Chapter F
Deep Penetration
On the morning of May 26th, Flint enters the office of Captain James.
James: Ah, Detective Flint. You are back. Reporting for duty I hope?
Flint: Yes, sir. I took your advice. Dick stuck where it needed to be, so to speak. The system cleared, and the case closed. I haven’t been more ready for proper work than in a long while.
James: Outstanding. No need to disclose any details. Hopefully, you learned something from these last few days. We are not perfect men, sometimes we get distracted by the wrong things and trappings of the modern world, and let that blunt our efficiency.
Flint: Wise words. What do you have for me?
James: Not much. A noise complaint about a small party last evening in the Park. So go there, put some oil on troubled waters, lend an ear to some annoyed lady venting, maybe slap a rule-breaker on the wrist if appropriate, that kind of stuff. Maybe trivial but…
Flint: Even in the smallest detail there is an opportunity to serve the mission. I’m on it.
Flint's Journal, Entry, Evening May 26th
My last entry proved not to be the last one after all. Here I am, writing my thoughts and recollections in the same old Journal that has been with me for years, while under fire, HALO jumping into enemy territory, chewing dirt under a camouflage blanket doing reconnaissance, as well as in my moments of boredom and depression.
The same Journal, but the man I was, am and is yet to become has changed. More so now than in a long time.
And yes, as odd as it may seem considering where I left off, I write as a detective in good standing under Captain James’ command. Ostensibly that is.
I will recount the regenerative events that brought me back to the station as a man.
Shortly after having written my previous journal entry, I punched in the code — 4777 — and the door to the palace unlocked. I was inside the place that no map said was supposed to be there. Yet there I was. Target penetration accomplished.
It was dark and a faint smell of wood, warm water and smoke reached my nose. I listened for signs of approaching danger. Nothing. Since I was in no immediate danger I stood still and waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I felt my heartbeat — an insistent knocking on my chest.
I advanced, methodically, carefully and ready to grapple and subdue if the man I encountered required such action. And if I encountered Nels… not even now, when I can invent some clever-sounding rationalization, am I able to describe what I had in mind would happen. I had to get my hands on him, that much was certain. What was supposed to follow was something of another realm of reasons, unknown to me at the time. I carried on regardless.
I reached a staircase leading down to the cellars. For a brief moment, I heard a moan from downstairs — that kind of irresistible happy-boy moan. Understandably, I stepped onto the stairs and followed its helical downward arc.
The design of the place I entered was hard to classify. There was granite stone, sandstone and marble that blended with oak, rosewood and fir, shaped in ways and styles that looked traditional somehow, but not by any single tradition I knew of. But so far, no humans. Only seductive echoes of a boy feeling happy. A good and proper fuck was in progress nearby — that was an easy classification task given the sensory data.
I followed the sounds, through the meandering, dark and scented corridors. In short order, I found the lustful source. From my vantage point, hidden in the dark and behind some columns, I saw four boys, bent over and nude on a large sandstone table, and behind them four strong and naked men moving at a steady rhythm. It was the perfect rhythmic motion, careful, well-aimed, loving and forceful.
These were asses with that perfect grip that the men took their sweet time to enjoy and exercise. And no wonder. Each boy was delicate and wonderful, fit and cocky, tough and playful. They were truly living creatures. No wonder the echoes of their joy were so enchanting.
I blame the alluring qualities of the asses on display because it took me a full minute of mouth-watering voyeurism before I realized one of the boys enjoying the deep dick-action in his shapely butt was the same Latino boy featured in Nels’ social media feed. The arc of that ass, the smooth shiny surface, its bouncy response to hard dick — so sublime — no wonder it took a while before my attention reached his face and playful curly hair. He was a fine young man, the complete package, and as predicted, he was loving it, that is, his position on the bottom. Ass that good belongs on a pedestal to be longingly admired for millennia — the Greeks were right.
Nels was not one of the other three boys, however. I knew beyond all doubt though that Nels was here. Behind any corner or door, on top of a bed or table, on his back, side or belly, a fully nude Nels would be waiting for me. I just had to find him, get my hands on him… and then do what that man is doing to Nels’ Latino boyfriend, I thought to myself and gave that ass another loving inspection.
That was when I heard footsteps further down a dimly lit corridor. Naked feet were walking on a stone floor just a few feet away.
And then, for the briefest of moments, illuminated by a faint ray of light in the distance, I saw the back of the fully nude boy walking away from me with a gilded tray of cups in his hands, about to head up some stairs.
It has not been exhaustively documented in the forensic science literature, though it is well-known among a certain set of elite men, that every sweet and pretty piece of ass is as unique and traceable to individual humans as fingerprints or DNA. Some men require little more than milliseconds to establish that association. Although I could not enumerate what feature, curve, muscle, goose bump or hue settled the matter, I could nonetheless infer with complete certainty: that ass was Nels’ ass. The pictures and testimony of his personality, which had been my singular focus, day and night, for the last week, left no doubt in my mind about whose exquisite buttocks I saw move in the distance.
It was exactly as delicious as I knew it would be. My eyes were fixed on that ass. And even though those strong full and firm handfuls of boy's buttocks did not part to reveal the treasure between them, that love muscle practically tugged me by dick towards it.
The least shocking confession in this Journal: I was crazy horny, I had to feel him.
Nels was too far away for me to call for his attention. So at the greatest speed I could muster without detection, I moved to the stairs he had ascended. I heard his footsteps so I rushed up.
The sudden brightness of the room I entered blinded me. I stopped to regain my composure and figure out in what direction Nels had moved.
“Detective Flint. Welcome. Please, take a seat. There is a matter to be settled.”
That voice is unforgettable. Such heft. It was of course the Sovereign. At that moment I only knew I had been caught. I looked at him fast, searching for weakness and egress — fight or flight, an almost as primordial and refined instinct as poke and stroke.
“Have no fear. Since you visited the Boy at the Round Table and peeped in the bushes at two of my men, we have followed your path, step by step. If harming you was our goal, we would not have waited this long. Be logical, take a seat,” the Sovereign said.
Along the walls of the room stood a few other men. Each man was hardened and grizzled, each of whom alone I assessed as a tough opponent in hand-to-hand combat. So I sat down in an armchair across from the Sovereign, a large oak table between us. My room to maneuver had narrowed.
“Each of you follows a circuitous and unique route to my domain. The organic forms of nature never fail to surprise despite the seeming monotony from which you men spawn. When I learnt the detective in charge of Nels’ disappearance had taken such extraordinary action in pursuit of Nels, I was prepared to be surprised. Rather than submitting the standard report, you put in honourable, strong, tangible effort to find the missing boy.”
“Where is he? I demand to interact with him. First-hand truth, no fabrications or digital smokes and mirrors. You thought those knitted sweaters would deceive me?” I replied sternly to the Sovereign’s musings.
“On the contrary. But yes, actions first, words later, are your way. Nels will give you first-hand truth,” said the man untroubled by my attempt to appear threatening. He waved his right hand slightly.
With immediate effect, a curtain moved aside, and Nels walked out in the light. His gaze was on me, his eyes more alluring than one week ago when I first saw them in those forlorn and crestfallen photographs he had shared on his social media. But unlike those photographs, Nels carried himself with a newfound confidence. A strong soul, a cocky spirit, shone through his gaze and moving muscles.
Another distinct feature of the virile manly splendour of Nels was the total nudity. Nels the Naked — a man so much more potent than Nels the Social Critique, Nels the Pursuer of Educational Certifications, and Nels the Veiled In High Saturation Filters combined. Except for a golden chain around his neck, his body was covered by nothing. It was all firmness and perkiness and hardness in the right places.
“Go to Flint. Give him first-hand truth,” said the Sovereign and Nels obeyed and walked close to me.
I could smell Nels as he approached. Around his body was some mineral fragrance, as if he had just stepped out of the saline waters of the Mediterranean or some pristine tropical ocean. There was no doubt in my mind that had I in that moment reached out and sucked on his tender, smooth skin, it would have been just the right kind of salty.
“Nels, I have pursued you since your disappearance. I need to know you are well, and that no foul play has taken place. Are you here by your own free will and able to leave?” I asked him. I leaned forward in my armchair, reached out and touched the side of his belly. I suppose I would have politely called it a comforting touch by an authority figure. The true reason lurking beneath the polite facade was that I needed to form a tangible connection with his naked body. He was so warm and precious.
“I have been told about your pursuit. I don’t think anyone has bothered even one-tenth as much about me as you have — at least not in the outside world. I am grateful. And that you spanked Martin silly and gave Charlie a fat dick to suck on makes me even happier,” said Nels and flexed his pelvis such that his semi-erect penis bobbed up. The boy smiled a naughty smile when that motion reflexively made me look. That little sex monster — I get the wild fuck urge here in my apartment just thinking about it!
“Are you held here against your will? In violation of the law?” I asked, doing my very best to play my role of enforcer of state and federal law.
“You forgot to ask if I am happy and purposeful because I am. I have submitted to something greater. By the laws that matter, all is well. Never have I faced as many challenges and forces that push, pull and grind against me, body and soul. And never have I been more alive and complete. I belong here… and so do you.”
At this point, Nels turned around, climbed up on the oak table and bent over. His knees were on the tabletop and wide apart, his face was down by the sturdy oak and his buttocks — those generous handfuls of power and pleasure — parted to reveal his pretty pink butthole. It was a proper butt offering.
Reflex and instinct moved my body. I stood up and my hand glided over his butt cheeks and squeezed. Nothing can make the nerve-endings of my palm tingle as much as the touch of premium boy ass, and Nels was as premium as boys come. And like the precise and necessary laws of celestial mechanics, those tingles moved with complete certainty down to my groin. So I groped and felt his flesh again, pressed my force against him.
Nels turned his head and looked up at me with an impish smile. What a cocky, spirited boy, full of the tastiest juices and that undiluted fighting attitude of the best men. I had to pound him, command him, feel him.
I am no exhibitionist, yet oddly enough, the audience of men around us did not bother me. Instead, they made me more determined. I had to make otherworldly sex magic with this boy and make the loudest passions come true. I was determined to flex my prowess. Nels was the perfect challenge to showcase my mastery of primordial command and manhood.
I unbuckled the belt and dropped the pants fast. Considering all the varied stimuli I had been subject to in the last day and night — or, frankly, the whole previous week — I was as hard and eager for ass as the limits of the human body allow. So I felt nothing but joy as I placed my hands around Nels’ hips and pulled him close, such that his butt slapped against my dick and balls. A butt-naked boy down there is truly glorious.
He wiggled his butt. The shaft of my dick was slapped to the left and right by Nels’ amazing buttocks. Such a wonderful lively ass! It was time to dial up the force.
I leaned down and wrapped my righthand arm around his chest. I pulled him up closer to me, toyed with his nipples and pecs, and I put my mouth against his neck and sucked and licked that tender and warm skin. Yes, he was just the right kind of salty. He had been dipped in the most amazing intoxicating liquids, his flesh delicately prepared. What a considerate boy. He deserved a reward — a nice fat throbbing reward.
I normally like to give boys a bit of foreplay. Tease them a bit. See their trepidation as I slap my dick against them, make them realize what is about to penetrate them, and the tools I wield in my mission to make them happily sore and painfully tingly. In Nels' case, I had to make an exception — I had to fuck right then and there.
And so I did. I pushed against his butt and after a few hip and butt adjustments by Nels, as the good boy he was, I was inside. That warm and tight grip grabbed hold of me and squeezed me in the best way possible. Both Nels and I had to grunt — our bodies were about to take over, run on full sweat fuck animal brain mode.
I steadied myself, gave him time to relax, and then I leaned in close and whispered.
“I got my hands on you now. You have been in my mind, teasing me senseless. I have come to collect my dues and create some true manhood action. It is not a choice. It is duty.”
“I have my ass around you. I am pretty sure I am the one who’s going to collect. So what about that manhood action… the world needs it,” Nels replied and with a side glance looked up at me with a pretty horny smirk only a cocky boy eager to be impaled on hard fat dick can bring into this world.
I licked his neck one more time, and I pushed deep inside him. Words cannot adequately capture how good it felt. It was not just a matter of tightness, firmness, warmness and smoothness, but also about spirit, soul and sound.
A few thrusts in and out of sweet Nels were all it took — I lost control. Gone were the polite role-play and egalitarian sensibilities. I went wild. It was in my power to plow this sweet ass, spank those prime pieces of boy’s buttocks, grab and grope the chest, arms, thighs and all forms of well-honed muscles Nels was blessed with, kiss, lick and bite neck and ears of this precious boy.
And what was in my power to claim, I claimed. No excuses.
Within minutes of our raw animal exchange, I had this boy screaming with pleasure as the ass pounding, torso hugging, and neck licking gave him a full-body orgasm. But this was not over. I had to continue. Nels was so fine and otherworldly that he unleashed the days, weeks — years possibly — of the most potent manly urges that had built up inside me like highly flammable fuel.
So I kept at it. It burned so good in my body. Undiluted male power and hunger rushed through my body. And affection… loads of it.
Good that the table was of a solid oak construction. From my force on top of him, Nels’ face and torso were at this point pressed into the wood. His last remaining muscle effort he put into arching his lower back and that way keeping his ass raised, ready and receiving. His sweet butt was so perfectly gripping and massaging my dick I grunted “so good boy, so good.” Not the most stirring poetry, but the truth is often simpler than we like to believe. And Nels gave me simple, yet profound, truth in abundance.
My memory is a bit hazy I admit. But after further grunts, pushes and squeezes, I felt that unmistakable tension inside me and I pushed my load from the deepest recesses of the balls into Nels. I properly stress-tested his physique with my final thrusts. And truth be told, Nels had put my muscles and stamina through the wringer. No wonder great ass has crippled many lesser men throughout history and conversely empowered the great ones.
Then I collapsed on him. The little energy I had left to move my body I used to kiss and nibble on his ears and face. So lively. So sweet. So prime.
“Be with me. Be with us,” whispered the exhausted boy.
After our heart rates had stabilized, I leaned back into the armchair. Nels snuggled up close to me. He put his face into my chest and nuzzled himself in there.
I looked around us. There was the Sovereign across the table with his steady gaze. The men standing around the room seemed awed. Several of them had visible erections poking at their pants. And a handful of undressed boys had also joined while I had plowed Nels into moaning submission. That included the Latin boy who had been posing with Nels in the photographs (Victor, I learnt later, was his name) as well as that cute Asian natural-born bottom who had enjoyed some big dick in the alcove less than an hour ago (Ken, was his name). They were smiling with such satisfaction as if my manhood had prodded their insides.
“Imagine that force doing good, far and wide. Hard work. Strict discipline. Manly creations. Great power,” said the Sovereign. Nels bit into my chest playfully. I slapped his butt.
The plain truth is I felt elated. I was relieved as old burdens had been removed and true pleasure had been felt. I was simultaneously recharged and ready to assert myself and spring into action as new burdens were offered. There was an unspoken promise of something worthwhile and virtuous.
I squeezed Nels’ naked body, and pushed us closer together. This boy was bursting with the most potent stuff. I liked to tickle it all from him. Command him. Do good and strong things with him, and by all means, with his handsome brothers as well.
“In the invisible cracks, in the plane unseen, my men observe, create, alter and act. Doormen and doctors and many more, the inconspicuous and steady, all in pursuit of excellence and service to the mission, even in the smallest of details. Not the grand and abstract, but the granular and tangible, where you can feel the warmth of the pumping blood.”
There was not much more said after those words by the Sovereign. I spent the rest of the evening and night at his palace. It felt like a strange homecoming. At least it was pleasurable beyond imagination — Nels and his brothers Ken and Victor were a true joy to behold and feel. Strong young men on a good path always make me happy, and not only when their sweet asses are wrapped snuggly around my dick.
Nels belonged within this palace, there was no doubt about that. Yet I felt a moment of longing. Part of me still wanted to grab the boy and ride with him on my stallion into the wilderness where I would make sweet love to him under the starry sky among the corn and wheat of the bountiful prairie.
Doctor Matthew and I spoke as well. I did not quite learn when they had become aware of my efforts, and what acts they had taken that led me to Nels butt. Doctor Matthew was an insightful man — on that, there was no doubt. He argued that I should return to the city and resume my ordinary duties at the NYPD. From there I could serve the mission, he suggested.
Maybe I will. What does that even mean? Something has changed, I can sense as much. I do not look at the world in the same way. Inside my body and soul, a dormant fire has found new fuel. Have I lost perspective? Or have I gained it?
These high-minded meditations are momentary, though. Thoughts about Nels, naked and action-packed, are always quick to take their place. Hot boys are known to have that effect.
In three days I am to go to the Sovereign’s palace again. Nels had been very insistent about that. He promised he was going to work out very well so he could give me even more premium ass, he said. I do not doubt him. His promise has made my dick and balls feel extra heavy all day. Good strong purposeful stuff.
THE END
