we situated ourselves into its cramped space. He pressed the '20' button, and we began to descend further into the complex and back to where I had been about forty minutes earlier. We were heading back to the infirmary swifter than I really cared to. I'd kind of had my fill of people testing me. There was too much shit to do, and I didn't really have time for this, but I'm sure it would be wiser to hear what he has to say or scream about.
The lift stopped its descent and the doors opened. We exited and upon first glance at a staff member I could see that Bransen had been right. The nurse had a bit of a stain still on the front of his scrub pants which he was delicately trying to hide while searching for a replacement pair. By the shine of his skin and the smell in the air... there had been sex, and lots of it. I was SOOOOO in trouble I thought as I tried to strangle a giggle from bursting from my chest. If I started laughing now I wouldn't be able to stop, and while I'm sure it was good sex... I wager it wasn't exactly timely.
Looking around at the rest of the staff, it was obvious that everyone on the floor had been affected and surely all those between the floor we were on and this one. All those between level ten and twenty had juiced their shorts.
It was then I realized something wasn't quite right but I didn't have time to think about it because the doors we had been wandering toward were now right in front of us and now opening. Doc sat behind his desk with that same sheen of wet on his skin as I had seen on the others.
"Come in." he said quite flatly his breath catching somewhat as he looked in my direction.
We stepped into the office and the door shut behind us. Yep... the smell of sex was in the air and I was curious about exactly what kind of mess Doc had made in his shorts.
"Have a seat please." He said regaining his full composure.
He was building up to admonish my ill thought behavior. Well... I didn't have time for it. Bransen had seated himself while I remained standing.
"Excuse me Doc, but I have much to do." I said raising my hand as signal for him to please let me continue.
"I see my energy blast reached much further than I had intended. It was a mistake I will endeavor not to repeat. There are some anomalies that Kelay had not anticipated in our merging and my creation. I will be more cautious in the future." I stated matter-of- factly.
"So, did the energy wave radiate upward as well as downward when I release it and how far in each direction were the affects felt?" I asked clinically.
"Please have a seat." Doc asked again, the wind now somewhat knocked from his sails which seemed to give Bransen a good deal of amusement as his lips seemed to be tersely fighting a full fledge smile and he avoided eye contact.
I sat down and took a deep breath... I was a little tired after the release of the blast of mental energy, and I really could use one good nights rest before everything spun out of control again. The Doc leaned forward resting is forearm against his desk looking directly at me and occasionally darting his eyes in Bransen's direction.
"The 'wave' of energy you released was felt on our lowest level, but fortunately...", he emphasized, "None above level 10 were affected."
Doc continued, "I do not need to tell you that you would have compromised the entire facility and everyone in it had the wave gone through the upper levels. The entire populace..."
"You're right,", I interrupted, "you don't need to tell me." Which seemed to ignite a small spark of anger in the Doc.
The room became uncomfortably quiet; I leaned forward now only inches from Doc's face looking deep into his tired slate blue eyes and asked seductively with a mischievous grin on my face, "So... was it good for you?"
Doc was completely caught off guard, and Bransen erupted into laughter flipping over backwards rolling out of his chair and onto the floor. Doc and I couldn't help but to join the laughter. Bransen's laughter was infectious with its golden tones and after all... luckily, no harm had been done. A few moments later Bransen got himself back up in the chair panting from the lack of breath a heart felt laugh can bring and wiped the tears from his eyes. We all regained our composure and smiled at each other while a small snicker still escaped from Bransen in uncontrollable bursts.
"Well Khore," Bransen said looking in my direction, "I guess you shot the hell out of 'Not' freaking out everyone on your first day out in the big city."
"Yes." I replied, "That is definitely regrettable, and something we need to deal with, but there is something else we need to attend to first."
I paused, "With the clothing that I wore when you first brought me here, there was a device that we need to install in the structural integrity field generator on level 51. I call it Molecular Fusion Mirror or MFM for short. By specifying the area of affect and incorporating it into your structural integrity generator, it will completely cloak the complex from even the most thorough scans the Thorens possess. Basically, it folds and mirrors the external environment to the surface of its opposite side.
Meaning, if the complex were above ground, and I stood on one side of the complex and you stood directly on the other side of the complex, even though we would be in reality very far apart, it would 'appear' as though we were standing right beside each other. It does more than just visually deter detection however, with level two cloaking activated, it replicates the resonance field of what any given element should be as well with random variations to avoid any pattern detection. So beneath the ground, if you could 'see', you would see rock and dirt, and any scan would only detect dirt and rock as well."
The Doc's wheels had begun turning and he became completely silent turning to face Bransen.
"Would you care to explain exactly how Khore knows the layout and location of key systems in this complex?" He said with a bit of agitation in his voice.
"I'm sorry to interrupt again, but can you explain this to the Doc, while I get to work please? Where are the clothes I was wearing when you brought me here?" I asked Bransen.
The Doc looked questioningly at Bransen and he nodded in reply.
"The nurse at the monitoring station has your personal belongings and someone had BETTER fill me in on what's going on here" Doc muttered.
"Thanks Doc." I said with a smile, "For everything."
I turned and exited the office and made my way to the monitoring station and collected my things.
"Oh... uhh... could you hang onto the rest of my things here until I'm assigned quarters please. I only need this at the moment." I questioned placing the MFM in my front pocket.
"That should be no problem." the blond nurse said with a grin.
With a quick thank you I was in the lift and on my way down to level 51. Level 51 of the complex was the absolute basement of the facility. The generators, oxygen filtration, and water purification as well as all other essential key systems were based in this level of shadows and twisted metal.
Filth lie everywhere as though it had been here for more layers of dust than what could be remembered or written. I made my way to the access panel that housed the SIG and removed it beginning my arduous integration of components of less than compatible technology. I had been busy at work for about two hours when I sensed someone sneaking their way up behind me.
"Stop." I said and commanded his muscles to freeze.
Standing and turning away from my work in the access panel I looked at my, would be, assailant. Seeing his filthy grey uniform I noticed he was a maintenance man. Terror filled his eyes and he was screaming as much on the inside of his mind as his silent eyes could reflect.
"Relax, I am not going to harm you or anyone in this complex. I am performing an enhancement to your system here on Bransen's authority. I am going to release you to move so that you may use your COM to contact him personally. Tell him that you have someone here with you calling himself Khore. I won't let you harm me, so please don't make any foolish or sudden moves." I said calmly and released control of his body and vocal cords back to him.
He was somewhat shaken, and immediately called for Bransen over his wrist COM. After a few moments and some grumbling he finished his conversation with Bransen.
Looking at me he grumbled, "Well someone sure as hell could have bothered to let me know a new face was going to be down here. I nearly shit myself!"
"Well then, I suppose you'd have two messes to clean after your shift." I grinned letting my eyes fall down to the dried stain in his groin.
Puffing out an exasperated breath he took a moment to think it over and peered over at the work I had been doing.
"What modifications are you making if you don't mind my asking? I'm the one that gets stuck fixing this skeletal bitch when the shit hits the fan you know." He said in a defensive but curious tone.
"I'm Khore. Pleased to meet you, and I'd be happy to explain the modifications, if you don't have other pressing duties." I said reaching out my hand while again letting my eyes drift down him.
He hesitated and then a small smile broke his face and he shook my hand. "My name's Jason, but most folks call me Dusty. You can guess why."
I suppose the circumstances of our meeting must have stopped me from noticing before, but Jason was absolutely beautiful. The dirt seemed to cling more to his clothing than his skin luckily. His 6'2" frame was clad in coveralls open from neck to midriff exposing his thick neck, broad shoulders, and powerful chest and chiseled abdomen with promise to show more tantalizing things; had the gravity of this planet been just a bit more intense.
He looked to be close to his 30th age and had all the muscle and looks of a Greek god. He simply exuded power without the faintest attempt. His skin had the color of someone who had fixed so many things for so long in filth, that his flesh had somehow absorbed the grime around him. It was the color I can only describe as used lubricant and grease that has been neglected for months past its usefulness, a deep dulled brown with a hue of something else not quite natural. His disheveled hair promised the color of a dirty blond should it come into contact with enough soap and hot water. His lips were strangely flatter than most, not the least bit pouty, but prominent beneath his once broken nose that now bent slightly to the left. His eyes though, were hazel with what flashed like little flecks of gold, but it was difficult to tell with the odd lighting of the area. Seeing the bulk of muscle in his impressive arms as they strained against the rolled up sleeves let me know had I not been aware of his presence I would probably now possess a two and a half foot long coil burner as a permanent addition to my skull. Luckily... the coil burner only swayed slightly now in his down stretched arm.
Crouching back to the access panel I waved Jason over to accompany me and review the modifications I had made so far. Jason was brilliant. He literally devoured everything I told him with full comprehension of what I had been doing and my ultimate goal for the incorporation of the MFM. He impressed me. In fact, he sped my work so much so that we were able to complete the modifications an hour earlier than I had previously estimated. Gorgeous and a brain... it was a rare a combination indeed.
Standing and looking at our work I reached to shake Jason's hand once more. He didn't hesitate at all this time as his large palmed engulfed mine.
"I've been meaning to ask you something..." he said still holding my hand. "Exactly what was that earlier?"
"My apologies... I made an error in energy strength earlier and accidentally caused everyone from levels 10 and below to have a sexual 'episode' as it were." I said blushing slightly.
"Oh... uhh well thanks for that too." He stammered the blood now flushing his cheeks, "But actually, I was referring to how you stopped me from moving."
My face becoming even hotter with embarrassment I chuckled. "ohh that.. well... same concept different application."
I left the explanation there knowing within days if not hours the entire complex would know more about me than anyone ever had. I'm sure that the whispers had started shortly after we entered the training area on level 10 earlier today. I was a new face, and coupled with the orgasm wave there weren't going to be many that were not going to know who I was.
"Well... at least I started out with a bang I suppose." I thought to myself.
"Thank you for your help with this. I appreciate it, and the conversation was a pleasant change. I hope that we can meet again under different circumstances. If you ever have a moment of free time I'd love to hear from you." I told him still wondering about what was further down his grey coveralls.
My eyes fell south again uncontrollably and I could swear the bulge in front had somehow started sliding down his pant leg of its own doing. It was then I realized I hadn't let loose of his hand and he showed no signs of letting go either. My eyes drifted to his face and I could see I had been caught gawking.
I wanted to let go of his hand... What the hell is going on? It wasn't supposed to be this strong! I tried to release his hand especially now noticing the bright white and blue flames of energy lick my skin and dance lightly across the flesh of his arm slowly climbing up to his shoulder. I could see the blue white light of my eyes in the reflection of his and he yanked me into his embrace and we kissed.
This was not just a kiss through. Our tongues swam together as we ground our bodies into each other trying to get as much contact our hard pressed arms could bring to us.
"Oh SHIT!" was the last lucid thought I had before pulling from his lips and diving into the more accessible muscled curve of his neck licking and chewing my way to just behind his ear and back again.
The fire had spread from me to Jason engulfing us completely and we both lit the walkway like two dancing fireflies in the night. Taking my hard pressed hands from his ass and back I brought them up to the shoulders of his overalls and pulled them down on each side only losing contact with his body enough to let them drop and gather around his ankles.
Working my way to the cleft between he firm pecks I let the tip of my tongue dance about his skin lightly as I made my way over to his left nipple giving him slight bites with my teeth at irregular intervals. Hearing him gasp and moan fueled my desire as I made my way to the right mass of muscle to his other nipple. He groaned and ground into me as I made my way to his belly button leaving a silvery trail across his hardened perfect abs with my tongue.
Brushing the underside of my chin desperately seeking entrance was his very long and very thick cock. It, like him, was a thing of beauty. It was a good eight inches long and to my best guess just shy of 4 fat inches around. His pendulous balls swung below swelling with anticipated release in a completely hairless sack. I would be having fun with those egg sized jewels later.
Licking and teasing I continued to torture his naval and pushed him slightly backward onto the equipment table behind him. He shifted his weight and scooted further back just far enough for his ass to be supported by the top of the table. I continued my assault as I brought my fingertips up to his knees and slowly pressed them apart. When they were as far as his tendons would allow, I dove into the musky crevice to the left of his hairless ball sack and licked and chewed him into a frenzy of whimpers and near hyperventilated breaths.
Slowing... I brought my hands from between his legs to behind his knees and lifted them higher for access to that precious skin between his ass and balls. Very lightly I flicked my tongue across his perineum and watched his body spasm to the same dance my tongue was doing. Some time later, working him into a false sense of calm I lowered his legs enough to dance my fingers across his massive thighs and dove into the right cleft of his leg between his thigh and balls. I feasted again chewing more than licking in a tender frenzy.
Glancing up from my meal I gazed across the landscape of his body. I saw the upturned curve of his taught abdomen and arched spine while he had his head hanging back swinging from side to side in ecstasy all of which was resting on his powerful bent arms at the elbow. At the center of this most savory view was a throbbing, and twitching cock that drooled its thick prize. With feather touches I glanced across his smooth balls from left to right and then back again before taking one into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue giving a gentle tug every now and then. Letting it pop from my mouth I gave his wet sack a slight breath across its slick surface watching it draw closer to him for warmth.
Moving to the other side I worshipped his right as I had done the left giving it my most delicate and urgent attention. Letting it fall from my mouth with an audible pop I dabbed my tongue into the river that was making its way down his engorged pole. Almost painfully my mouth made its way to his swollen helmet getting as much of his sweet nectar along the way as I could manage.
Giving his shaft one last pass with the tip of my tongue from top to bottom and then back again, I took his beautiful cock into my mouth as deep as I was able. As he moaned loudly and thrashed about, I controlled my gag reflex and continued down slowly until I felt his neatly trimmed bush tickling my nose. He was mine now. To stay in this position he could only use his arms to keep this angle and I traveled along the full length of his cock only stopping to brush his helmet with my tongue before working down him again. Letting my left hand work up his thigh I tickled and massaged his heavy balls while my other hand kneaded his powerful chest as I increased my motions on his cock. We were racing to his release and the blue white fire traveling across our skin was now brighter with intermittent bursts of white erupting from us like shooting stars.
I released him quickly from my mouth and quickly threw off my shirt and untied my pants nearly ripping the laces apart to release my imprisoned cock. It was completely doused in its own juice. I gripped him again behind the knees, and pushed into his tight pucker and past its threshold not stopping in my slow, slick, and relentless entry until I was balls deep in his ass. I commanded his arms stretched outward to each side so that he could not tend to the aching need of his own turgid member.
Working my nine inches of thick meat in and out of his ass sent sensations to my groin traveling up my spine and sparked within my mind. The blue white fire about us intensified to an almost silver color as my mind switched over giving each of us the others feelings of pleasure to compound with our own. I could feel his warm pulsing ass around my cock as well as feeling his ass being entered. Moans nearly on the verge of screams escaped us both as I increased the pace of my thrusts to maximum, hammering his prostate. The feeling intensified and we both came simultaneously. His cock leapt and began to shoot strong heavy ropes of cum over his head onto the wall behind him and I unloaded in convulsed rhythm into the clenching depths of him. A blinding white explosion flashed and a circular halo escaped us like a super nova in all directions in a growing ball moving outward through the complex at incredible velocity jittering equipment and sagging wires in its wake.
What seemed like a heavenly forever we drifted in our bliss as I rested my head on his sweaty chest panting and spent being rocked to sleep by his quickened breath.
Pulling myself from him I stood and shakily pulled up my pants and knotted them back into place. Grabbing my shirt I fluffed it a couple of times in the air and tugged it over my head situating it as I went.
Looking over at Jason he still lay flat against the table, with legs dangling over its edge and chest still busy with labored breath. His eyes were glazed giving the appearance he was still lost in his orgasm while his body twitched occasionally like a sleeping newborn puppy.
Grabbing his coveralls from the floor I gave them a few good snaps shaking too much dirt and dust from the cloth nearly choking. The buffeted smack of the fabric seemed to bring Jason back around as he weakly sat up relying too much on his tired arms to keep him from falling back again.
"While that was surely the most incredible sex I have ever had, "he rasped, "A simple thank you would have sufficed." A funny grin crossed his face. He was still gone.
"Thank you for being here for me." I said somewhat sullen. "It was never supposed to be that intense. All of the models showed... well never mind." I tried to explain.
"Khore... Report to my office IMMEDIATELY!" I jumped at a very pissed off yell from the COM on Jason's wrist.
"Okay Stud... I think you'd better come with. Let's get you decent before I go face the executioner. The view is fabulous, but I think I'm pretty much fucked on this one." I said as I worked the coveralls back up his legs talking more to myself than to him.
With minimal effort on Jason's part I was finally able to get him dressed and as he slumped his heavy ass against me as we made our way to the lift. Hitting the call button I shifted his weight a little as to relieve the stress in my shoulder. Damn he was heavy and I was fucking exhausted.
"Khore... Report Immediately! That means NOW!" I jumped again as Doc's angry voice tore out of Jason's COM.
"Fuck!" I thought... and the doors on the lift opened.
"Well.. what's done is done. It is what it is. Accept it, learn from it, and move on." I said matter-of-factly and drug Jason into the lift. Hitting the '20' button I felt our assent wisk me to my most assured ass reaming bitch fit of epoch proportions. Yeeee Haaaaaaww! I guess I could always just dump him here and bolt. Nahh.. that wouldn't work. Jason needs medical attention. Come to think of it.... I'm not feeling quite right either. I hear me, but I don't sound like me at all! What the fuck!
I punched the button a few more times knowing that it was only my stress I was relieving and not that it would make us go any quicker. A futile gesture I would never have performed before. Ohhh helll yeah... something was not right.
The doors opened and I passed a very satisfied blue eyed sweaty Nurse at the monitoring station on the way to Doc's office.
The door opened as soon as I got past the nurse and through the door, sat an extremely pissed off and sweaty Doc.
"Get your ass in here right NOW!" he hissed. I drug Jason with me his arm swung over my shoulder as we stumbled toward the door.
"Wait... wait... ", Doc stood and came around the desk to assist me. "Chris... prep a bed for Dusty STAT."
Squinty eyed he glanced in my direction and spit the words at me, "You... wait for me in my office."
With that I shuffled Jason off of me and onto Doc and trudged into his office. Damn I was tired. I slid down into one of his recliners a bit harder and heavier than I meant to, which made the world swim with a bounce and everything went black.
Per suggestions from others, and a bit of work, I have re-written the entire story. Much of it is the same and the changes were cosmetic. I have also added some more depth to beginning characters and added a few other things. The chapters are for the most part longer and I have corrected some continuity problems. I know that I have much to learn as a writer, and would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism regarding this story. Please contact me at gaywriter72@yahoo.com with suggestions and criticisms. Thanks!