Unexpected

Years ago, in their endless quest to destroy themselves, humans designed a virus that killed all women. It was nearly the not so glorious end of a not so glorious race. But the only thing that can approach a human’s desires to kill itself is a human’s desire to live. So, in a monumental achievement of scientific ingenuity, one man gave human males the ability to bear children. By altering our biochemistry he made all males able to fill either the male or female role.

Through this change, when a young man starts puberty his body enters the determinative stage. Based on the role he fills when he starts having sex his body will change accordingly. When he ejaculates in, or is ejaculated in, with three partners his body becomes alter to better allow him to fill his role. Most notably the uke (the bottom or receiving position in sex) will become capable of bearing children. In addition to this, however, both positions become capable of exuding pheromones that make their opposite more susceptible to them.

These pheromones have aphrodisiac like qualities which make the uke more receptive to the ministrations of a seme (the top or giving position in sex) and the seme similarly have a greater desire for the uke. While still in the determinative stage, an individual is receptive to the pheromones of both semes and ukes, so the possibility of a person filling either position exists early on. While susceptible to either type of pheromone in this stage, genetics and personal inclination make an individual more or less susceptible to a specific position, and as such able to make a choice in which lifelong role they will take. Nonetheless, because they are vulnerable to the influence of both tops’ and bottoms’ pheromones, young men must be closely guarded to prevent them from changing to early or becoming a seme or uke against their will.

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Branches whipped across Richard’s arms as ran through the wooded estate outside his friend’s home. Long strands of chestnut brown hair fell into his eyes but were quickly brushed away. His breath came in ragged, gasping heaves from all the running he had been doing. No stranger to exercise, as a member of his school’s tennis team, he was still unable to keep up a full paced dash for so long. The well tanned muscles of his calves burned from the unending struggle. His lean form cut through the woods will all the strength his fright filled body could muster.

He was no push over, but even at 5’ 11” the men had been intimidating to him. His body was muscular like a swimmer was, to give him strength along with mobility on the court. These men were mountains of flesh, layers of muscle on muscle and the height to fill out those muscles. He needed to get to safety. Yet, the woods went on forever in the “garden,” his friend Richard’s stupid name for his back yard. Gardens had flowers and maybe a tomato or some basil. This was a forest, and it seemed to go on forever. He had long ago lost sight of the estate

How had a simple stroll outside gone so wrong? The boring conversations and grating music of the party had been driving him up a wall, so he excused himself for some fresh air. When he stepped onto the veranda he saw the flashing of a light somewhere in the darkness and had gone to inspect it. That was where it had all gone wrong. His body guards had fallen to the ground for no discernable reason. Looking around he saw several men stepping out of the building where he himself had just exited from. One of them held a gun in his hand. Richard looked at the men who were supposed to be protecting him again and saw pools of blood beginning to form. Knowing he was in trouble Richard did the only sensible thing to do when bad men are coming after a young man in his determinative stage. He ran.

And that was how he ended up in this godforsaken strip of hell. He didn’t even have anything covering his feet, which at the moment were no doubt raw and bleeding. Realizing that speed was not going to be enough to gain his freedom he began changing direction at random intervals, even circling in on his own flight path. This, to his great joy, seemed to be working because he could no longer hear the sounds of pursuit

As he dodged around a bend of trees, however, his flight was brought to an abrupt stop when he ran into one of his pursuers. The big man wrapped his muscular arms around the frightened boy to prevent any efforts at escape. In spite of the huge size difference between Richard and his captor the boy began a futile struggle to escape. He knew that if he didn’t escape soon his fate would be out of his hands. Even as that thought crossed his mind the man’s dominant pheromones began to have their effect. Richard’s body lost its tension as a flood of warmth spread along his nerve endings. His clothing began to feel too tight on his already aching body. The cloth of his shirt showed the outlines of a pert set of nipples, hardening to the point of painfulness.

The big lummox who had a hold of Richard began grinding his noticeable erection into Richard’s rear and to his shame he rubbed back into the man’s penis, his wanton actions begging for the man to take away what little dignity he had remaining. No longer using the force of his muscles to control the boy, he instead relied upon the power his pheromones would exert on the boy’s overcharged sexual desires. The man continued to slowly dry hump Richard’s ass and began to rub his left hand in circular motions around the smaller boy’s fully erect nipple. At the same time his right hand turned on a hip mounted walkie talkie that he used to communicate with the other kidnappers.

“I have the boy. Lock on to my beacon so we can get this over with. I don’t want it to take any longer than absolute necessary. God only knows when someone will show up and find us. This has to be finished before than”

Through the haze of his pheromone induced longing, Richard realized that these men must be hired to ensure he would be a submissive instead of a dominant like he was supposed to. Moreover, he knew if someone didn’t save him soon that was just what would happen. These men would take him tonight and he would spend the rest of his life taking it from others if he didn’t do something. But as much as he knew he was running out of time he couldn’t bring himself to break free. He needed just one more moment of flesh on flesh. One more caress. One more gentle nip of his ear. How could an ear feel so good? When did a direct connection between his ear and groin open up?

Why was this happening? Why did his father insist he do this the traditional method? If his father had just bought him three people that he could fuck like all his friends he wouldn’t be taking it up the ass himself. Instead his father had insisted that he seduce three men and earn his right to take the top position. And he had been close. So very close. He already had two under his belt, and Robby had been days from giving in to his amorous advances and cementing his life role as a seme.

Instead, he found himself in a position where three men would soon take him and his body’s biochemistry would cement itself to being a bottom. Three was the magic number for this, and he had no doubt there were at least three people in this group who could get the job done. Worse, because his body hadn’t settled into its final aspect, if they were semes like his current captor he wouldn’t be able to put up a fight. He would willingly step into that fate and ask for more while he was at it.

These thoughts, of course, were mostly at a subconscious level. Any regrets, anger, or plans of escape were secondary to the urges of his body. The large seme’s pheromones were well settled at this point and the young boy’s sexual desires were reaching a boiling point. He rubbed his pert ass against the man’s straining erection like a dog in heat. His own erection wept precum at an alarming rate. A strange heat centered in his lower stomach and he couldn’t figure out how to make it abate. His body, on the other hand, did. It continued to encourage the man’s dry humps knowing the only thing that could satisfy it was the man’s large cock thrusting in and out of him. Pressing into that special location and bringing forth the satisfaction he had never known.

The man began to remove Richard’s shorts, sliding them down his thighs with practiced expertise. His fingers stroked along the boy’s legs as he pulled the soft cotton to the ground, lightly urging the boy to lift one foot at a time so the offending cloth could be thrown off to safe distance where it would no longer interfere. Richard’s boxers were embarrassingly wet. Soaked through with precum and a testament to his loss of control. The moist clothing stuck out at an angle from his body as if to emphasize the painful state his penis was in at this point.

Ignoring the area Richard desperately wanted him to touch, his captor reached under his shirt to once again stroke the areola of his nipple. This time he rubbed both nipples at the same time, rubbing circles in opposite directions. The sensation overwhelmed the boy, entirely inexperienced at being the recipient of such ministrations. Although he had given this kind of loving foreplay to his first two conquests, as the dominant person, he had never known the sensations himself. While the feeling was wonderfully sensuous, it still left him wanting.

He desperately wanted to achieve release and started moving his hands to relieve himself. The big seme stopped these efforts with a casual brush of his massive arms. But there was no strength in the motion. None was needed. Richard’s body had no power and while he desperately wanted nothing more than to befoul his boxers with a wild spray of his own cum, he found he lacked the will to resist. The dominant partner in this relationship had expressed his will and Richard could only obey.

Moaning as the hands returned to his chest one of them went straight to his right nipple giving a quick pinch while the other trailed lightly up his stomach. The pressure in his stomach continued to build and his desire had him shamelessly pressing into his captor’s grasp. Richard hardly registered as the shirt was pulled over his head, but when his boxers were removed with a sudden yank he gave a quick gasp. His cock had been pulled down with the moist article and when it was released it sprang to attention, throwing a warm spray of his own precum up his belly.

Cool air blew across his groin. While fall had yet to take spring’s warmth away completely, most anything would seem chilly after the warm confines of those underwear. He thought he should be aflame considering the burning desire that flushed through his brain. He couldn’t understand why the man wouldn’t just let him cum. That singular desire was the sole concern of his entire being. And the carefully restrained strokes along his chest and back and thighs were not enough.

Even as he thought he would explode from impatience, however, a finger brushed across the only area left unexplored. A shiver racked his whole body that had nothing to do with cold and everything to do with desire. The conveniently moistened finger circled the tight hole that would inevitably become the focus of this encounter. Yet even here the man tortured the poor boy, refusing to give satisfaction. It continued to circle without penetrating until the frustrated groans of the horny teen reached a crescendo.

Then, without warning, it was inside him. Thrusting back and forth the digit quickly rubbed against a round nub which sent waives of unknown pleasure through the boy. Sating the warm hunger that had built in his gut for a moment he abruptly came on his chest and stomach. Cum fell across his bare feet and dripped down his still erect penis. His body jerked and shook as the waves of pleasure racked his body. All too soon the high ended and it wasn’t enough. In spite of the sudden ejaculation he was still flooded with an unquenched thirst. The quick brush against his prostate and soft caresses over his body weren’t enough. He never even went limp, still hard as a rock.

The desire he thought would end when he came was just as bad as before. Worse, because he knew there was no simple escape to this hunger. His eyes were filled with tears from the frustration of his situation. At the total lack of control over his body. He wanted release. He needed it more than anything else. But the man hadn’t stopped when he came. He continued to thrust into and out of the teen’s not so virgin ass, stroking the magic spot over and over. He had added a second and third finder to the first while the boy frustrated himself over his inability to abate the yearnings that racked his young body.

The fingers had begun to stretch him when he finally noticed that something was off. While the embarrassingly premature release hadn’t truly abated his body’s overdrive of endorphins it gave him just enough lucidity to release what was happening. Taking the short moment of freedom over his body he tried to escape before he was lost again, but his sudden jerk caused the stretching fingers to brush against that single spot inside of him and he was lost again. The man grabbed a hold of his waist as he tilted away. The force of his initial movement, coupled with a lack of follow through on that movement had him headed face first into the ground, but the man held firmly onto the young boy’s waist.

Removing his fingers (which had the boy moaning once more as the comfortable filling sensation was lost) he used both hands to lay the boy down. As he was assisted to the ground he found himself on soft sheets instead of rough dirt. ‘The other men,’ a sane portion of his mind rationalized, ‘they must have set a towel or sheet here while I was distracted. Oh god, they saw me. They watched as a man entering me made me lose control. How mortifying.’

But even these thoughts couldn’t save him. A warm fist had grabbed a hold of his cock and lips were sucking his nipples. Hands were rubbing across ever inch of his body, massaging, rubbing, kneading. His legs were spread wide by gentle, leading hands, and he opened himself to the coming invasion of his most intimate areas. A slick, moistened appendage slid around his waiting entrance. It teased its way around the destination without actually entering.

Richard’s ass puckered, screaming for his captor to take him, to use him in whatever manner he desired. He now wanted the very thing he had fought so hard to avoid. He walked willingly into the lion’s maw. The man sensing the boy was ripe and ready for the taking set the head of his penis at the entrance of Richard’s ass. Than with a sharp sudden movement he thrust forward.

A sensation, part pain, part pleasure, spread from Richard’s nether regions. After the first quick thrust, however, the man stopped moving. Richard reached forward to pull the man further into himself but the quick hands of his captors kept his own seeking hands from pulling the long appendage further in. Instead kisses spread up and down his over sensitized arms and chest. He longed to have the large cock buried deeply within himself. He only had the head of the cock and it was already excruciatingly blissful. He could barely imagine how great the whole thing would be.

The man realized his prey was ready and began pressing farther in. He explored the deep cavern of Richard’s ass with the abandon of a child on a playground. He pressed farther and farther in, not stopping until thigh touched thigh. His balls knocked gently against the younger boy’s smooth ass cheeks, but there it stopped. He once again rested in one place between the young man’s ass cheeks. He held himself in place hovering over the young bottom, breathing rate steadily increasing as a tight squeezing pressure held him in place.

The warmth nearly undid the man, but he knew he had to keep at this for a while. As much of a hurry as they were in, this couldn’t be rushed. They had orders to not only take the boy, but put him in his newly found place. He was to understand his position had been switched to the submissive role and he would like it. And based on the boy’s repeated moans he didn’t seem to mind all that much. Sure the kid had run away at first, but one whiff of seme pheromones and the boy was hornier than a bitch in heat.

Richard started bucking his hips against his captor to get the man to move, trying with every movement to get the man to brush against that special spot. Anything for that warm flood of sensations that ran straight to his throbbing cock. Richard looked along the trail of his body to where he connected with this unknown man. The semen from his first ejaculation was mingling with the sweat that now covered his body and the softly scented oils that the men were massaging into his skin. It dotted a line to where the other man was currently sheathed. The moist white goo had even leaked down into his clenching ass making additional lubricant.

Rising up from Richard’s body the man’s chiseled abdomen rose and fell with the steady intake of sharp breaths. The smooth skin covering well formed muscles was obviously the product of great physical effort and would leave anyone green with envy if they weren’t too busy goggling his godly shape. A light fringe of hair was just visible over the sight of Richards own bobbing erection, leading to the tuft of light brown hair that would surround the man’s penis. The rest of the man’s chest was free of any hair which accentuated the contours and art like beauty of his body.

Leaning forward, the man’s rippling muscles pressed down onto Richard’s smaller chest as his mouth pressed against the boy he held. His lush lips brushed against lips and a tongue darted forward to trace the outline of Richards mouth. The man met no resistance as he delved into the contours of the boy’s mouth, batting the tongue around, chasing the appendage through the mouth in a contest that had no end.

Richard didn’t know how to reciprocate the kiss. He was used to pressing his own tongue into his partner. Using it as a tool to turn them into a pile of jell-o. Now he found himself at the mercy of another who was one moment firm and pressing, the next slow and cajoling. His captor varied the pace of the kiss to keep the young man off guard and had him moaning within moments. The vibrations of this sound reverberated between their mouths adding a new element to the exchange. The man hummed into the kiss as he heard the boy’s pleasure filled gasps and they swallowed each other’s noises just as they attempted to swallow each other’s tongues.

The kiss went on for what seemed like ages but all too soon the moist appendage withdrew from Richard’s mouth, leaving him wanting so much more. Realizing he had stopped breathing he took in a great mouthful of air. Filling his lungs to capacity, he was reminded of how important it was to breathe. But the kiss… It had taken up every fiber of his being. Everything else had ceased to matter. A man could make a living with that kind of kissing. He wanted another. Ten more for that matter, but he would take one. Just a few more seconds of heaven.

All thoughts of kisses were brought to abrupt stop when the man began withdrawing from Richard’s body. Panicking, he tried to think of what he had done wrong. Desperately trying to fix his error. As if in answer to his prayers the cock stopped, just at the entrance, a hairs breadth from leaving and just as suddenly rammed itself back in. A quick gasp popped out of Richard’s mouth, while a low groan issued from the other man. Then it started again, but with more momentum. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. The man set a steady pace, steadily pressing himself into the younger man.

He knew what he was doing. He knew the exact spot to drive the boy crazy. But he didn’t hit it every time. No, instead he would circle around it, tempting, teasing, approaching, but never touching. Then he would unexpectedly thrust right into his prostate and the process would start over again. Sometimes he would hit twice or even three times. Once he even went through a rapid series of thrust that unendingly pressed in perfectly and the world went white with pleasure. Richard thought he would cry over how good it felt.

“Well boy,” the deep voiced man who was fucking him said, “I guess I’ll stop here. Unless there is something else you want. Do you? Should I continue?”

The boy’s eyes were coated in a lusty haze, but as he realized what the man asked he fought to say no. But as he struggled to relieve himself he was held in place by the men around him. His arms were held in place so he couldn’t stroke himself. His body was held down so he couldn’t even thrust himself onto the cock in his ass that was painfully close to where he wanted it. Still he could keep himself from begging… or so he thought until the man withdrew.

“Nooo,” Richard cried,” please don’t go. More please.”

“More? More what?

“Please?”

“Oh no, those puppy dog eyes won’t work on me. What do you want?”

Richard whispered something.

“Louder. How can we help you if we don’t know what you need?”

“Put it back in.”

“Well that is rather unspecific. I wonder what you mean by it. Go on boy. Nothing to hide. What are you talking about?”

“Your cock! Please! Put it back, I can’t stand it. I’m on fire.”

“Ohhh that! Why didn’t you just say so?”

And with that he pressed back into Richard’s warm cavern. While the boy had been writhing he had applied more lubricant and his newly slicked cock picked up a pace to put the last to shame. The aimed thrusts, designed to prolong the pleasure were replaced with uncontrolled rapid fire thrusts aimed to bring them both to orgasm as quickly as possible. Grunts and moans filed the air, intermingling until they couldn’t tell what noise came from which person. There full attention was focused on warm chasms, clenching around thrusting cocks that pressed deep inside and filled to the brink.

Before Richard could climax the man made a final thrust and stilled. Shudders racked his body and a blissful smile covered his face as he released his load in the warm confines of the lad’s bowels. Waiting a few seconds to finish he withdrew with as much poise as the situation could allow. Richard looked down at the appendage that had left him before he could finish to his own satisfaction. He was amazed to see just how large it was. Even flaccid it was huge. At least 7 inches.

With a smirk the man teased, “not too bad kiddo. You’ve got a nice tight ass. Don’t worry though, there’s plenty more where that came from. Still two more to go. I guess you do deserve some reward though.”

As he moved out of the way for the next man who was positioning himself between Richard’s legs, the boy noticed that the man’s pheromones no longer clouded his breathing quite so much. The aphrodesial hormones the man released had been like fresh chopped cedar and had overpowered anything else. Now a scent of cinnamon and a scent of baking bread filled the air. Though not as powerful as the cedar they were stronger than anything he had experienced. Since he body was still in its determinative stage he had no defenses against dominant pheromones.

The next man entered him as abruptly as the first and based on how filled his ass was he was just as large. Richard might complain if it didn’t feel oh so good to have someone thrusting into him again with such deliberate force.

“Time for your treat kiddo,” said the first man, but Richard didn’t understand. How could there be anything more, he thought when the man blew a hot breath of air against Richard’s unprotected cock. Richard’s body was entirely overwhelmed by the amazing feeling, but the man wasn’t done. Concentrating his breath into a stream of air on the base of the boy’s dick he blew air upward from the base of the cock towards the head. At the same time a single finger trailed between the boy’s balls and up the shaft of the penis, following the brush of air. The light brush of skin against skin, in the wake of the hot breathy wind, was just too much. As if drawn along the path of that finger, Richard’s semen shot straight out of his dick. Spraying across his body in hot, ropy strands, the boy was soon covered in the content of balls’ aching release.

“Always gotta fuck with ‘em, don’t ya boss,” said the man who was busily thrusting into Richard with harsh grunts during the boy’s ejaculation.

“Ha, well you’ve got to enjoy your work,” was the man’s jovial reply. This mattered little to Richard , however, because as he finished his release he blacked out. The stimulus was too much for him to handle and as a result he didn’t have to endure the rest of the men fucking him. He wouldn’t wake until many hours later, when it was too late to do anything.

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Thank you for reading. I had been bouncing around this idea in my head for some time but had planned on waiting until I finished (shameless plug ahead) Of Love, Lies, and Dreamers. I realized, however, that A.) the story was taking longer than I ever dreamed it would and 2.) I wasn’t even getting to any smex yet. This was originally intended to be a celebration for getting my first 1000 hits (woo hoo!). Instead it grew into the monster it now is, but hopefully everyone will enjoy it. Look forward to more of both of these stories in the (crosses fingers) near future.

PS I officially gave into peer pressure and joined many of my fellow AFF writers in putting my notes at the end of stories. Curse you pack mentality!