I'm Not Dying!
By Darne Moon.
I'm not dying! is an adventure tale that contains graphic sexual content between men. If you are not permitted to read such content please refrain from reading any further. I currently don't have an editor, and do have dyslexia so please be patient with grammatical mistakes etc. This is the first time I've written anything of this magnitude in this genre. If you enjoy this chapter please let me know at darnemoon@gmail.com, and I'm always interested in constructive criticism comments and ideas.
I've also got a Yahoo Group, with all sorts of stuff about I'm Not Dying. You can find it at: http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/im_not_dead/ I am currently trying to post one chapter ahead than what's on Nifty, and from now on all side and background stories to the characters will be exclusive to the group. Hopefully you enjoy the series enough to see you there :D
Darne x
Chapter 8
"IAN!" I bellow my voice cracking with fear and panic, tears pouring down my face, "IAN!". I find myself touching Carol's face. What have I done! What have I done! I can barely think when Ian appears at the door.
"What happened?" He asks
"I don't know, I don't know what came over me!" I say through desperate sobs. Ian checks her pulse and breathing.
"She's fine Alex, she's just unconscious. She's still alive, Alex, she's going to be all right"
"But the blood! The blood"
"She'll be fine. An ambulance is on the way she'll be fine"
"The others, what are the others doing? Oh god what have I done!" I collapse onto my bum and lean against the wall, inches away from me the remains of the TV lie in a mess. Hysteria floods through me. "I attacked LEE!" I wail desperately looking into Ian's warm dark eyes. I'm shaking again in panic and fear. He steps over the unconscious Carol and sits beside me placing his arm around my shoulders and pulling my head onto his shoulder.
"He was threatening you, you were defending yourself, there are enough witnesses" I cry into his shoulder, "you know, I'm sorry" he says gently.
"For what?" I ask slowly gradually gaining control of my emotions.
"For the way I spoke to you earlier, it was... wrong" he says stroking my face with his other hand. I smile at him and he kisses me, "I love you you fool I just didn't expect it that's all. I suppose we all have skeletons in our closets" He hugs me and I suddenly feel safe.
"Yeah, I have some fucking weird skeletons" I chuckle, strange how in such a desperate situation we all can find some kind of humour. Carol murmurs on the fool and Ian instantly hops up.
"Carol? Carol? Can you hear me?" He asks slowly,
"Oh my fucking head" She mutters groggily.
"Don't move Carol, wait until the ambulance gets here"
"Urgh... who are you" she asks slowly trying to focus on Ian's face.
"Oh my fucking god!" I panic getting up to my feet I start to pace the floor.
"I'm Ian, Alex's boyfriend"
"Oh the nurse!" Carol says with a smile, "Where's Izzy is she alright?" she tries to get onto her elbows but Ian gently pushes her back to the floor.
"Yes Carol Izzy is fine. Please don't move" In the distance the sirens can be heard approaching and Wendy appears at the doorway to the bedroom.
"Alex can I have a word" I nod and follow her into the bathroom she closes the door behind me and sits on the toilet, "Alex what are you going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"You just attacked someone, and hurt Carol. The police are going to be asking questions, Rachel will tell them you attacked Lee, you will get arrested"
"I was defending myself you saw him you all saw him"
"Yes you were sort of, but that's not how the police will look at it and you can bet your bottom dollar that Lee certainly won't. He'll press charges" She says, her face is a strange mix of concern and disappointment.
"But I was defending myself you saw that, dad saw it, Ian everyone saw it they can't lie he was threatening me"
"But he didn't actually hurt you"
"I bet I'll have a fucking bruise where he was poking me!" I state angrily.
"Alex you broke his finger and nose. Then you virtually blew the room up!" Wendy states matter-of-factly. She's right I'm in deep, very deep shit. I sigh and sit on the edge of the bath.
"They're going to lock me up arn't they, just like mum" guilt racked through me I can't believe I am in this situation. I'm just as dangerous as those terrorists. Then it happened again. The sudden pain, the blistering headache, the burning in my eyes. Images after image flooded before my eyes. I see myself sat in grim grey room. A man in a black suit sat opposite talking to me. I don't know what he's saying but I'm nodding slowly, I'm neither angry nor happy, just indifferent. I gasp, and I'm back in the bathroom with Wendy.
"What did you see?"
"I go with it. Let them press charges, something is going to happen" I say with a strange urge of determination. I stand, Wendy watching me curiously and I leave the room. The sirens have stopped, in my mum's room are two paramedics talking with Carol. Below I can hear questions being asked and a hysterical Rachel screaming back nonsensical answers. Calmly I walk down the stairs, at the base stands Ian and my dad. They watch me as I descend.
"There he is, he's the bastard that raped and attacked my boyfriend"
The tall brutish looking police man turns to me. He holds in his hand his electronic note pad.
"Is this true?" He asks me. I grin, possibly a bad idea, but I can't help but laugh at the idiocy of our police force sometimes.
"Of course it isn't" I respond.
"LIAR!" Rachel screams
"Rachel please your not helping" Becky pleads whilst holding her hand.
"Did you attack this man?" The police man asks me pointing at Lee.
"It was self defence"
"And have you ever had sexual intercourse with him"
"Yes" I answer dead pan. Rachel growls angrily. The police man glances at Rachel then back at me.
"Would you care to come down to the station sir to answer further questions?"
"I will" I answer and I am escorted out of the building and into a squad car. In the corner of my eye I see Wendy appearing on the staircase on her mobile phone. Minutes later other police vehicles arrive. In a matter of moments the quiet serenity of Afondiwedd is destroyed as I am whisked away to a police station. A tight knot forms in the pit of my belly, yet I remain as calm as possible. The two policemen say nothing to me they just talk amongst themselves and on their radios. Rape... the bastard, and what of Carol. All fear melted away as my thoughts came to Carol and Ian. Waves of guilt crashed over my bedrock of anger and disappointment. I was meant to have the whole weekend with him, and now I am on my way to a police cell.
"Gentlemen how long will this take?" I ask as politely as my maelstrom of emotions will allow.
"As long as it needs to, these are quite serious allegations" I lean back into the seat and cross my arms. I'd never been in a police car before. It's exactly what I imagined. We pull into the underground car park and loading bay beneath the Diddbach police station. They open the door for me and I step out with one police man in front and another behind I am escorted into an elevator which takes us directly to the main lobby of the police station. It's a typical modern building, cold, sterile, emotionless. Every face bore little or no emotion as if the nature of the building had sapped the life force out of everyone. Surprisingly I'm not booked in, and I'm escorted directly into a small interview room. All the crime television series are quite accurate about these rooms. Empty but for a table and some chairs and a small CCTV camera hangs in the corner.
"Please take a seat Mr Moon, someone will be with you shortly" An officer instructs. I offer no protest and do as instructed. I am left alone in this bleak windowless room. I'm surprised not to see a two way mirror adorning the wall opposite me. Maybe the shows haven't got everything exactly right. But then this is a small police station by modern standards, and the usual crime in these parts wouldn't normally require such equipment. I don't suppose grand theft sheep is such a major crime these days.
"Alex don't say a word their watching you" I look up towards the door and there is the ghostly visage of Mrs Wrinklethought. I nod slowly to indicate I understand. "There will be two of my colleagues arriving shortly. Do as they instruct. We will sort this whole thing out don't worry" I nod slightly once more. This is all getting very strange. I sigh out loudly as Mrs Wrinklethought vanishes. Someone enters the room, dressed in a plain black suit, his North Wales Constabulary badge pinned to his breast pocket.
"Hello Mr Moon. I am Detective Rowland. How are you?"
"All things considered I'm OK"
"There have been some serious allegations made against you. It says here you attacked a Mr Lee Stephenson after he accused you of raping him, is this true"
"No, it was self defence and the sex was consensual on all counts" I reply. I fix Detective Rowland with a firm gaze. He looks back down at the papers, "it says here there are two eye witnesses claiming you attack Mr Stephenson"
"I'm sure there are other witnesses that say the contrary. Lee was threatening me. He insulted me then he physically harassed me"
"And you broke his finger"
"I used appropriate force. I don't see how this is helping the situation Detective Rowland. You say one thing I say the other, I have witnesses that are saying the opposite to what two witnesses are saying. This is surely going around in circles" I point out. I'm beginning to think my mouth might become my enemy here so I decide to not say much more.
"There is one person yet to make a statement. She is currently being treated in hospital for concussion. Can you tell me how she sustained that injury?"
"No I cant remember just yet" I say, now I'm worried but try to hide it deep down. The detective pauses for a moment to write something down on an electronic notepad.
"I see. Would you say that you were the cause of the incident?" There comes a knock on the door and two more men in suits enter. One is carrying a steel briefcase.
"Detective we will take it from here" One says with a very authoritative tone. Detective Rowland looks up at the new comers, a confused expression flashes across his face. "And you are?" he asks.
"We are from Inscope" the man presents an ID and the detective takes it.
"I've never heard of you" the detective states blankly. He looks down at his notepad and places it on the table. I try to discreetly glance at the screen. I see nothing.
"We operate a number of facilities, Mr Moon is one of our patients. We have the appropriate documentation" the man reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a brown envelope and hands it to the detective. Rowland opens it and glances over the paperwork. A look of anger flashes across his face before he stands.
"Very well" he concedes and makes to vacate the room. He pauses for a moment studying the men's faces and leaves.
"Mr Wrath" the first man says to the other and the door is closed. The two men sit at the table before me, placing the metal brief case down. The man who spoke to the detective looks at me with a warm smile. "Mr Moon, we finally meet!"
"Who are you?" I demand, but the man raises a hand to silence me. He looks at Mr Wrath who silently turns and looks at the CCTV camera, a moment later the little red light that indicates its on blinks off.
"I am Mr Rash, and this is Mr Wrath. I know ludicrous isn't it. We are from Inscope. Mrs Wrinklethought instructed us of the situation and we have come to clear this whole thing up for you" His smile is almost sickening. I study him a moment, his eyes are grey and cold, his skin shallow in colour almost translucent to a degree. His hair is blonde and slicked back. He looks like a bad CIA extra in a B movie. He clearly loves what ever his job is. Mr Wrath however is very different, built and muscular, he almost looks ridiculous in a suit his neck filling his white collar so much it appears to be ready to pop off.
"Who are Inscope?"
"We are a company of people who on the most part are much like yourself. We want to help you, and indeed we will on one proviso" I lean back in my chair. They mentioned facilities moments ago. I think I know where this is leading, "we would like to conduct a number of simple tests on you Mr Moon that is all"
"What kind of tests?"
"A few blood tests, some scans nothing to invasive. It will take a number of days but afterwards you will be free to go. We would also like to offer you a position within our organization" I nod slowly. Do I trust these people I ask myself. Do I want to trust them.
"I still don't know what you do... as a company"
"Much like what Mrs Wrinklethought does. However we operate in many different fields of work not just the marketing sector. You have no obligation to join us, you will have time to consider it" he looks at me warmly. I fix him back with a steely gaze. "Oh yes and Mrs Wrinklethought sends you this" Mr Rash reaches into the briefcase and produces an exact replica of my teapot. I can't help but smile. "You see Mr Moon we want to help you and your friends. We will make all this" he gestures to the room, "go away"
"Will I see my friends and family"
"Of course you will" he says, his voice dripping assurance. Do I trust them. "After the tests"
"Very well, I will come with you and do these tests. But I want to know more about this Inscope before I sign anything!" I instruct with a sigh. I've either saved my bones or just done the most foolish thing in my life. I've never wanted to see the future more so than right now.
"Excellent!" Mr Rash beams, "we have a helicopter waiting for us right now. Please if you would put these on, their for your own safety" Mr Wrath produces a pair of gloves, the kind you would wear for motorcycling except for a few differences. The tips of the fingers are capped with steel and around the wrist is a linkage system with a strange dial and a green glowing button. Cautiously I put them on. Instantly the green button changes red and the linkage system winds tight around my wrists.
"What the fuck!" I declare.
"They are merely to stop any further... unwanted discharges" Mr Rash explains, "Come please, the time is of the present" Both men stand abruptly, as do I. Things are getting weirder and weirder in my life I summarize. I am escorted out of the room in a similar fashion to how I was escorted in, Mr Rash before me and the hulking mass of Mr Wrath behind. On the roof is a large black helicopter, a sort of blend between a military and commercial model with the words INSCOPE printed on the side in silver. As we approach a door slides open and the propellers start to rotate. Today is a day of firsts I think, first a police car now a helicopter, what's next a spaceship.
Mr Rash points me to a seat and I strap myself in. Mr Wrath sits behind me. Mr Rash clambers into the front next to the pilot. The door slides shut. The thudding noise of the propellers are nearly deafening when Mr Rash turns in his seat and shouts to me.
"I'm sorry Mr Moon, but this wont hurt a bit" I feel a sudden prick in my neck I manage to turn as things begin to grow fuzzy. Mr Wrath is removing from my neck something that resembles a pen, a small needle vanishes into the base. Then everything went black.
The black eye continues its onward march the animals following behind. Their order unchanged. In the distance the Bull, Kuala and Snake make their slow advance. From the surrounding darkness scores of silhouettes gather, tall and menacing the stare down upon the small procession with scorn and hate. Yet the eye ploughs on, it's determination now set. It knows that freedom from this tyranny is not far, yet the hardest struggle is yet to come. Above huge flashes of blood red lightening crackle and burn their way through the dreadful black mist, and booms of thunder that makes the very earth shake rattle the skies. Occasionally an silhouettes tries to reach out and take one of their number, but the monkey and the Lion fend them off with fierce attack. The enemies are gathering. The Eye thinks, it will soon be time to fight.
Coldness is the first thing I feel, coldness and the overwhelming sensation of nakedness. I can't move, strapped down it seems. My vision is still blurred but I can see huge orbs of light before me. In the background the air clicks and whirls. There is the noise of a drill and a pressure on my left arm. "Shit he's awake" I hear someone say. There is another clicking noise and everything goes black once more.
"Is he awake?" says a familiar female voice.
"Coming round" My vision is slowly returning. I'm lain out on a bed, but my arms and legs are restricted. All I can see is white, then two darker blobs that gradually become heads. "Yes, he's nearly with us now, I'll leave it to you Doctor Barkley" continues the second voice.
"Hello Alex" says the voice I know. My vision is still blurry but I can see she is leaning over me, face close to mine. I can see her brown hair piled on top of her head in a tight bun. Her oval eyes. Clear blue. Her bright red painted lips. The subtle scent of honeysuckle.
"Emily?" I ask cautiously. She's checking something I can tell, be it the straps holding me to the bed or some other piece of medical equipment I don't know just yet.
"Yes that's right" She says. Emily was an old friend, we had studied together, she had gone off to university the same time I had gone to Newcastle. We had been very close but as ever time had been a great separator. She had gone off to study in the sciences, but had gone to work for some financial company after she passed her degree to pay off her education loans. Or so I thought.
"But your..."
"Got my degree? Got Married? A Mother? Working? Oh yes all of those things. Not that you cared" She states quite nonchalantly.
"Emily, I don't... what's going..." I barely have strength to form words let alone sentences. I feel like I've been sapped of all but a drop of life and I am just a husk with basic functions.
"Quite funny really" Emily continues, "you were once the epicentre of so" she draws the word so out for to long, "many people. Then you just vanished. Not a word, no letter, email or even a simple phone call. Just poof" she smiles at me as she jabs another needle into an arm, "your gone"
"Emily please" I stutter through the pain. "Ian? Carol?"
"Oh I don't know who they are, but I do know we were the best of friends you and I" she continued ignoring my plight. She had a serious expression, one formed from pent up anger, bitterness and betrayal. She was focused intently on what ever she was doing to me her face mere inches from my body. "brilliant friends, my family helped you so much during your parents divorce. A roof, a shoulder, a meal, all of it because it was you! They loved you like the son they didn't have. Then without a word you left. Gone in a flash. Not a phone call, or a visit, not even a text message. But that didn't matter did it Alex. No not to the amazing Alex no I bet you had lots of friends where ever you were. Lots and lots so you didn't have to think about those you left behind!" She looks at me, a broad smile on her face, "All done now! Nighty night" She presses a button on the wall. I go dizzy before it all goes black once more.
The third time I gain consciousness its much faster. My vision is restored in mere seconds. I'm standing or so it seemed at first but I was strapped to a near vertical bed, my feet resting on a cold metal plate my arms wrists, head chest thighs and legs were tightly bound to the bed by leather straps. I am in a large round white room, the wall of which in front of me is entirely glass. I can see Mr Rash, Mr Wrath, a number of other men in suits, a couple of doctors at computers and Emily. Standing like a pillar arms folded her face stern and focused. They are all speaking whilst watching me. I can't hear what their saying. I try to move but quickly realise its no good.
A few minutes later they seemed satisfied I'm terrorised and awake enough to talk to me. "Hello Alex" Mr Rash says speaking into a microphone. His voice echoes loudly in my white chamber, "You will be pleased to know this is the final test. You've been doing very well" He is speaking to me like I am a child. Each word slow and accurately pronounced with a broad fake grin plastered across his face. "I'm afraid however, that for this test you need to be conscious. It might hurt a little bit"
Fear erupts in my belly. Anyone who says to you, this might hurt a bit, means one or two things, its going to virtually kill you, or feel like angels bathing you in petals and rose water. There is never a happy medium. "Now dont panic Alex, this will be over in an hour or so" Says Emily. Before pressing a button on some console. Shutters drop in front of the glass, what metal they are exactly I couldn't tell but they looked thick. What the hell am I being exposed to that they cant. The light dims. From the ceiling a strange series of armatures lower. The mechanisms whirl and whir as they line up into place before me. It falls silent for a second or two. Orange warning lights begin to flash and rotate from the centres of the walls and a count down begins. The armature begins a slow rotation around me. My heart is thumping in my chest. It feels like it may burst from my chest. I try to close my eyes but can't. Then it begins. It feels like heat beginning in the core of my body. It's quite pleasant at first, like the soft warmth of a cup of tea inside your stomach. But it increases.
Then my right shoulder begins to hurt, and my left fore arm burn. It's like I'm being cooked from the inside. As if I'm in some giant microwave. When the headache starts it nearly knocks me for six, but it ebbs away, before gradually building once more. My teeth are tightly clenched to fight the pain but does little. The sensation in my belly is swelling, rapidly expanding. I feel like I might explode. I scream out in shear agony. My shoulder begins to throb. I can feel blood pumping through my veins swelling veins. My forearm itches and burns. The pain is tormenting. I cry and sweat and fight against the straps but nothing helps. My tears cascade to the floor as I sob in my bonds. The only noises I hear is the clicking and whirring of the machine, and the soft echoes of my misery. Every inch of my body feels like its on fire. But I have accepted the pain I can do nothing and strapped to this bed as the machine twists and clicks I accept what ever fate throws at me.
For what felt like an agonizing eternity I remained in that room. Occasionally the memory still comes back to haunt me. It was not the pain that scares me now, but the acceptance I had for my situation. How easily I was broken. In the end though, the machine did stop, and like so many other times since entering the care of Mr Wrath and Mr Rash I was rendered unconscious via another injection. I wondered for a while if I was ever going to be able to sleep again without the need of a tranquillizer. As I awoke this time I found myself lying on a soft warm bed in an enormous luxurious room. My clothes cleaned, pressed and neatly folded over a clothes horse stood near an open doorway that lead to a palatial en-suite bathroom. I slipped out of the silken sheets I was naked but I felt amazing. Unlike anything other sensation I had ever had. Each muscle seemed firm, each flaw in my skin vanished. I felt like I was new, and there was something new. Upon my left wrist a small metallic disk protruded from the skin. Its screen was black with white digits upon it. I assumed it was the time. They built a clock into my arm! THEY BUILT A CLOCK INTO MY ARM! I begin to freak out. They've turned me into a bomb the bastards! I grasp at the metal and tug and twist. Nothing happens, it doesn't even hurt.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Says Mr Rash from the corner of the room where he had been sat reading.
"Why what will it do" I say turning on him, still naked but I didn't care.
"Nothing actually your just wasting your time" He smiles and returns to his book, "Get washed and dressed we can talk a bit more later. Breakfast will soon be ready" I nod, I don't see any point in disagreeing. There are two reasons for this, firstly I'm naked and OK that's not the worst thing in the world, but most importantly I'm naked, just woken up after god knows how many days, and the urge to have a wank is growingly desperate. As I walk to the bathroom I begin to pop a hard on, even with Mr Rash in the room probably watching me from behind. That thought didn't help. Mr Rash is not an attractive man, but the idea of someone, anyone watching me naked oddly turns me on. I grab my clothes and shut the door twisting the mechanism to lock.
The bathroom is enormous, the walls, floor and ceiling tiled in white and blue marble, a large arched misted window adorned with white curtains draped about it dominated the far wall. A huge mirror framed in silver adorned the far wall where a sink the size of a bath sat beneath it. But the dominating feature was a huge glass bowl that doubled as both shower basin and bath. Hanging above it a huge square shower head hung and rising from the floor a collection of taps and mixers hung over the side of the glass bath. I placed my clothes upon a chair near the mirror and stepped into the bath. I studied the taps a moment and after a few false starts a cascade of beautifully hot water fell on me. It caressed my skin, like hot fingers. I washed my hair first relishing the sensation of the suds. I was still hard and as I washed my body my dick begged for attention. I spent some time cleaning my private parts, enjoying the sensation of the soap against my skin. I reached around and washed my buttocks and my fingers probing and teasing my hole. I love playing with myself in the shower, and right now my mind was occupied with one thing. I needed to cum and cum badly.
I gripped the base of my phallus and stroked upwards, my fingers expertly altering around the contours of my penis. I went slowly at first one hand toying with my ass the other rubbing my cock. The hot water cascading over my body. I pictured Ian gently parting my ass cheeks and beginning to rim me. The image was a powerful one, and one I would often recall during my moments of self serving. Next he's kissing my neck and I sigh with the sensation of my own ministrations and the imagined sensation of him naked pressed against me. My finger probes a little deeper inside myself. Fingering myself is not a common practice of mine however right now I wanted to have a power orgasm and there's only a few ways of doing that, and Ian isn't here right now. My finger explores deeper inside of me. I tighten my grip on my dick and tug harder. I groan a little more however I am aware of Mr Rash outside and I try to stifle my noise. In my mind Ian begins to suck on my nuts. Licking his way around the weighty globes smiling at me as he does. I tug harder whilst forcing my finger deeper inside my self. I find my prostrate and I squirm as my finger brushes against it. A strong burst of pleasure rockets through me. As I pull on my dick I thrust my fingers in and out of my arse. Pushing with all my might against my prostrate, forcing the orgasm to build, and build it does. I feel the tingling deep in my groin. I gasp as I feel my nuts tighten against my body ready to deliver what I so desperately want. I force my fingers in harder for a final time. My dick spasms in my hand the head swelling enormously, its red and purple colour looking angry against the pale marble and glass that surrounds me. Waves of pleasurable paralysing sensations crash through me as a thick long jet of hot cum spurts from out of me. I groan with deep satisfaction as another thick jet erupts forth, and another and another. I am panting and gasping as yet more spurts shoot across the bath landing in the water, glinting like pearls before they vanish down the drain. My legs shake and my nuts ache as the final dying jets trickle from my dick head. I sigh satisfied.
I finish my shower moments later after rubbing myself down with pepper scented body wash. I turn the shower off and step out of the bath reaching for one of the enormous plush towels that hang upon a heated towel rack. My skin tingles and body flushed from the heat of the water and the intense orgasm. I smile at myself in the mirror.
I quickly dress and re enter the bedroom to find Mr Rash has vacated it. However to my left the huge double doors are swung open. Their enormous doors narrow but immensely tall. I wander into the next room. It's just as ornate as the bedroom. In the far left a huge window rises exposing a fantastic view of mountains and valleys untainted by modernity. In the heart of the room a large round table dominates upon it mountains of fruit, about which are clustered silver domes. Mr Rash is sat at the table now reading a newspaper. And there is Ian. Sat casually next to Mr Rash talking with Emily. As I enter he looks at me and smiles broadly. Emily notices Ian's distraction and follows his gaze to me. Her face is expression free just indifference. Mr Rash looks at me over the top of his newspaper.
"Mr Moon. I hope you find the facilities to your liking"
"Oh yeah!" I reply enthusiastically. I approach the table and lift one of the silver domes revealing rolled crepes oozing luscious chocolate.
"We didn't know what you prefered so you have everything" Mr Rash informs folding up his paper and placing it upon the table.
"I'm starving!" I declare my huger suddenly sparked by the sight of so much food.
"So you should you haven't eaten in four days" Emily states coldly. She turns her attention to a large arch-lever file beside her. "Sit down Alex we have much to discuss"
"Indeed" concedes Mr Rash with another sickening smile, "you prove yourself quite the interesting subject!"
"Subject, or laboratory rat?" I ask, I may be overwhelmed by my current surroundings but the memory of my last "test" is still raw.
"Well... thats"
"The tests are significant and important, a little pain is nothing to the importance of our work" Emily intones, "Sit, eat and I will explain what we've discovered" I nod. We were once very close Emily and I. I was well and truly comfortable about my sexuality when I met her, but I always thought had I not been gay she would be the type of woman I would marry. She is firm, intelligent, and a powerful woman with a caring and soft side that only few see. Her attitude towards me now, is obvious devoid of the latter. She smiles weakly at me as I take a seat at the enormous table and begin lifting one dome then another. I pile a plate greedily with an assortment of breakfast goodies, sugary waffles coated in syrup. Piles of candied fruits and a mountain of crepe's filled a variety of sweet fillings. I gather a bowl of muesli mixed with currants and dried banana and pour myself a steaming cup of tea. My appetite is insatiable. As I watch the mountain of food grow before me, I wonder if my eyes are larger than my stomach, but who the fuck cares. I dig in.
"You may remember the time of infection" Emily begins, "it was nearly five months ago" I nod in agreement as I spoon another big mouthful of muesli into my mouth. "Normally at this point of infection your abilities should be quite weak, however you have experienced a number of more profound moments not common to someone at your stage. The most recent you suffered was in your mothers bedroom where you discharged a huge amount of raw energy as a natural defence mechanism" Emily looks at me sternly. Her face a contortion of emotions, one of professionalism the others, bitterness and betrayal. Her lips pursed. "You defy all our research Alex. You do not fit within the five phases"
"What Dr Barkley is trying to say" Mr Rash interrupts, I turn to face him, I'm currently devouring an orange. God it tastes so good, I've not tasted an orange so good, "that you are quite the remarkable host for our alien friends" I nod slowly, "and we have begun a treatment that you and the Gifter's seem to respond to very well".
"We have encouraged their growth so much so that you are now nearing the end of phase two. We hope within the next year to complete the treatment and you will be quite comfortably in phase five"
"What is this treatment?" Ian asks, speaking for the first time. I smile at him not that its visible through the thick slice of melon I am now inhaling.
"Alex has already experienced one session already, it is not pleasant however its benefits are enormous"
"You mean the giant microwave you had me in" I declare angrily swallowing my food. Ian glances between Mr Rash and Emily. "I'm not going in that again!"
"But you must!" Emily protests, "The treatment has been started we must complete the process"
"That wasn't apart of the deal" I state to Mr Rash. He smiles that sickening grin he has whilst arching his fingers before himself.
"Alex please understand it from our point of view. We save you from the police, we clear up a very big mess you made for yourself, we offer you a handsome salary, and in return all we ask for is to do a few simple tests on you every now and again. But if you don't want to..." Mr Rash stands up and walks across the large room towards the window, ", cooperate... I'll be forced to reconsider my high opinion of you, and I'm not certain I could keep the things Emily told me about your youth quiet. I'm sure the police would be very interested in hearing about some of the things you got up to" I look at Emily whose expression does not change, she merely leans against the back of the chair, "especially in light of the recent rape accusations"
"Are you blackmailing me Mr Rash?"
"Not at all Alex. Consider our proposal: allow us to continue treatment and teach you how to control your abilities and on top of all of that you will be financially rewarded. You have one hour to decide" Mr Rash turns from his vantage by the window and marches out of the room, "Come Dr Barkley" Emily rose from her seat in silence and followed Mr Rash out.
"Ian before you ask I have no idea what Emily has said to him. I've have never done anything wrong I swear!" I plead. But I needn't for some reason Ian doesn't seem that concerned. He walks over to me and kneels beside my chair kissing me on the forehead and running his hand down my cheek.
"I'm just glad your all right!" he says.
"How is everyone, what's been happening, how long have I been here, how is Carol, have the police dropped the charges?"
"Whoa there horsey" He says with a cheeky grin. "Carol is fine they discharged her two stitches that's all, she has mild concussion but nothing to be concerned about. Your dad and Wendy are fine they're concerned about you. Lee has dropped the charges. It seems he was visited by one of your friends" Ian gestures to the room around us, he means the Inscope people, whether their my friends I haven't decided yet. "Rachel has similarly shut up and has gone to Europe with her mother. Everyone else seems to have forgotten about it don't care. The house has been fixed back up like nothing had ever happened. Even the squeak on the bathroom door has gone. Carol asked me to tell you as well, the replacement teapot has arrived" I smile and grasp Ian's hand, "So Carol is all right, I mean she's all right with me not angry that I nearly killed her"
"You were along way off from killing her Alex and I think she's forgiven you because its given her more time off from work" I laugh, she'll probably be flinging herself off high things as we speak if she can get more time off for it.
"So what should I do?" I ask looking deep into Ian's eyes. He smiles before looking out the window. He stands and retraces Mr Rash's steps.
"That's your decision, but think about it carefully. What did they first ask of you, what is the difference between then and now, and in the future are they likely to demand more?" He says, oddly sounding like its a little rehearsed. I pat my pockets looking for a cigarette. Guessing what I want Ian chucks me a packet and then a lighter. Hungrily I tear open the plastic wrapper and pull free the foil and a cigarette. Lighting up I get that warm burning sensation I so enjoy. After a pause he continues, "however I do think it would be slightly foolish to walk away from all this. You will still have your freedom and the chance to understand those things living inside of you, and judging from the looks of this... you wouldn't have to worry about money for a while" he grins at me. I have to admit I do kind of agree with him. I would be a complete fool to ignore all the benefits, but could I really go through that microwave test again. I jab my fork at a melon rind as I inhale and exhale. A good smoke helps me think.
I watch Ian as I mull over my dilemma. He's staring out the window at the rolling landscape. "Where are we?"
"Pembrokeshire, near the old oil refinery" Ian informs, "you can just see it in the distance" He points to somewhere outside my point of vision.
"How did you get here?"
"They came for me, told me you were with them and that you wanted to see me. Naturally I came straight away, we had been told that you had been taken into the custody of some medical group. We were all really confused and worried about you. When I got here they explained what had happened" I nod slowly to his words. How odd that they would go to Ian and not my father, but then they were right I would have rather seen Ian than my father, however selfish that sounds. I look around myself. I theorize to myself: If I say yes, money wouldn't be a problem, however I would would have to suffer excruciating pain on occasion however I feel pretty fucking fantastic now. If I say no, I wouldn't have to under go the treatment but they will more than likely make life difficult for me. I could always go to the press or the government, but then who would believe me. The way I see it right now, I don't really have a choice, but I'm not going to go willingly. I stand up and stroll over to Ian. He smiles as I approach. When I'm a few feet away I charge and give him a bear hug.
"Kiss me you dick!" I demand and he does. When our kiss ends I look out the window at the amazing view. The rolling fields pocked by the occasional tree or building. We're quite high up I notice. Must be on a hill or a mountain side. "I don't think I've got much of a choice you know... I might have to suffer this after all" I gesture to the view and the room in general. Ian's hand wanders into my back pocket and gropes my arse. With his other hand he leads one of mine towards the bulge in his pants. I gripped his hard dick. I growl at him. "If I had know you were here I wouldn't of had a wank in the shower!" I declare my voice like gravel.
"I thought you did" He says with a dirty smile, "I could tell by your expression! Did you think of me?" I begin to rub his inflamed cock through his pants.
"Of course" I whisper seductively, "Want to know what you did?" He nods slowly with a childish grin, "First you got down on your knees, then you parted my cheeks and ate my ass. Then you sucked on my nuts for ages" I draw each word out and mutter as sexily as I could whilst I rubbed his dick through his pants, "but what I really wanted was for you to fuck me. Hard. Deep. And to fill me full of your fuck" I grin at him as he sighs, my ministrations pleasing him. "I wanted to beg you to cum inside me. I wanted you to fill me with your cum" my rhythmic rubbing of his crotch increased. "I wanted to hear you grunt as you fucked me with every inch of your, long, hard dick" Ian's eyes were now closed as I whispered in his ear. I pressed my body against his my hand still firmly grasping his manhood. "I want you" I continue, "I want your sexy naked body against mine"
"Oh christ" he mutters, "Alex if you keep going I'm going to cum"
"Great" I say as I sink my my knees, my hand deftly undoing his fly, "cum for me" His hard dick flops out of his pants, bobbing and swelling demanding attention. I lick the oozing tip then I gently suck upon the slit my tongue probing a little hungrily hunting out the precum. Above me Ian groans as he thrusts my head onto his dick nearly gagging me. I quickly adjust to his member and begin bobbing sucking strongly on his dick. "Oh god yeah" Ian pants. "I want to fuck you right now" he demands I look up at him and try to frown as best I can with a dick in my mouth. I double my efforts trying to bring him to orgasm. It's not that I don't want Ian to fuck me, I really do, but I have other pressing matters to deal with. When we get home and I've checked on Carol thats a different matter. My ass is his slave then.
After the few months Ian and I had been together I had learned how to please him best. A wandering hand found its way to his arse. I grabbed the luscious firm globes of flesh as best I could through his jeans. I forced his dick in and out of my mouth sucking as hard as I could. My other hand was gently toying with his bollocks. Above me Ian's free hand was teasing his own nipple, his other rested on the back of my head. I love watching him play with his own body like this. But it does make me wish I had more hands, I would enjoy it a whole lot more if I was doing it.
"Yeah" he gasps as he begins to pound my mouth. It hurts slightly, my throat not totally capable of taking this kind of probing. I choke occasionally but I try and relax allowing him complete dominance over my mouth. "Urgh, ahh" he groans as I feel a quiver shoot up through his body. Seconds later the back of my throat is coated with streams of hot fresh cum. In fact he pumps my mouth full of so much man juice I struggle to swallow it and it begins to dribble out the side of my mouth. Eventually he seems to stop and he withdraws his phallus from my mouth and I smile up at his a blob of cum threatening to drop from my chin. He wipes it up with a finger and feeds it back to me.
"Tasty" I declare climbing to my feet. Ian smiles warmly at me.
"Go wash up, I'll try and find Mr Rash" I nod and toddle off to the bathroom, Ian's watching me go so I try to shake my butt as sexily as I can for him. I don't think it works, he just laughs as he heads off to find Mr Rash.
Moments later Emily, Mr Rash and Ian re-enter the main room, as I walk back from the bathroom wiping my face with a towel.
"Mr Rash" I declare loudly and happily, "I think I will accept" I pause a second watching the slight change in the emotionless expression of Emily and a the huge beaming smile blooming on Mr Rash, "with some proviso's"