Well...the Beast laid it out, sweet and simple. It wanted more men like that dancer from Vegas. He was the exact right proportion of muscle, water and fat, and unencumbered by any enhancers.
“The human with your semen in him,” he said, “utilized them to enhance his physique. Even with your...let us say, use of him, he was acceptable only as fuel. Not sustenance.”
“So no super duper guys?” I asked. “How’s that gonna work? I mean, if you’re gonna offer a selection on a menu for the passing critters...”
“Critters?” And Adonis looked very confused.
“Um...just a cute way of referring to the...uh...well, the extraterrestrials who’ll be dropping in as customers.”
Adonis nodded, and he was so fucking gorgeous doing it, I really wished he was real.
You would do well to end that train of thought.
Fuck! “Can’t I have any thoughts to myself?”
“No,” he said, aloud. “But if you are so desperate, you may make use of the last one left before we send him back.”
“Last one?” Then I turned to look at The Kid. He was still strung up and seemed to be having a mind-reality break of some kind. And he was amazingly cute. Then send him back hit my brain. “What d’you mean?”
“We will return him to be found, as we did the older one. His ratio, while purer, was too much fat and water to muscle.”
“Oh. He went alive?”
“Dirc, use your intelligence.”
Meaning, of course not. Dead men can’t answer questions or raise suspicions...well, not if done correctly. But wait a minute! If I fucked the cute guy, leaving my semen up his ass, and an autopsy was done, that might be problematic.
Unless his body is found much later, decomposed.
“So he’s not good for food or fuel?” I asked.
“He is too young and lean.”
“Not even a low-calorie serving?”
“We have no need for that.”
“Can I keep him?” popped out of me before I could even think of it.
“Why?”
I shrugged. “Companionship? Sex toy? Assistant?”
Adonis had that confused look on his face, again, then he said, “But you will have these to assist you.”
And five more of me stepped from the wall, exact replicas, right down my dick and balls. Meaning yes, they were all naked.
Which was weird.
“They will carry out any instructions you give them.”
“Damn, you made six of me just since I’ve been up here?”
“No. These were prototypes we built from samples of your semen. We thought we could replicate your regenerative effects, with them. But we were unsuccessful. The version I returned to the wreck was made directly from you...and closer to what we needed but still limited.”
“Wait, wait, wait...are you gonna keep trying to make me?”
“Of course. And others.”
That is when three of the Dancer joined the five of me, also completely naked and looking big, buff and hot.
Adonis pointed to the one closest to him and said, “Rather than use him for fuel or sustenance, he became our core sample and also provided some of your semen.”
The only thing I could think to say was, “If you can grow your own meat, why do you need me?”
“The replicas are not fully human and are too artificial in their nutrients. We do not yet know how to grow them to your level. But I do know that you depositing your seed into the dark-skinned one...”
“Uh, we call ‘em black or African-American.”
He rolled his eyes. “Why does that matter to me? I care nothing about your petty or racist attitudes, if that is the correct word. It was merely a description. And had he not been filled with those chemicals, he would have made a fine meal for a Lanigiro. They rarely travel, but when they do they do enjoy overabundance in their sustenance. For some reason, your semen in that man mitigated the problematic aspects enough to make him sufficient for fuel.”
“You already told me that.”
“In less detail, yes.” Then he stopped and gave me a look of the purest contemplation, like what Einstein might have had while figuring out the theory of relativity. Then he went to the five of me and led one to the table. It went without the least hesitation, like an automaton.
And it stood there. Naked.
And I finally got a good look at my ass.
I mean, yeah, I’d seen it in mirrors and even took a picture once on my phone to get an idea of how it was. But to see it in person like someone other than me might see it? That was wild.
Because I had an amazing ass. Not a bubble-butt; just well-shaped, flowing from my lower back and hips into a form that begged to be felt and fondled and even fucked.
Go ahead.
I cast a sharp glance at Adonis. He was looking back, his face filled with curiosity. Suddenly, I felt like a lab rat. I hesitated, because it was me I was about to molest. But I wanted to know what my ass felt like to other people. And I might not get another chance to fuck myself.
So I slipped up behind me and ran my hands over my butt. And oh, fuck, did it feel nice. Smooth. Neither firm nor jiggly, just perfect.
Man, did this only add to my growing opinion of myself.
Fill it.
The motherfucker...he was pushing me to fuck myself. While I’d often used that phrase on others...and it had been used on me more than once...I’d never thought it literally possible. But here we were. And not only was I thinking about it...my dick was basically saying, Hell, yeah, let’s go.
Seriously, caressing my ass was turning me on, and my hard-on was bouncing up between the clone’s legs, raring to go. Then a couple of tentacles drifted from the walls, took the clone-me by the wrists and pulled me down to lean over the table, exposing what was really my ass to perfect effect.
They do not struggle, unlike the others. No crying, begging or angry words. Is that acceptable to you?
No. I slapped my ass, hard. I did not even flinch. I rested my now-raging dick between my cheeks and leaned in to say, “Fight me, you fuck. Fucking fight me.”
My clone began to breathe hard and tried to twist away. Shifted my ass from my dick, my voice a vague whimper of protest. No words; just whimpering and whining. I looked down and saw tentacles had wrapped around the clone-me’s ankles and, since the table had no legs, held him in place. Held me in place...my clone in place.
Shit, this was getting to be confusing.
I lay against myself and formed my belly and chest to my back, and I fit me, perfectly. Of course. Also, my dick grew harder between the cheeks of my ass as I slipped my hands around my body to pinch at my tits. I struggled against me, my ass clenching and shifting, making my dick even harder. The whimpering and breathing grew quick and shallow.
Oh my God, how lovely it was. How complete. You’d never have thought I’d fucked a man less than an hour ago, I was so primed for this.
I finally rose, positioned my dick against my hole, and slowly pushed in. Which was so glorious in feeling, I nearly swooned. I grunted and whined and still struggled, but not strongly enough to get free or yank myself away from my dick.
And so...I fucked myself.
Long and slow and deep.
My hands on my hips, holding me in place. My thumbs digging into my cheeks. Deeper and longer and slower...then faster and faster as wave after wave of beauty swept over me, bigger and more demanding.
Wanting more.
And more.
And more.
Until finally I burst and cried out and exploded within myself. Over and over and over and...
And finally felt myself drifting back. Withdrawing from my ass as I was about to shoot more cum into me. Realized the cords were guiding me. Felt a tentacle wrap itself around my softening dick, take my last spurt upon itself, and wipe me clean. Then it released me and I staggered to lean against the wall by The Kid.
He was looking at me as if I were a raving madman, and I don’t doubt he was right.
I looked back at myself in time to see the well-fucked me being taking into the wall by the tentacles. “Did I? Did I just...make me...into food, for you?”
“We shall see. Tests must be run.”
“So right now I...I’m just a sampler plate...”
“I can already say you have initiated metabolic changes in your clone. What they turn out to be, we shall see.”
I wound up leaning against The Kid. Caressed his belly and his pecs. They all felt nice. Right. And with his eyes crushed closed, he actually looked sweet.
“I really do want to keep him,” I said.
“Why?”
“I just do.”
“We shall see. Much depends on the final reorganization of your clone.”
“Yeah, right...will I be rare, medium or well-done?”
I was able to stand upright before The Kid, by this point, so took his face in my hands. He looked at me, terrified, so I murmured, “I’m not gonna hurt. Could never hurt you. I’m just gonna try something. See about something.” And I kissed him, long and deep.
Then I unbuttoned his uniform shirt, slowly.
He let out sharp little whimpers, in protest.
I opened it. Moved back to see a nice CK t-shirt, under it. I lifted that up to reveal a lovely set of abs and pair of pretty pecs, each with a lovely tit surrounded by a swish of hair.
I sucked on his right one, first, making him squirm and grunt and whine a little. Especially when I flicked it with my tongue. Then I kissed my way over to the left one and did the same.
My hands caressed up and down his sides until I unbuckled his utility belt to let it drop, followed by the belt around his uniform pants. I unbuttoned the pants and drew down the zipper. He was held in such a way as prevented the pants from just falling down his legs, so I slipped my right hand inside them to grope his dick and balls...and oh, did they fill my hand nicely. I also noted he was wearing CK briefs. I could tell by how fine the cotton fabric was.
I pulled the elastic down and around to behind his balls, releasing them and his dick...and let my lips caress down his treasure trail to his pubes before I pulled back to look at him. And I was not disappointed.
He didn’t have a dick; he had a penis that was nice and fat and sloped away from his pubes and balls, with lovely veins and a perfectly proportioned head on it. He was cut...and was exactly what I wanted.
I slipped my lips over the head of him, swirling my tongue around it. Sucked on it. Maneuvered my mouth around it. Stroked his shaft with my left hand as I rolled his balls with my right. I knew I was having a good effect by the way his ass would clench and his hips would shift.
In moments, he was hard as a rock, but I was in no rush. I took him up to the point of no return then let my lips kiss back up his treasure trail to his navel as my hands mauled his ass. Waited a few moments then started in, again.
Five times I did that to him, till he was all but weeping with need. Then I plunged in on him and sucked hard and fast and pulled at his balls and tickled his pubes and soon he gasped and seconds later fired into my mouth. Again and again. Each time giving the softest of groans.
I kept sucking on him, even after he was drained, making him cry out from the feel of it. The beauty of it spread through me, like your first cup of coffee in the morning, giving over that caffeine rush you need so you can face the day. Sweet and easy and...well, actually very supportive.
And unlike any drugs I’d ever done.
When I let go, I looked up at him, and he was even lovelier than before. I looked around to find Adonis was watching me, still impassive. And I thought about this crazy little song—I think it was British—something about him being my second cup of fruity pebbles in the morning.
I had to chuckle at how weird that was.
“I want to keep him,” I said.
Adonis frowned, but in a contemplative way. “Will you reserve your semen for those we choose as sustenance?”
I nestled his crotch with my face, saying, “Yes.”
“Will you also drink their semen?”
I had to frown at that. “You had me doing it twice on each guy, so how many...”
Adonis shook his head. “We have learned once is sufficient.”
“What does it do, for them?”
“Nothing. It feeds into your new self. Enhances a part of you that then enriches your semen, which then enriches them. We have traced changes in your metabolism...no, not that...in your genetic code, during this. We still hope to, eventually, replicate you, in full.”
“And then what?”
“This will not occur overnight, so if you’re smart, you will be very rich, by then. And can do as you wish.”
I looked up at The Kid and asked, “What’s your name?”
It took some effort but he managed to say, “Cliff.” Then he drew in a deep breath and gasped out, “C-C-Clifford Mason.”
“I’m Dirc...Warren Dircum.”
“I-I-I know.”
“Of course.” He was one of the guards. Jesus, Dirc...
“You gonna fuck me like you did Aman?”
So that was Stud’s name. “No. Never. So long as you’re with me, no one will. Will you stay with me? I can keep you alive.”
“You-you can?”
I nodded.
He looked at Adonis. “What about...what about him?”
“He and I are partners, but you’d be with me, alone. Okay?”
He nodded, quick and jerky. I knew he only planned to be with me until he could find a way to escape, but I figured if I worked my blowjobs right, he’d be more open to sticking around.
So I looked at Adonis and said, “It’s a deal. Now what?”
“Now we gather livestock.”
And I knew he did not mean cattle.
