Sk8r Dreams
Reaver Reaver27@hotmail.com ICQ- 52121624 Older parts can be found at nifty archive gay sf-fantasy section ( www.nifty.org )
Foreward: Don't read this if you're not allowed to by someone or some law....blah blah blah The following story was inspired by Jr Parz's story Master PC. I actually wrote it cos I was bored, plus I was on a bit of medication at the time so it's probably a bit strange. If you are reading this I am begging for comments and suggestion as to what should happen next. I know it's been a while, but I've been busy. I'm trying to finish up the series in a bit, get onto to other things, I'd love it if others took the idea up and used in there own stories. I'd like to thank the author of part 6, which I did sort account for in this story, it didn't have much of an effect as I was half way through this one when his came along, but I love that one. I hope you enjoy my stories.
Reaver.
PART 7 (I spose since part 6 has already been written) _________________
James decided to return Neil to his 13 year old cum junkie form, he liked him that way. Nick had expressed his displeasure about aging Neil, he still felt Neil needed punishment, and he wasn't getting it in his new form. James introduced the ex-jocks to the group, but they weren't staying, but he make sure they visited. As he looked around the collection of skater dudes it occured to him that the place was getting a little crowded now they all lived there. Not that there were too many guys, that could never happen. A lot of room was something he liked though, so some had to go or he had to enlarge the place. He wasn't in the mood for enlarging, so he decided to let some of them go. Now he had an 18 year old they could rent a place. He might send some surplus guys along with the older guy, then he might visit them every now and again to fuck them.
After some thought he decided on a list to stay. Nick, Neil, Jason & Kurt, Ryan, Andre` and Shannon. Good mix of ages and races he thought. He'd leave Aaron in charge of the new group, even though Brad would be older then him. All that was needed now was a place for them to stay. So he went downstairs to make some changes, and made himself a palmtop with Maker on it as an afterthought, just in case a landlord needed some persuading. He grabbed all the guys and they went for a skate around browsing for a new place.
As the whole group skated off into the distance they weren't unnoticed, despite James' efforts a couple of people watched them leave. Patrick and Daniel had been watching the flat for a little while. They weren't really all that interested in the group, but the house itself. They were burglars.
Patrick was a 25 year old, 6' with brown hair and very fair skin. His face was speckled with light blemishes, and altogether he wasn't all that good looking. Daniel wasn't much better, he stunk of stale beer as well. He was 23, shorter and thinner then Patrick coming in at around 5'9, and 80 kilos. His dirty blonde hair wasn't naturally that colour, but out of neglect. He carried a chunky backpack, it made noises as he shifted. They burgled for fun, staking out places for ages, just cos they had nothing better to do with their time. It gave them a bit of extra money, but they were cautious and were select in what they took.
"Bunch of kids, I think that's the lot of em" Patrick stated
"Yeah," Daniel dragged on his cigarette, "See how many?"
"Nah, couldn't really see them clearly for some reason." Patrick squinted as his brain went to work, James' work making it hard to be sure of they even being there, "Four or five maybe mate?"
"If there's anyone left we can deal with them right?" Daniel blew out smoke accidentally into Patrick's face
He spluttered and knock the smoke out of Daniel's hand. "You are a dickhead Danny, those things'll kill you, if I don't get you first." He coughed again, "Watch where you blow the smoke next time, or you'll be doing it from your arse. Let's get a move on." Clumisly they approached the backyard flat.
Once they reached it they decided to go in through the front door. Daniel pulled out a crow bar, and wrenched the door open. Patrick went across the threshold first, and froze...not hearing anything continued into the house. He turned around to talk to his friend.
"Ok do a quick search of this level, I'll go up stairs. Just stick to this level though, and make a note of stuff that is viable." Daniel nodded at the instruction and moved on his way. Patrick headed for the upper level.
About 15 minutes later they meet in the tv room. Patrick had searched the gym/skate room and found that there was nothing of much interest there they could get out easily. Daniel had found the ground a bit more yielding, with the tv, stereo, and so forth. He'd found the door to the basement, but had decided to wait for Patrick.
"Well that was fucking useless, who are these guys?" Patrick made a gesture up, "There's a sort of rec centre up there."
"Nice stuff down here," Daniel gave Patrick a list he'd made. "I think there is some sort of basement through that door, there are step. I thought I'd wait." He took another look around, "Oh and there aren't any bedrooms in here, not anything obvious anyway, must be some sort of giant games room place for the local kids or something."
"Don't make too many assumptions air head, you might cauase yourself a seizure. Yeah, well we'll have a look downstairs." He headed to the door, and made his way down.
At the bottom of the steps they opened another door onto a darkened room. The stepped in, there was a pause. Their feet sank in the plush carpet as they searched for a light switch. The light revealed James's large room. His bed a mess, churned up from sex the night before. The duo had no idea what had been going on to cause the mess, there weren't any cum stains to give them clues, James had Maker run a subroutine to clean stains up. They noted the computer, large bed, three doors (newly added by James the morning before to deal with the new permanent crowd), an even larger stereo and cd collection then upstairs.
"Shit, now this place is complete." Daniel exclaimed. He raced over to check the doors, he discovered one was an ensuite, another was a huge walk in wardrobe, the other was locked. He was about to jimmy it open when Patrick stopped him.
"Don't bother opening it Dan. We've got more then enough stuff here, I don't want to have to decide between more stuff as it is."
"Can we take the computer, it looks hell powerful." He moved over to it.
"Hey if you can carry it upstairs by yourself sure." Patrick had decided that besides the cd collection there wasn't anything here he could be bothered carring upstairs, expecially when there was stuff on the floor above. He decided to check out the computer though, it could be interesting.
Daniel sat down in front of the monitor, Patrick rested on the tower. "Let's start her up, hmmmm hasn't got a brand name on it, must be a backyard job." He reached out and pushed the power button, which turned out to be a mistake.
Now James was protective of his computer, he had always been, but expecially now he had Maker. The rest of his stuff didn't matter, cos he could always make more. If someone used Maker though he knew it could be really bad, he just played around but if someone serious got their hands on it who knows what could happen. He had programmed his boys to stay away from it anyways, but he knew the possibility that someone could try something. A couple of days the thought had occured to him, so he had checked up about being able to leaving little triggers running, even if the program was not running. So he had left a small booby trap, if someone else tried to turn it on, or even touched it while it was on, they would get a bit of a surprise.
Daniel jumped first, he was standing a meter away a moment later, after a jolt passed through him from the power button. Now it was turned on Patrick recieved a shock too. "Jezuz Christ it's live" He yelled as he propelled himself from it. He was a little shakened, but not as shaken as he was he he looked at his partner, who appeared to be changing.
Daniel's hair became a very light blonde, he began to get shorter and younger losing his stubble and slight paunch. Soon he looked 16, he was different then when he was originally that age though, his hair shone, his face clear of acne, and he was broader. His clothes hung off him as he continued to regress, 15, 14, 13, 12, getting cuter and cuter until he finished at 9. His clothes begun to adjust. His pants became long cargo shorts, they slid down his waist, exposing the tops of a pair of pokemon boxers. His shirt turned baggy and unbuttoned to reveal a fair white bod that was still developing, then his sneakers became better suited prowlers. A skateboard poked out from behind his back, sticking out of his backpack that had been up to that point filled with more dubious equipment. His hair grew out a little, his nose snubbed slightly, and a stud appeared in his left lobe. He looked everybit the prepubescent skater.
Patrick gapped at the transformation in front, as his own overtook him. He begun to regress, but just like Daniel it was not a regression to an earlier self, but to something new. He went from a 6', 105 kg, 25 year old man to a 4'7", 40 kg, 9 year old boy. His short light brown hair lengthed and darkened, then found itself in a pony tail, exposing a new undercut. His pants changed becoming baggy board shorts, exposing smooth young legs. His shirt became a baggy tee, then a bulky jacket materialised over it, so baggy and open it was almost sliding off his shoulders altogether. His thongs closed over to become skater shoes. His green eyes darkened to a dark brown, his skin followed to a light honey tan, he looked like a well sunned boy. Finally a earring appeared in his right ear, as a board grew under his arm. Now Daniel and Patrick were a pair of really young skate boys, and their new lives and fun were just beginning.
Both kids looked each other up and down, their new personalities becoming established. The men they were, were now trapped inside the minds of two horny juvenile deliquents. Daniel circled Patrick, nodding his head. "Yeah bitchin'." He brushed his hair behind his ear, "You look good Pat."
"Yeah Danni, this is wicked cool. You're pretty hot you know." Pat said
"Yeah I know man," He moved over to the stereo, "Let's put on some tunes."
"Yeah sounds good to me." Pat walk over to him, a slight jangling of his chain could be heard. He encircled his arms around Danni's waist. Danni reached back with one hand and ran it over Pat's hair, playing with his pony tail. Then he reached forward with the other hand and turned on the radio. Some girl band was playing.
"Bitches who think they are artists, all they are skanks. Someone's gotta teach the world what the only real music is. Crap let's put some on." The homey 9 year old went to the cd collection, and selected a couple of rapper cds. "Put this shit on boy." He handed them over the Pat, who put them in.
As the rap started up they begun to try and break dance to it. They did it in a boyish akwardness. They fell over a bit, laughing each time. Daniel was attempting a back spin on the carpet, when Pat tripped over him. Danni in revenge wrestled with him, before the transformation Patrick would've won easy, but now was different they were both near the same. Danni was quickly emerging as dominant, relishing the fact he had an even grounding with the ex-older man now. They remained a mound of squirming and struggling flesh. After 10 minutes Danni made his way on top of Pat. He sat of Pat's firm stomach, holding his arm's on the ground, his opponent was paralysed. Pat looked up into the blonde boy's eyes, scanning him over. His hair was messed up, his clothes creased. His shirt still open revelaing his white chest, then to his white stomach, then he looked at his friends long shorts and wanted to know what was in them.
Danni loved his friend's gaze. "You like what you see you little slut." He licked his lips. "Yeah that's right, I know what you want. Well you are my bitch now." Keeping his grip on Pat's hands he raised them onto his chest. He didn't need to force them to touch, and he soon let go of Pat's wrists. They soon made delicate wide circles around Danni's smooth child chest. His apparent innocent younthfulness made it only hotter when he gently spoke obcenities to his boy. "Yeah Pat, that's fucking great. Fucking shit, this is wicked, homey g. Oh yeah shit."
"I love you Danni." Pat told him adoringly. He hope to please Daniel's new dominant personality.
Danni slapped him, "No bIt-CH, I dont want you to love me, you gots to worship me and my godlet body." Pat nodded submissively. He certainly would, Maker had provided him that personality. Danni got off Pat, "Get up slut."
Pat got up quickly. He wanted to whatever he could to make Danni happy.
"Yous gotta strip tease for me baby." The 9 year old sk8r walked over to James' bed and sat on it to watch the display.
Pat was unsure at first. Akwardly at first he started by pulling off his jacket. "Slowly slut, you hafta make me happy." Danni told him. Pat automatically went slower, pushing out his juvenile chest toward his dominator. The over large jacket slid off his shoulders slowly, down his arms then onto the ground, making a pile in itself. Managing to get himself into a rythym that some how complemented the faster tempo of the rap that permeated the atmosphere. He slid his hands down his body, til he reached the bottom of his shirt, then he gripped it and pull it taunt. Eyes closed his hands appeared to have a mind of their own as they pulled the tee up to expose his brown flesh. They teased his audience, by almost pulling it off, then pulling the shirt back down. All the while his body moved with the broken melody of the music. "Yeah my boy, yos got it, mmmm ya making me so horny bitch." Danni drooled. Pat's shirt finally came off, and his hands were lacking an activity, so they moved back to feeling his body. Sliding over his tanned, taunt flesh, too young for real muscles, but you could see the potential. Sliding down they went, over his chest, then to his stomach. Then into his shorts, he felt his package. His body shuddered and let out a groan. His hands came back up, pulling his jocks up, so that they peaked over the top of his shorts. His hands seemed to glide inbetween and then pull his board shorts down. Exposing his white jockeys to Danni, then exposing more brown flesh in the way of his young legs. He kicked the shorts off, an achievement while maintaining his rythym. He slowly turned around, exposing a tight pair of buttocks, covered with his underpants. He wiggled it at his master, then grabbing the sides he slid them up, and the white covering, worked it's way into his crack, exposing two honey globes seperated by this cute white line of his running jocks. His hands found themselves moving down to his butt and they begun to kneed the flesh. He moaned in a childlike way.
Danni couldn't stand the beautiful display anymore, so he got up off the bed and moved up behind his partner. He encircled his waist, and sucked hard on his neck. "Yeah baby, you make daddy proud. Mmmmmm you make me so horny, I'm got to fuck you right now."
"Danni, I'm not finished yet, do you want me too?" Pat asked, he got a playful slap on his arse as an answer.
"Nup whore, I wan yor ass now." He reached down and gripped Pat's jocks, then yanked them hard, and gave him a wedgy. Pat stood in pain, until his underpants broke in the crotch, which Danni kept pulling up, around his waist, then over his head and arms. He smelt the crotch of the now torn jockies. "Mmmmm smells so tasty." He turned him round, looking down he was greeted by a 3.5" dick and tiny balls, not bad for a 9 year old. "Lay on yo back like the little bitch you are Pat."
Pat lay on his back, then he noticed his shoes were still on. "Do you want me to my shoes off?" Look up horningly at the blonde adonis who stood above him.
"No, leave em on, won't make a difference when I spike you with ma dick.", undoing his belt and unzipping his shorts he revealed a 4.5" incher sticking out of his boxers. "Oh yeah, my dick's bigga then yours, bet's it bigga then any one in our year." Spitting on his hand he wiped it on the cock as lubrication, then he knelt by Pat. "This may hurt, but ya gonna love it cos I am too." He pulled Pat's legs up on his shoulders and postioned himself at his ass hole, then he just pistoned himself in. Pat's cry of sudden pain only excited him more, starting a rythym slowly at first. But he soon found his buddy's legs a hindarance, so he had the encircle his waist. Somehow it felt better. Soon both were moaning boyishly away, happy as can be. Master and slave, new partners in sex.
It had taken a couple of hours to find a nice big house for the sub group. Well actually technically it had only taken a total of half an hour, the rest they had spent busting moves around town, and at one point James had satisfied himself on a temporarily converted 15 year old. He'd skated into the otherwise empty skate park while the family were having fun. James hadn't done much, just made him open to being seduced, and they'd made out right on the ramp while everyone else skated around him. He'd blanked his memory, not feeling ready to expand the influence of his group even more just yet, 'well maybe just a little' Jame thought as he left him bi. He loved his new palmtop, so portable.
The last thing he'd been expecting on arriving home was to see the house had been broken into. It didn't really concern him though. He had the guys search the rest of the house while he made himself a drink. He'd left the basement to himself, wondering what he might find. The guys met back in the lounge room, as far as they told him nothing they knew was missing. James trusted they would know if something went missing, since combined they had probably all fucked on, next to, or with everything in the house he was sure.
"Well I'm gonna check downstairs, you guys can stay here." He went over to the basement door and opened it, which let out the sound of rapping. He smiled, since he was sure that someone had to have stumbled into his booby trap.
At the bottom of the spiral stairs he found what he thought was a beautiful scene. Two young boys fucking on his carpet, listening to his stereo. The blonde boy had his hands firmly gripped on the tanned boy's waist, fucking him with enthuasism. The boy with his back on the floor was covered in sweat, and the other was drenched too.
"Woah, break it up, you two will wear yourselves and my carpet out." He grinned as the blonde boy leapt up, stuffing his cock in and zipping up smoothly.
"Who are yo?" He asked in a young voice that had a tone he'd expect to find in a 15 year old homey or skater.....or one of his boys.
"I'm James, you can call me Jay. I own this place."
"Shit, it's a hell wicked place. Well nigga I'm Danni, this is ma bitch Pat." He montioned toward Pat, who lay prone waiting for instructions.
"I'm sure he is, you guys got homes to go home to?" James asked
"Nah man, no rents to boss us round." Danni said
James got out his palmtop, and assigned the kids to a couple fo families that had once had his boys as children. A swap he smiled. He made allowances, the new parents wouldn't notice a lot of the boys tendencies and activities. The kids looked cool, but he didn't want them to stay he'd just solved that problem and they could visit instead of being permanents. This thought he had as he looked both sweat covered pre-teens over. "You guys betta get your clothes on and get home to ya mammas."
He watched as Pat got dressed. Danni picked up his backpack, and they both went out. Waving as they left his bedroom, going upstairs to leave. He hoped they wouldn't get caught up fucking the guys upstairs, he smiled. He shook his head, kids today. Then he laughed and jumped on his bed. ____________________ End of part 7