Unexpected

Initially there was a great irreverence to the effects of the changes that were occurring to the changed male body. The sexist views of the previous era demeaned the uke life style. Choosing to be a bottom was considered the equivalent of choosing to be inferior. Ukes were reverted to the position women had held hundreds of years before. They lost the right to vote. They were converted to chattel to be traded by their “superiors”. This, of course, meant that no one was willing to become an uke. The number of ukes dropped off at alarming rates. In light of this, legislatures around the world began passing laws to protect and encourage the choice to become a bottom. It became clear that equal status must be afforded to both tops and bottoms or no one would choose the socially undesirable position. Once again, it took near disaster for humans to realize the errors of their ways.

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When most people think of hospitals they think of the smell of sanitizer, or people in white coats with stethoscopes. Maybe even waiting rooms or a cafeteria with bad food. But anybody who has stayed in a hospital for an extended period of time thinks of loneliness. A hospital is empty for someone staying there. Regular people will think you are crazy for saying this. What are you talking about? Hospitals are full of doctors, nurses, other patients, visitors. A hospital is made up of people. But that’s not what it’s like if you stay there for weeks. Soon you begin to notice the silence. At first it is the beeping of machines, but those sounds have nothing to do with you. They are the ticking of a clock in an empty room.

Feet walk past your door but they have a purpose, a goal that is always somewhere else, always something other than you. Than a nurse, or the occasional doctor will come to you room, and they are kind, or as much as they can be. But they aren’t there for you. You could not be there and it would matter little to them. They are there for your injuries. That is what matters to them, and once they tend to those they will leave you with the haste of the otherwise occupied. The only thing that frees you from the monotony of it is the occasional visit. Those few short minutes in a day that someone sets aside to visit you.

But even in that visit there is a strain that doesn’t exist normally. Friends aren’t there to enjoy your company. It is a strained social concept of guilt, filling a moral duty to appease the pitifully injured and flee to real life and what they really wish to be doing with all the haste of the doctors who move to the next case. It is a cynical view, no doubt. But being anchored to that spot fills a person with morbid certainty that you alone make up this world, and all the others are just short sightings of birds as they pass you by on their way to better roosts.

Not Richard though. That wouldn’t happen to Charles Winward’s son. Richard would never know the loneliness of a hospital as he had. For that reason he had set aside his business and moved into a room that looked down upon his son.

It was from that room that he looked down on his only son with a mixture of feelings he couldn’t quite express. Anger and disgust and sadness. Those he was familiar with. He had faced those everyday of his life. But this, this was something far worse. The boy lying under soft white sheets in a room surrounded by blinking machines of every shape and size imaginable, represented this feeling but he couldn’t understand why. He had always been proud of the rigid self control that had made him successful as a business man.

Understanding who he was and what he wanted was a major part of that control. He believed that in order to be in charge of others one must first be in charge of one’s self. And yet here he was at a loss for words. This empty feeling, was something new, and unexplained. He was a strongly ambitious man who kept his goals in sight and knew what he wanted, yet here his world had been thrown off kilter. His goals were hidden behind a mist of despair. And that was it he realized. He was empty, hopeless. What was normally an unending spring of determination, was now a black void. His own dreams had been ripped away just as surely as his son’s had.

Richard hadn’t known it, but the reason Charles had insisted on him earning his dominance the traditional way was to ensure his son found himself a good partner. His other friends had been thrown into adulthood and the power it entailed, never understanding the value of a good seduction, the fight to earn another man’s respect. A child who was given everything they wanted becomes an adult who never valued what they had.

It had worked too. Even better than he could have expected. The first two boys Richard had dated were horrible mistakes for the boy. They had ended as quickly as they started. Richard chose the first one because he was good looking and the second because he was the cool guy on campus. After they got through the initial courtship, though, they found they had little in common. What resulted were messy breakups with angry name calling and hurt feelings all around.

Then his third had come along, and Richard had looked harder for this one. After the first ones he wanted more than a quick lay. His son realized that if you couldn’t talk with your partner after you got hot and heavy you might as well be using an expensive blow up doll or a whore. So Richard had looked for someone who shared his interests, intellect, and goals in life. Someone who would like him for who he was, not just for a family name, or a sexy physique.

Enter Robert. Good looking himself, with a solid family name and Richard’s close friend from childhood. They had both been on the tennis team for years and attended the same schools since the third grade. They loved the same music, and comedians, and TV shows. Hell, the only thing their relationship hadn’t had was sex. His son truly loved that boy. But that was ruined.

The other boy was quite clearly submissive, just as his own son had clearly been an aggressor. He didn’t have the personality to be the top in the young men’s’ relationship. And while it was possible for two bottoms to be together, those relationships never did as well as the traditional ones. As much as the two might love each other, this would probably end there relationship. They would be devastated. Not only had these men taken his son’s life choice away, they taken his love as well. Worse, taking was not working. His body was not properly transforming. What for most would have been a painless process (at least physically ) instead seemed to be killing the boy. Just because he didn’t want his son to make the same mistakes he had.

Charles still remembered Richard’s birth father. There had been no love lost between them, but the sex. Oh the sex had been great. He felt his length growing hard at the memory. The fabric of his underwear stretched out, creating a noticeable lump in his pants as he fought to control a groan that racked his body. Although it had been years since they had seen each other he could still remember the warm feeling of being sheathed inside that man. He had bucked like a wild bronco beneath him as his sheath slipped back and forth. The man would squeeze so tightly that he couldn’t control his wild releases.

No position had been left untouched in those fervent lovemaking sessions. Hand jobs, blowjobs, missionary, reverse cowboy, sixty-nine, frottage, they were all just the regular course of things. They had both particularly liked doggy style. It was the position that best allowed Charles to get his cock fully inside of the uke’s greedy ass. Charles would nibble on his mount’s ear as his hand reached down to grab the flopping cock beneath them. Precum would lubricate his hand and he would use it to stroke up and down. A testicle would roll between his fingers while another finger would press against his own cock as it thrust back and forth.

A chorus of moans filled the air to compliment the shaking noises of the bed below them. They would suck on each other’s tongues like men possessed. Like the starving, thirsty, horny men they were. A particularly good thrust in the right place would have the bottom screaming into his pillow, unable to contain his pleasure. That would have Charles thrusting even more to hear the sound again and he himself would shout from the feeling of being clenched in a grip that would never let go.

In one evening they would make each other orgasm half a dozen times. He would be so satisfied he couldn’t get it up for at the least a day afterwards, even with the most attentive encouragement. It gave new meaning to the word milking. They could practically swim in each other’s cum. By the end of the evening he wouldn’t even need lube because the willing uke would be so filled with cum that even the massive girth of his penis was easily thrust in to the gaping hole.

But sex was not enough. After the angry bouts of passion all they could muster was distaste and mutual self contempt. Their pheromones could only get them through lovemaking, never the morning after.

Charles’ attention returned to his surroundings when the doctors monitoring his son began swarming around the boy’s bed. Immediately fearing the worse, he was pleasantly surprised to see Richard awake and causing a racket from his sickbed. Obviously displeased at being awakened in strange surrounding he was loudly voicing his objections and throwing everything he could get his hands on at the big strong men in their clean white coats. Feeling relief rack his body, Charles rapidly knocked on the window three times. Hearing the sound Richard looked up at his father. The pupils of his eyes were dilated to such an extent that they looked black, more like some cartoon than real eyes.

Upon seeing his father Richard stopped his struggling and submitted to the doctors’ ministrations. No fool, the reassurance of a familiar face allowed him to accept he was once again safe. His pupils contracted and regained their normal tint of azure. While at first proud of his son’s ability to analyze a situation, his joy was short lived. The look on Richard’s face drove an iron spike through his heart. The easy smile that normally defined Richard’s face was replaced by a profoundly empty expression. His eyes looked at nothing. While Charles could see the boys lips move in response to the question of a doctor the brilliant shine of intelligence that was normally visible in those vibrant blue eyes was painfully absent. Charles found himself back where he started. Lost.

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Richard weathered the barrage of questions from his doctors with as much grace as he could muster under the circumstances. Waking up surrounded by strangers he had indulged in a well deserved bout of panic. Now that he understood where he was he had to uphold a certain demeanor. While he wanted to sort out his thoughts about what had happened, appearances were everything in his family, so his emotions were not something he could indulge.

The sight of his father was a splash of cold water, which brought reality cashing down around him. So he answered questions. Questions about he “felt,” and if this and that hurt. Was he feeling dizzy? Or hungry? Thirsty? His replies were quick, curt even. Meant to end this trial as quickly as possible. He strove toward that blissful moment when he could end this whirlwind of confusion and anger and sadness and… And he didn’t know what else but it was too much.

At first he had been to numb from the shock, but that wore off when a flood of shame brought a bright blush to his cheeks. The doctors (no doubt worrying that the flush was a sign of worsening health) renewed their questioning with a vigor that was quickly snuffed out by an unknown source. Curiosity stirred by the change, Richard surveyed the room he was in. He was in a large room with white walls. Machines were to both sides of his bed and he was hooked up to an IV drip. A soft white blanket covered his legs and a sea foam green hospital gown. It left his back open to the cloth below him and in the loose outfit he felt uniquely vulnerable. It didn’t help that he could feel that his underwear had not been replaced so his junk was loose and free to be seen by anyone who lifted the gown and blanket up. Considering what had just happened he felt that was scant protection.

Looking at the people he saw one man had just entered the room.. His entrance was no doubt what had ended that nattering of the white coats. In light of the slim body and effeminate grace with which he strode through the room Richard immediately pinned the man for three things. The man was in charge. He knew what he was doing. He was an uke.

In fact he was just the kind of guy Richard would have liked to get in the sack before … He was a bit too old though. The man was in his mid-thirties. Young for someone in position of authority at a hospital, but still too old for Richard. Looking around at the doctors surrounding Richard’s bed as he entered a sharp glint had entered the man’s eyes.

“I see we wasted no time making our guest feel at home. Considering what has happened I’ll bet he is delighted to be harassed by you idiots. Why don’t the rest of you leave for the time being and think about why all of you rushing in here was a moronic miscalculation while I speak with Richard here?”

The other’s fled the room, the tone in the young supervisor’s voice enough to make even Richard want to escape.

“My apologies for their rudeness. They are just a bit enthusiastic. Having a celebrity guest such as you, with such unusual symptoms, it is quite exciting. Ahhh, look at that. I’m just as bad as them. You probably have no idea what is going on. Please, let me explain. You probably remember little after the night of the party.

“Unfortunately it was several hours before anyone noticed you had gone missing from the party so nothing could be done about the men who did this to you. The investigation, from what I have heard is ongoing, but while they have DNA evidence, it doesn’t match any known offenders. Those men barricaded the door where your guards were killed and turned off the light. It wasn’t until an employee noticed the locked door that the bodies were found and a search began. By then it was too late. You have my deepest condolences that your wished in the matter of your selection were not respected.”

“Such is life doctor. We rarely get what we want, and this is just one more thing. It’s not as though we live in a time where this will affect my inheritance rights or future earnings. It is just my personal life after all. Nothing of great value.”

This stoic reply by the young man brought a frown to the doctor’s face. While everything he said was true for the most part, it was unfortunate for someone so young to have such a pessimistic view on life. Hoping to skim over this depressing turn of conversation, the doctor continued where he had left off.

“When you were found you were immediately brought to the emergency room here, and it was then that we noticed some complications. Normally the changes to your body would be occurring slowly over a period of many months. Due to some unknown complication, however, it would seem that your body went into rapidly accelerated development. It’s quite rare, but there have been a few documented cases over the past twenty years or so of this phenomenon.

“As a result, the stretch of time you would normally have to grow accustomed to your body has been taken away from us. The six to eight month transformation cycle occurred in just under a month, and due to the strain on your body from this acceleration you were unconscious for that period. For all intents and purposes you will be a full grown uke in the next few days. That means all of the usual growth factors.

“Your pheromone glands are fully developed and you will soon have full reproductive capacity within your body. Your rectum’s ability to expand is greatly increased to facilitate intercourse and reproduction. You may notice an increased sensitivity in that area as well. You will likely be able to feel more pleasure when objects are placed within your body. There has been a slight decrease in penis size, but remarkably less than is usual for ukes. It is safe to say you have a remarkably large cock for an uke. This is indicative of you keeping much of pleasurable sensation from intercourse as a top. Many bottoms find themselves not enjoying that aspect of sex as much but, I’d bet good money that you will.

“Additionally, you should be careful of any unprotected sex in your anus as it is now connected to your reproductive channel. When your body is injected with semen it will take that and collect it for procreative purposes. Unlike when women existed, there is no procreative cycle. For all sakes and purposes you can be fertile at any time. This is not to say that if you have sex you will become impregnated, but depending on your body’s condition during intercourse you can be more or less susceptible.

“Also, as an uke your body will require sexual release once every three or so months to prevent going into flash. This is extremely important and you need to make sure this is something you monitor. Masturbation, even with the use of a dildo or any other self pleasuring device is insufficient. Your body will be able to tell the difference. This sex doesn’t need to be unprotected, of course, but someone will have to have intercourse with you and achieve full penetration.

“Well, I’m sure a young man doesn’t need an excuse to get laid, ehh? It’s a legitimate reason to head to Neon Street. But in all seriousness, you must ensure you have intercourse. Flash must be taken extremely seriously. Once you go into flash you will lose any control over your body. You will fuck anything that moves. It is the most severe documented instance of animal “heat” we have discovered. You will emit your pheromones around anyone you find and the likelihood of impregnation increases dramatically.

“Now, I’m sure this is a lot to take in so I’ll leave you some time to let it soak in. I’ll keep the vultures and any visitors away for a couple of hours. You are fit to move about and the restroom is that door in the corner. Take a bath, change your clothes, enjoy some “you” time. If you need anything at all, the button above your bed will page a nurse and they will fetch me immediately. Dinner will be brought to you in about three hours, at which point I am sure your father up there will want to speak with you. Until then, your time is your own.”

Just as quickly as he came the doctor left. Richard didn’t even get to ask his name. Not knowing what to do, he thought about the incredible news the doctor had brought. He’d had lost a month. Well that sucked. And his transformation was official. No last minute rescues. Flash too. He hadn’t really thought about that. As the men had taken him in the woods he really hadn’t thought about the future. Some dim part of his mind just figured he would go on with his life. He wouldn’t have to be a bottom, he could jest stay a top for the most part. Flash meant he would have to be fucked by someone several times a year. Fuck.

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Wowsa! Never thought this would be so popular. Whod’ve thunk? With so many people interested I couldn’t help but write another chapter. Hope you enjoy. A warm welcome to Charles, the hot, older gentleman of our story. Don’t let fact that he’s older fool you. He still has plenty of years ahead of him and will no doubt make the best of them (if you catch my drift; hint, hint, wink, wink). After this I plan to write another chapter for my story Of Love, lies, and Dreamers, so hang tight. More is on the way. To all those people who were kind enough to review you have my thanks. I’m glad you like the story and hope you enjoy chapter two. Your encouragement is greatly appreciated. Guess that’s all from this end. Hope to see everyone soon.