KASYN, THE SPUNK-PRINCE
Jaustin sweltered and swooned under the radiant skin-heat of the spunk-angel of Mars, under the glossy lust-erect wings and sweet-spicy fuck-funk of the new Emperor Jade-Mothra. “Your pretty body fascinates me, Earth-boy,” said the angel. “All these ornate drawings upon your soft skin.” Jaustin laughed at the absurdity: that his very fit and inked but still utterly “normal” body was somehow fascinating to this winged man. The angel probed Jaustin’s belly and flank and chest and armpits with his fingers and also with his wing tips. A wing tip left shiny droplets of sex-ichor on the hairs of the dark trail between his navel and his pubic thatch. Occasionally, when tickled, Jaustin giggled and squirmed.
To Jaustin, Jade-Mothra’s body was the thing that was fascinating: aside from the exoticism of the wings, the angel’s other limbs seemed almost too long, and so cut with muscle definition as to seem like something wholly implausible, almost like he was a living manga character; and his belly rippled with what seemed like too many abs; and his prick was perhaps not any thicker than Jaustin’s but it was at least three inches longer. It hung stiff between them almost parallel to both their bellies, terminating in a thick blunt hooded arrowhead that made Jaustin’s asshole clench at the thought of it breaching his hole. Jaustin would have reached up to touch it by now, but the angel playfully pinned his wrists to the mattress beneath them.
“I have heard,” said Jade-Mothra, “that Prince Kyler has a son who has a pussy like a girl, and that a male can make him pregnant.”
“You know about Naxon?” Jaustin was surprised. “It’s not been that long since his, uh, gender-revision procedure.”
“So it’s true!” Jade-Mothra fluffed his feathers and Jaustin felt and tasted a fine spray fall on his face. “I’d like to fuck such a boy and fill him full with my white juice and see if he’ll make a baby with wings for me.”
“Yes, that would be amazing! In fact, I have fucked him.” Jaustin’s dick stiffened further and twitched at the recollection of losing a hot slick nut inside Naxon’s clenching vaj. “I knocked him up and he would have had my pup but their doctor gave him a drug to stop it. I was punished for fucking him without wrapping my cock. That was right before I left for Mars.”
Jade-Mothra lowered his face to Jaustin’s, but stayed just far enough away that their lips could not meet. “And how did they punish you?”
“Prince Kasyn beat my ass with a wooden paddle, and then he and Prince Kyler’s five sons gang-fucked me.”
“They raped you as your punishment?”
“No! Well, I was totally cool with it, anyway, and it was better than the paddle. That shit hurt!And I would not have told them no anyway. And even if I had, it was six on one, you know? And these are some pretty tough boys. They would have had their way with me one way or another for sure.”
The angel grinned. “I am alone with you—one on one—but I have thrice your physical strength. If I wanted to have my way with you, I could do so no matter how much you fought it.”
Jaustin laughed. “Believe me, I’m not going to fight you! In fact, I’m lying here underneath you wondering if you are ever going to fuck me! Though I’ll admit that I’m a little scared of that giant fucking cock!”
“Yeah, I’ll probably fuck you a lot of times during your stay on Mars. But first, you’re going to fuck me.” Jade lowered his lips to Jaustin’s and licked them. “You’re going to give me your seed, Jaustin Moss.”
The realization dawned over Jaustin. “Is it true that you, um, ‘angels’ can get pregnant? Like Naxon?”
“Our anatomy is a lot different than Naxon’s, but it’s true. In fact, by the time our little date here ends, I will be pregnant. By you.”
Jaustin’s dong pulse-dripped a slick stream of pre-jac, and his nuts ached as if he’d not let out a load in days. This is real. I’m going to breed the Emperor! The fucking new Emperor is going to have my kid!
From Kyler’s journal…
I awoke just before sunrise, Kasyn in bed next to me, his naked body uncovered. He lay on his back, breathing softly, his penis sleep-stiff. I started to put my mouth to it, determined to either awaken him with a blowjob or make him cum in his sleep, when I realized to my great dismay that I had let his twentieth birthday pass yesterday without any commemoration. Carefully, just barely touching him with my tongue, I licked the boy’s knob right at that line where his foreskin almost but not quite covers his head, Kasyn murmured and stretched his arms. Eyes still closed, he said, “What are you doing, baby? You want a taste?” He reached forward and pinched my left nipple between two fingers. “You thirsty? I have to piss so bad, you’ll need to drink that down before you can have any of the sweet white stuff unless you let me get up and go to the bathroom first.”
I sighed and pressed my mouth to his belly and kissed his navel. “Yesterday was your twentieth birthday, and I did nothing to celebrate it. I am very embarrassed about it, and I am sorry.”
He pushed the fingers of both his hands through my hair and pressed my face tighter to his belly. “Where I come from, it’s really pretty bourgeois to celebrate birthdays, Kyler. Anyway, I forgot about it, too!” He laughed and pulled my head up and rolled me over onto my back. And then he rolled up on top of me, smooth thighs on my hips. “So I guess I am twenty now! Just another day, baby!”
Because twenty marks another decade, it often seems like a bigger deal than it real is: but being a male, Kasyn was today legally still just as much a “boy” as he was when he was ten. He’d not be a legal full-citizen voting “man” for another ten years. But I still wanted to acknowledge it somehow.
“You want to give me a gift?” He tickled my flanks, making me squirm beneath him.
“Of course!” I tried to seize his hands but he wriggled free.
Suddenly, with a very serious countenance, he gazed down at me and said, “I have to think that all of this trouble that’s about this house lately is at least in part your fault, Kyler!”
“My fault!”
“Of course! And it’s because you are by nature a very bad boy!” He pinched my nipples again, harder this time.
“I most certainly am not!” My cock ached. It pressed upward against Kasyn’s ass-crack.
“I want you to be a good boy, my husband, but I don’t think you ever will be unless you receive some discipline.”
I was so instantly and intensely aroused that I felt light-headed for a moment. “You may be right. What do you propose? To correct my behavior.”
Kasyn grinned. “Obviously, the paddle!”
“How many strokes?”
“Oh, I’d say eighteen might beat some goodness into you.”
I gaped in faux horror. “That’s entirely sadistic! I’ve never given any of my sons more than…sixteen?”
“Keep talking and I’ll make it twenty!”
Moments later, I submitted to Kasyn’s harsh and implacable rules.
Meanwhile on Mars…
It took a moment for Jaustin to learn the correct way to work his prick into Jade-Mothra for the specific purpose of getting the Martian angel pregnant. Jade helped by first inviting Jaustin to finger-probe inside his asshole where, to Jaustin’s amazement, there was another hole. “You have to get your penis in there at the right angle,” explained the angel, “so that when you cum your sperm goes into my womb and not just into my gut like it does when you jizz inside an Earth boy.”
After a couple of attempts, Jaustin managed the correct insertion and he was thrilled at how tight and uncommonly hot this unusual sheath felt over his lust-engorged dong. He thrusted into this passage for a couple minutes, slowly, hoping to delay his climax for a long as he could stand so that he might enjoy the tight grip of Jade-Mothra’s cunt around his cock for as long as possible.
And then something new happened: his dick felt like it might explode as microsecond blasts of intense pain, relieved instantly by surges of the most intense pleasure, surged from his crotch and up and out through his entire body. He screamed, “Oh fuck! Am I cumming? What’s happening!”
“Stay calm,” Jade-Mothra said, eyes locked with Jaustin’s. “It happens sometimes. It’s normal. Even for Earth boys. Your cock is knotting.” Gasping, the angel continued: “You might feel an intense need to pull it out of me, but you won’t be able to until you lose your juice inside me. And your orgasm is going to last a long time.”
And Jaustin fell into that climax, and he moaned and gasped and literally cried, tears falling from his eyes onto the angel’s chest, and he shuddered as blasts of spunk shot deep into Jade-Mothra’s womb. And it went on and on like that for what, to Jaustin, felt like two or three full minutes, throbbing out endless pulses of ball-juice. This is not possible, he thought. Even I can’t cum this fucking much! He wondered if he was actually pissing, but he knew he was not. Just when he thought he might literally black out, the impossibly lengthy orgasm finally ended, his knob deflated and slid out of Jade-Mothra’s slot, and he rolled over onto his back next to Jade, gasping and still crying a little bit. Then he was seized by raucous laughter that persisted for a couple more minutes while that angel gazed at him, evidently amused by this Earth boy and his body’s rapturous reaction to knocking up an angel of Mars.
Once he had recovered enough to speak, Jaustin said, “What that actual fuck, dude! What did you do to me?”
The angel brushed a wing tip over Jaustin’s sweaty brow. “Nothing other than mating with you very successfully. We are both at maximum fertility. There’s no doubt that your child is already starting to grow inside me.”
From Kyler’s journal…
As a prelude to my punishment, Kasyn bound my wrists behind my back with leather cuffs and he directed me to ascend the spiral stair that led from our bath area upward to the roof-top deck. The newly-risen sun bathed the deck and its many potted plants and statuary in hot red summer morning light. I wondered if he’d force me to lie down belly-down on a chaise to receive my beating. But with the paddle, he directed me to the front of the soapstone wet bar and ordered me to assume the correct position, my hands braced against it, in that same stance of submission into which I’d put my sons so many times since they’d been old enough to receive corporal punishment.
Kasyn stepped around to the back of the bar to look me in the eyes. “I know,” he said, “that this will be infinitely more painful to me than it will be to you. Do you understand why I am doing this to you anyway? Why I’m going to spank your naked ass with this paddle until you are screaming and crying?”
I was amazed that I managed to say in a whisper, without cracking up, without breaking character in the least, “It’s so that I can learn to be a good boy, Daddy.”
“You want to be good for me, don’t you, Kyler?”
I whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
He stepped back around the bar, behind me, and said, “One.” He wasn’t fucking around: that first whack nearly knocked the breath out of me.
From a radio news report…
A small but persistent protest continues outside the Aetheric Palace, snarling traffic in that district of the city, as word comes in a brief statement from the Prince’s press office that Prince Kyler’s agents have entered the Holy Keep of the Chaos Ejaculatum in the city center and taken Pope Nazrata II into what they term “protective custody pending the end of civil unrest in the city.” An official of the Church, speaking on condition of anonymity alleges that, in fact, the Prince’s so-called Apparatus Priapus, have seized the Holy Keep by force and are holding the Pope against his will in an interrogation chamber. A masked Cthulhist priest, identifying himself only as “Elisha” and as a “spiritual advisor to the Prince,” said in a brief appearance near the palace gate this morning that the Pope is in good care and that any rumors to the contrary are unfounded. We will have more detailed coverage of these developments at the six o’ clock hour.
Later on Mars…
I need sleep! I need Radon! Jaustin thought, trudging the final flight of narrow steps to the round door of their “nest.” He dreamed of dropping hard onto the bed, clutching Radon close to his body and sleeping for a day. Or, fucking Radon and then sleeping for a day. Or! he laughed, sleeping for a day with occasional fuck-breaks!
Jaustin carried out the little crawl-and-roll maneuver that he’d developed for passing through these round door-holes, landing on his feet on the inside. He was startled by the presence of what appeared to be an angel, hidden mostly in shadow in a small reading alcove, the light of the reader not quite hitting his face.
“Um, hi,” said Jaustin. “Where is Radon?” His stomach sank when he realized that he may have entered the wrong chamber.
But then a familiar laugh, and “Jaustin! I am Radon!”
Jaustin stood stunned and stiff as the winged creature eased out of the alcove, emerged into better light and grinned at him. “I’ve only been gone since this morning!” Jaustin cried. “And you’ve changed this much already?”
Radon stretched and fluffed his wings. They were smaller than those of most of the other angels, and fluffier as if covered in an undercoat of down. “I’m just as surprised as you are, believe me! And I’ve been hungry as fuck all day. I ate an entire wok-full of shrimp fried rice like an hour ago and I could do it again!” Smiling he stepped closer. “And I’ve been jerking off, too. Like, constantly.” And then, like a revelation breaking wide in his mind, Jaustin saw Radon’s penis, now much bigger than before and more than ever before like Jaustin’s own. “I know,” Radon said, “that my body was weird compared to those of most boys, but I got sexual pleasure in a lot of other ways that didn’t involve having a ‘normal’ cock. But now that I have this fucking thing, I wonder if I will ever get used to it, to this crazy need to constantly use it! Did you?”
“Did I what?” Jaustin pecked a kiss and a tiny lick upon Radon’s chin.
“Get used to your dick.”
“Well, I’ve never not had it, so I guess so! But if you mean all the jerking off, then no: I alwayswant it. I was so fucking horny as a kid that I was doing it every day for years before I could even make any ball-juice!”
“Really!” Radon grinned widely.
“Fuck yeah! I’d hump my pillow dreaming I was doing it hard to another boy or sometimes a girl, and I’d do it until I was all shuddery and I couldn’t stand to touch my dick anymore because it was too tingly. And then I’d do it again a little while later. Imagine my joy when one great day some juice finally came out!”
“A lot of juice,” said Radon, “came out of mine today. Can you smell it?”
Jaustin inhaled. That weird spice, like cloves and sweat! “Is that what that smell is everywhere in this place? Cum? Angel-cum?”
“That, and sweat, and this ooze that shines my wings when I am really horny!”
Jaustin reached with both hands to stroke Radon’s wings. They were wet, but it wasn’t quite a wetness like water or even a wetness like pre-jac, but one that was warm to the touch and slippery, almost oily. He pulled his hands away and pressed them to his face and inhaled. He licked his palms…and then he jizzed in his jock.”Oh fuck!”
“What?” Radon jumped back a half-step. “Are you okay?”
Jaustin unhooked the fly-clasps of his shorts, let them drop to his ankles and he showed Radon the evidence of his spontaneous orgasm, oozing like clotted white snot through the black pouch of his jock. A heavy pearl of it detached from the black mesh and splattered on the floor between them.
“You’re happy to see me, I guess?” Radon tipped forward and kissed Jaustin on the chin.
“Fuck me! Right now! With that! In my ass!” Jaustin grabbed Radon’s stone-stiff stick and tugged on it.
“Uh, okay!” Radon seemed to blush throughout his body. “Let me find some kind of lube, I guess?”
“What do you think this is?” Jaustin peeled off his jock carefully, still containing within it the majority of his boy-spew. “Here, look.” He wrapped the pouch around the end of Radon’s knob and smeared his boyfriend’s arrowhead and shaft with his just-discharged cum. And he spat on it for good measure.
Momentarily, Jaustin was bent forward over the edge of their bed, knees on the floor, with Radon behind him, also on his knees. For Jaustin, the memory of it is a blur, as if he’d been high as a kite on narcowhirl during it. He remembers still how Radon said that he’d never done this before, and his reply: “You’re doing just fine!” when Radon’s pole slipped inside his snatch.
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