1. Kidnapped! - The Work Camp Earth-boy
The Work Camp Earth-boy
By Earth-boy
Notes
This story is complete; there are 12 chapters in all. I’ve been burned in the past by authors starting a story and posting one or more chapters, only to be left hanging when I finish the final instalment and it’s obvious the tale is still a work in progress. Therefore I do not post anything to Nifty that I consider incomplete.
Standard disclaimers
This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys and/or men and boys. If this is not to your tastes, please leave now. If you are under 18 or it is illegal in your state or country to read or possess this material then it is in your own interests to leave now.
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This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, real or imagined, living or dead is purely coincidental.
Reading about sexual antics with imaginary boys is one thing. Don’t even think about doing this in real life. Boys grow up into adolescents and then men, and as adults they’ll not appreciate the realization they were used as a sex toy for your perverted pleasure.
No children or electrons were harmed in the production of this story. However, because it was written on a computer and you got it from the internet, the electricity needed to do this has probably made a minute contribution to global warming.
Chapter 1. Kidnapped!
It’s been a crazy two weeks, I tell you. One afternoon I was on the streets of town, just doing nothing, really, which is normal for me. Next thing I knew I had been bodily picked up by two men and shoved into the back seat of a truck. Of course I struggled, but one of the men yelled at me to stop or they’d throw me under the truck and run me over. He spotted my cell phone in its belt clip holder and snatched it.
“Don’t do anything stupid like trying to escape, boy,” the driver said. “Besides, the doors are locked from the inside and windows are locked out. Buckle up; the ride’ll get rough in while.”
They drove out of town at high speed and down the highway for a bit, then onto a smaller road. As we got higher into the hills the road turned into gravel, and we were on it for a long time. Finally they turned off the gravel and onto a really rough trail of some sort. The suggestion I use the seat belt was a good one, or I would’ve cracked my head on the roof.
When we arrived I was pulled out of the truck. “Look around boy,” said the other guy who had grabbed me. “This’ll be your home for the rest of the summer and into fall.”
We were at a work camp of some sort. There were no tents; just a small collection of portable huts in a roughly cut out clearing. Some were one-man living quarters. There was a shower hut, a couple of portable toilets, and a shed for storing things. A slightly larger building looked like it held the kitchen and dining area. Next to where the truck was parked was a large array of solar panels.
The driver added, “And if you’re good we’ll drive you back to town when we leave.”
I’ve been at the camp for two weeks now. There’s half a dozen men here but I don’t really know what they’re doing. The weather’s really hot for me and humid like I’ve never lived in before. On the second day, frustrated at the constant chafing of my breech–cloth—the only thing I was wearing when I was grabbed—I pulled it off and went naked like I usually do. A couple of the guys gave me wolf whistles but they didn’t insist I put it back on.
Yeah, technically I’m a slave. I didn’t choose to be here and it looks like I’ll never get paid for my work. I’m helping with cooking, cleaning, and unpacking supplies when they arrive. But they don’t push me hard and they feed me well, and I’m too busy to be bored. Not to mention I’m living outside in the forest, so it’s pretty much just like home.
The men are okay but they really miss their girlfriends. I think it’s the main reason they kidnapped me. They’re always rubbing my back or patting my bare bum. Whenever we sit down to eat the guys on either side of me mostly eat with one hand and feel me all over with the other. Sometimes they even fondle the parts between my legs, because they’re not hidden away.
I don’t have a space to call my own and every night I’m in a different guy’s hut. There’s me naked in bed with a sexually frustrated guy, so of course I get extra attention before he goes to sleep.
Practically no-one here knows my name. Mostly they just call me “Boy.” Which is all right because I’m an earth-boy, and we get called that all the time.
I’m stuck in a place I don’t know where, and I’m working and sleeping in the nude because of the heat. The guys are using me as their “comfort boy.” I’m only thirteen years old, and this is the best time I’ve ever had in my life!
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“Look around boy. This’ll be your home for the rest of the summer and into fall.”
The driver added, “And if you’re good we’ll drive you back to town when we leave. And we’re keeping your cell phone—you’ll get it back when we let you go. Not that it ’s any good here, but you might be less inclined to run away without it.”
The driver, whose name I later found out was Egan, was a bit taller than most men, thin, with a hawkish clean-shaven face that bore a constant frown. His dark hair was closely cut. The other guy was shorter and stockier. He gave me the impression of someone who was used to working with his hands, enjoyed partying, and didn’t tolerate fools.
Egan looked at the other man. “Martin, go introduce him to Savros. He’s the one who asked for an extra pair of hands, so he needs the boy’s help the most.” He glared at me. “And you will help him, ’cause if you don’t you’re gonna be sorry. And really, really sore!”
Wow, he doesn’t know very much about earth-boys, I thought. Yeah, beating up an earth-boy is pretty easy to do, but it can have really unexpected consequences. Anyway, let’s see what sort of work they want me to do.
I had considered my options during the ride. It was the start of summer. I didn’t have a job—earth-boys rarely do—so there was no boss to miss me. Not showing up back at my grove would be noticed, but no-one would be too concerned. It’s pretty normal for earth-boys to quietly wander off for a while without telling anyone. I figured this could be a bit of an adventure. If I was treated okay I just might stick around. Otherwise I had the skills I needed to run away and make it back home.
“Come with me, boy,” said the man called Martin. He took hold of my upper arm and marched me toward the largest hut. When we entered I was immediately struck by the aroma of good food. Martin led me through the main room and into the back. A slightly shorter than average man, dressed in a traditional cook’s white outfit, was tending to pots on the stove.
The kitchen was hot! Really hot for me, because I’m used to much cooler temperatures than humans are comfortable in. I was grateful the only thing I was wearing was my breech–cloth.
“Savros, me and Egan have found you the help you wanted.”
Savros turned around. He was a young man, maybe 25 years old. His olive skin showed he came from a Mediterranean background, but he was still lighter toned than me.
I guess a description of me is in order. Like I said, I’m an earth-boy. I’m five feet (120 cm) tall and save for my shaggy dark green hair and elf-like pointed ears I mostly look like an athletic twelve year old human boy. My eyes are dark brown and my skin has a nut-brown tone like Mexicans or people native to Central America. I don’t have any tan lines because like all earth-boys I live outside and mostly in the nude. I also don’t have a belly button, due to our very unusual fetal development.
I’m thirteen years old, going on fourteen. Earth-boys mature faster than humans, so by their standards I’m almost twenty. That means I have a nicely filled out penis, even if it’s a bit short for now, and two testicles that are just a bit larger than an adult human’s.
The moment Savros laid eyes on me his face lit up and he smiled broadly. “An earth-boy!” he exclaimed. “What a great idea! All earth-boys know how to cook, so that’ll reduce training time. Thanks, guys!”
Before releasing me, Martin quietly growled, “Remember boy, you work with him and do what he says, or you’ll be getting some strong lessons in obedience!” Then he left.
Savros immediately took charge of me. Placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, he looked down at me with a smile. He was shorter than Egan and Martin, but still taller than my five foot nothing.
“Welcome to the camp, boy; thanks for joining us. Most of the evening meal’s already cooking, so you’re stuck with clean-up. I’d like you to wash up the prep pots and clean the cutting boards. After that the knives and other utensils need to be washed, too. I’m sure you can handle that, right?”
Despite my rather abrupt and unexpected recruitment, Savros’ much kinder manner managed to put me at ease. I felt I could work with him.
I smiled back. “Of course. Growing up in a grove means knowing the kitchen.”
“Good boy!” he replied, with a twinkle in his eye, and he patted me on my back.
I found the dirty pots beside the sink, but there were no water taps.
“Savros, where do I get the water for washing the pots?”
“Oh, there’s a big pot of hot water on the stove here. Put about half of it into the sink, then add cold water from the drum over there until it’s cool enough to handle. Uh, isn’t that the way you do it in the groves?”
I chuckled. “We might still live in groves like we’ve done for thousands of years, but they’re not caves! Every grove I’ve ever been in has had running water.”
“Oh,” he replied. “Sorry. I’ve only ever visited the outer groves, never the inner ones where you live. So I don’t really know what things are like there.”
“Don’t worry about it. Not too many humans have ever been in the meadow.” After a moment, I added, “That’s what we call the part of the grove where we live.” I wasn’t too surprised to hear he didn’t know very much about our groves. Earth-boy topics aren’t really taught in human schools. Besides, the kids would forget most of it anyway.
I did as he asked, pouring hot water from the pot on the stove into the sink, cooling it with cold water, then set about washing the pots.
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With the cleaning out of the way, Savros had me set the table in the main room of the hut for dinner. I needed guidance for that because I was rather unfamiliar with how humans eat their meals. We returned to the kitchen, where the cook showed how we would be serving the group.
“This will be a nice surprise for them,” he told me. “Usually they have to come into the kitchen and fill up their plates themselves. But with you helping me now, we can do that and take the full plates out to them. There’s only five guys, so it’ll take very little time for us. Then we’ll join them at the table as well.
“Okay, it’s 6 PM. Time to call the rest of the gang in for supper. You can follow me if you want.”
Yes, I wanted to. Despite wearing almost nothing at all, I felt like I was the main dish being prepared in the oven for dinner. Gratefully I walked behind Savros out of the stifling heat of the kitchen.
On his way out of the hut, Savros picked up a long brass horn. We walked a short distance to the northern edge of the clearing, where a trail led into the woods. He put the horn to his mouth and blew a long blast.
“That’s the code for ‘Food’s ready’,” he told me. They’ll be coming in a couple of minutes. Let’s go back and fill the plates.”
We had nicely finished that when the men came in. Savros stood in the door of the kitchen and told them, “Just go sit down. No need to come into the kitchen tonight. Oh, Riley, instead of two rows of six tonight, can you leave a spot open and sit at the head of the table? We have a guest.”
While the others were taking their places, he turned to me and said, “Take two plates out. Put one of them in front of Riley—he’s the guy with the beard wearing a green shirt, and set the other one in front of Martin. He’s the one who introduced you to me. I’ll get the other three, then we’ll come back for our own. And smile—you’ll make a great impression!”
I think everyone in the room, Egan and Martin included, looked at me with astonishment as I came out of the kitchen, a full plate in each hand and wearing a grin (and, of course, not much else!) My brown skin was probably glowing from a light sheen of sweat I had acquired in the kitchen. I did as I was asked, giving one plate to Riley and another to Martin. Egan, sitting beside him, shot me a sour look, as if he was expecting to be served ahead of Martin.
Savros followed behind, setting the meals before the other three. We retrieved our own from the kitchen and joined them at the table. Savros motioned me to sit on the opposite side of the table from him, where there was an empty space.
We were at the opposite end of the table from Riley. He was in his mid to late fifties, a bit heavyset but by no means overweight. He sported a close-cropped beard and greying hair. There was a certain mild intensity to his demeanour, but to earth-boys a lot of humans are like that. Egan and Martin, sitting across the table from me beside Savros, were looking at me grimly, probably to remind me of my place and to not make trouble.
“All right, everyone,” Savros announced. “The earth-boy here has joined our crew as a helping hand, and I’m sure he’s going work out. He’s only been here a couple of hours and already I’m impressed with his enthusiasm!”
“Welcome!” said Riley, addressing me directly. “It’s good to hear Savros’s happy with you, because he’s the one who’s been asking for someone to help him. I don’t think you’ll find the work too tough. Savros has a long and full work day because he’s the cook, but there are only six of us—well, seven now—so it wasn’t like he was totally run off his feet. So you’ll be sharing a full work day but not an extreme one. Having said that, I’m hungry! Let’s eat!”
We all dug in. Dinner was roasted breaded chicken with vegetables and potatoes. Not unlike my regular meals in the grove. The men talked about various things, but I didn’t hear mention of what they were doing at the other end of the trail into the woods.
In addition to Riley, Egan, Martin, and Savros, there was an older Oriental teen beside me and next to him a tall athletic man who looked to be in his forties.
“So, Savros,” asked Riley, “Do we got the second round of food ourselves or is that now the job of our newly acquired wait staff?”
I didn’t realize Riley was referring to me. Savros started to say something but was interrupted by Egan.
“We brought him here to help us, so it’s his job! Jump to it, boy!” He glared at me.
I looked questioningly to Savros, unsure what to do.
“Take his dirty plate back to the kitchen and put it in the sink,” he told me. “Get a clean one and put more food on it, and bring it back out.”
I did so.
“Seconds!” called Egan. He looked at me. “Whenever you hear someone say that, you’ll get them another plate. And I want another one!”
So I got another plate for Egan. I was just sitting down again when Martin called for seconds. So I jumped up and refreshed his plate too. I glanced at the others. Their plates were almost empty. But instead of calling out, both Savros and the teenager beside me went to the kitchen and refilled their plates themselves. The last man did, too.
When the main course was done, Savros got my attention and said, “I guess we’ll have to clear the plates from the table and serve them dessert and coffee as well.”
Which is what we did. When we were alone in the kitchen, Savros quietly said to me, “I’ll see if I can convince the others to get seconds themselves. I was about to say that at the table before Egan jumped in and made it your job.”
We bought out the dessert course, a blueberry crumble. Savros returned to the kitchen and brought a pitcher of coffee to the table. The men helped themselves to it, and Egan didn’t insist I fill his cup.
The dessert eaten, all it took was a motion from Savros for the pair of us to clear off the dessert plates. Back at the table, Riley said, “Alright, now that we’ve eaten, I think some introductions are in order. I’m Riley and I’m the leader of this little expedition. You’ve already met Egan and Martin when they recruited you in town, and of course you know Savros. Sitting beside you is Jared, and beside him is Larry.”
I felt Jared jostle me lightly, and looked at him. He was Japanese or Chinese, a full head taller than me and wearing his black hair at shoulder length. He smiled and offered his hand. This at least was a human habit I was familiar with, so I grasped and shook it.
He said, “Pleased to meet you.” He didn’t have a noticeable accent.
Larry also extended his hand, and we did the same.
Riley continued. “As to what we’re doing here, that’s not really a topic for discussion. As was probably explained to you when you signed up, you’re expected to stay in the camp and help Savros with the cooking, unloading supplies, and keeping the place clean. I’m going to ask you to stay away from the work area on the north side.”
He looked at the man beside him. “So, Egan, how did you come by an earth-boy? As far as I know they don’t usually apply for day labour jobs.”
His question seemed to catch Egan off guard. He paused for a few seconds before answering, “Well, uh, he sort of approached us. Yeah. You see, there wasn’t anyone at the agency who wanted an extended gig. So we stopped for hamburger and fries at Big Mike’s and talk things over. We were eating at an outside table and this kid was with a group of earth-boys beside us. He comes over and asks, ‘You’re looking for someone to help for two months in the outdoors? I live in a grove, so being in a forest is just natural for me.’“
He carried on, picking up confidence as the tale came together in his mind. “So we talked it over and agreed to terms. He called his grove to tell them he’d found a job and would be away for about ten weeks, and said he was ready to go.”
“You look really young, even for an Earth-boy,” said Larry. “How old are you?”
“Thirteen, almost fourteen,” I answered. “We come of age at twelve, so I’m considered a responsible adult. Well, as responsible as earth-boys get!”
Egan added, “He’s legal. The law recognizes earth-boys at twelve equivalent to an eighteen year old. And that’s another thing. You know the reputation earth-boys have. He’s agreed to help us there too.”
“Oh, yeah,” Martin said. “I can’t wait to have my night with him!”
Riley smiled at that. “Just don’t be too rough on him. Savros will need his help with breakfast in the morning.”
Now I’m in no way an expert on humans, but there was little doubt what they were talking about. Things were stating to look better!
“I think that just about covers everything,” said Riley. “I’m the boss around here, so whatever I say goes. It’s best to listen to Egan, too, and of course in the kitchen Savros’s the king. You should respect the other guys, but if they tell you to do stuff you don’t like I think you can say ‘no’ and ask me about it later.”
Savros nudged me. “Let’s clean things up. I’ll make another pot of coffee for the guys while you start washing the dishes.”
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It took me and Savros another hour of work to clean and dry the dinner dishes and put the kitchen into shape for the next day. Out in the main room, Riley, Egan, Martin, and Jared had set up a board game at the table and were busy playing it while drinking beer out of bottles. Martin was smoking cigarettes, but it looked like he was the only smoker in the group. Larry sat in a chair, thumbing through a magazine.
“What do we do now?” I asked. “Back at the grove I’d jump in the pool and horse around with the boys, or play a ball game of some sort. But there’s no pool here and no other earth-boys.”
“And no electricity, either,” said Savros. “So no TV and no internet. We’ve got some games, dominoes, paper and pencils, a dart board, playing cards, and a couple of picture puzzles.”
“Darts sounds interesting.”
I had no skill at the game, but Savros wasn’t that great either, so we spent most of our time just trying to hit the board.
The four at the table finished up their board game. It was getting darker outside, so they switched on some low voltage LED lights. A deck of cards came out. Poker was the game here, something earth-boys are hopeless at because we’re no good at bluffing. For us there’s no such thing as a “poker face.” So I was relegated to watching five men—Larry sat out—playing rapid-fire to rules I had no clue about and watching chips slide around the table as they changed owners.
When the game finally ended, they counted their chips while Larry made notes in a notebook. He pulled out a calculator and spent a couple of minutes with it before announcing, “Everybody’s pretty much at the same place they were last week, with the exception of Savros who’s down about a hundred dollars.” No-one disputed his conclusion, so I guess they trusted him.
“Alright,” said Egan, “now we figure out who gets the earth-boy each night. I’m claiming him first.”
“Uh, Egan, I’m the leader,” said Riley.
“Yeah, and my uncle is financing this whole affair. Do you want me to call him and tell him to pull the funding? Besides, I met him first.”
“Alright. But I’m asking for him tomorrow night.”
“Sure. So it’s me, you, Martin, Larry, Jared, and Savros.” He looked at Jared and actually grinned. “You do know what you’re supposed to do with him, right?”
Jared grimaced and rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything.
I looked at Savros, but couldn’t see any indication he was disappointed at being last on the list. Perhaps as the cook and not one of the people actually working at whatever they were doing he was used to being the odd one out.
Jared asked, “There’s six of us and seven days in the week. Do we give him a day of rest?”
“Ha!” cried Egan. “An earth-boy? If he didn’t need to sleep he’d be visiting every one of us every night, all night! We’d be the ones needing rest, not him!”
“What about the morning?” asked Savros. “I get up at least an hour before anyone else, and I’d like him in the kitchen with me.”
Riley answered. “No-one locks their huts at night. Maybe you can quietly go into whoever’s hut he’s in that night and wake him up.”
I finally saw an opportunity to add my piece. “Guys, unless I’m terribly mistaken, I’m not going into your huts to sleep. So how about after we’re finished I just go outside and sleep in a tree? I’ve done it before.”
“What, and get eaten by a bear?” asked Martin. “This ain’t no grove, boy. You won’t be protected from the wildlife out here!”
Savros came to my rescue. “You can sleep in my hut. That way I won’t have to intrude on anyone else to get you up in the morning. I’m sure we have enough bedding here that we can put some on the floor for you to be comfortable.”
“Hey, that will work!” I said. I was already comfortable with Savros, so I knew I’d be unmolested spending the nights in his hut. (Which I was a little saddened about. I felt I could use some extra affection.)
Egan gave me one of his now trademark glares. “And when you go to his hut, you go there to sleep, got it? No waking him up and playing around.”
I nodded. “Sure. I’d do that only if he was an earth-boy.”
“Okay,” said Egan. “Now that we have all that sorted out, I’ll show the boy which hut’s Savros’s and take him to mine.”
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Egan was friendly enough when he pointed out the hut Savros called his own, but that disappeared the moment we were in his. He closed the door sharply and ordered, “Get that stupid cloth off and lay down on the bed. On your stomach! Now!”
Startled at his directness, I quickly undid my belt and let it and my breech–cloth fall to the floor. I wasn’t at all concerned about being naked; Earth-boys never wear clothes in our groves. I’d had lots of sex with humans and was used to undressing with them as well. I lay down on the bed as ordered.
I watched Egan as he pulled off his shoes, then removed his pants and underwear in one go. He was already really hard. I suspected he’d been looking forward to this moment for a while now, perhaps ever since he saw me back in town. Then he was on top of me.
He shoved in, hard! Too late I realized he was after more than just sex. He actually seemed intent on trying to rape me, something that’s almost impossible to do with an earth-boy. Maybe he was trying to enforce his control over me, making sure I knew I was expected to be a slave and not a helping hand.
Silently I admonished myself for not seeing this coming and using my calming gift to tone things down before he got started. But I also knew I could turn things around in less than a minute. Calling on my small reserve of eren (earth energy), I channelled some of it to my rear and the penis that was assailing it. As I expected, very quickly Egan’s hard-edged attitude softened and he slowed his pace.
I wondered how I should handle it from here. I was in control now; I could make him come fast or stretch it out and give him a good time. When it comes to sex, earth-boys have a tendency to favour quantity over quality unless it’s with someone we really like. That helped make up my mind. If he wanted to think he actually controlled me by forcing himself on me, I was willing to let him think he had succeeded.
I moderated my rear end to make it more passive, so as not to let Egan suspect I was starting to enjoy it. Then I added a bit more eren to stimulate him further. He picked up the pace, going at it harder, but nowhere near as rough as his first assault. I lay there as passively as I could, overriding my natural instinct to meet his thrusts with mine.
I let him pound my ass, or made him think he was truly pounding it, while occasionally letting out cries to make it sound like I was in distress. I kept it up for five minutes before deciding to bring it to a close. Carefully I tightened my rear end muscles and started a gentle, almost imperceptible, wave action to caress his penis. It worked a charm. In seconds Egan had a strong orgasm, spilling a large amount of seed into me. Involuntarily I came too, but had the presence of mind to direct my semen back into my body and not let it out on to the bed. I didn’t want to leave behind any evidence I actually enjoyed the sex and had played him for a fool.
Of course, Egan wasn’t in any mood for kissing and cuddling. He quickly pulled out and pushed me off the bed. It was obvious my first time with him was over. I wondered if next time he’d be more accommodating or just do the same thing again.
I knew there was no use mentioning any of this to Riley. Earth-boys’ reputation for promiscuous sex is so deeply ingrained in human minds that they believe any sex with an earth-boy is entirely consensual. And truth be told I actually had enjoyed it, once I got him under control.
I collected my belt and breech-cloth but didn’t bother putting them on. Naked, I left the hut. Outside and back in contact with the Earth, I called on eren to soothe my sore amoryn and start healing any damage Egan may have caused.
I should explain the amoryn. Like most anatomy words, it comes partly from Latin: the amor part means “love,” but the origin of yn is unknown; it probably meant “pipe” or “tube.” My rear end—my anus—is the body’s entrance to it. It’s a long and fairly narrow tube located just in front of the spinal cord and extends almost all the way to my collarbone. There’s an intricate series of muscles (the amorial sphinctorii) all the way along it that we use to control the stimulation our partner gets.
It’s so long because our penis grows all our lives. By the time we’re forty it goes almost down to our knees, and of course when it gets hard it’s even longer. There’s a bunch of nerves deep inside in the amoryn that only older earth-boys can get to, and it feels out of this world when they’re touched. So older earth-boys always have someone willing to have sex with them. (Here ends the anatomy lesson.)
I went to Savros’ hut. He was already asleep, and there was a makeshift bed for me on the floor. I would have much preferred to join Savros in his bed, but earth-boys are taught never to come on to humans. Reluctantly I pulled back the covers and lay down. I didn’t bother covering myself, for the night hadn’t yet cooled enough for me to even think of needing a blanket.
Despite the totally unexpected turn my life had just taken, I was asleep in only a few minutes.
Endnotes
This tale is part an earth-boy’s story of working with a group of humans in a remote forest camp, and part introduction to earth-boys, their beliefs and culture. As such, almost twenty percent of the text is the earth-boy talking with humans about his life.
These conversations run the risk of boring people looking for a sex and adventure story, and I don’t carefully demarcate action from exposition. If you find the lessons on earth-boys boring, you can probably skip ahead to the next section, although you may find yourself wondering how the earth-boy manages some of the things he does in the final chapter.
Earth-boy culture is highly social, and is in fact quite socialist. Much of it is presented here uncritically. People whose political leanings run to the individual and small-government end of the spectrum may find these descriptions very annoying. I apologize for injecting what could be seen as political commentary into an adventure story.
Comments are welcome at earth-boy-2755@protonmail.com, and constructive criticism as well. As I’ve mentioned before, this story is complete (12 chapters in all.) But as of the date I’ve posted this, I can entertain suggestions as long as they don’t break the established plot or have a serious impact on the remaining chapters.
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