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Title: Ant King
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Chapter 10
Jonathan, my little traveler, shook Senator Jill DeWitt's hand at 8:42am as she boarded the plane to Atlanta which, coincidently, was almost the exact moment our buses pulled up to the United States Capitol so we could begin our guided tour of the legislative building. It was a moment of divine providence, I thought humorously. The universe giving me a nod of approval. Sending a few mental commands to my new and powerful drone, I had my little team hang back by the buses as we watched the remaining students and adults filter into the massive building before us. Only a few moments later, a breathless young man in a suit came running up to us and nodded his head.
"Are you Mr. Valence?" he said, trying to catch his breath.
"I am! Are you from Senator DeWitt's office?" I responded, reaching out for a handshake.
He was. His name was Darrell and he was a very junior twenty-two year old legislative staffer for the Senator who had been told only a minute earlier by Sandra Collins, the Senator's chief of staff, to run over to the Capitol and look for me. I smiled at him and he escorted the sixteen of us half a block to the Senate Office building where I suspected we would be spending the remainder of our day.
By 9:15am, my little group stood in the entry way of the Senator's large office and I stood shaking hands with Ms. Collins, a lovely women who initially was surprised that her boss had called her and told her to bring me and the boys to the office but who nonetheless followed orders like a good staff member. Once under my control, it was easy to have Ms. Collins walk me around the office and introduce me to the Senator's team one by one.
Then we got to work. The Senator's office suite was a large and well decorated group of rooms, with the Senator's own private office and a relatively good sized conference room in the back. My boys and several of the staff members cleared much of the clutter from those two rooms as we prepared them for the day. Once done, I had my boys strip down and service the male staff members. Eight of the fifteen boys were Honeypots (the ninth Honeypot and sixteenth boy being Jonathan, who was currently bouncing up and down on a flight attendant's eager dick) so the remaining boys used their mouths to get the men excited and lubed before those tools eagerly entered the eight horny backsides of the other boys. The orgy was in full swing within minutes.
Darrell, the young guy who came to get us, was the first to cum and become one of my Vassals. Once fully dressed, I instructed him to seek out male staff members from other offices and find reasons to touch them. While I took the virginity of one of the eighth grade boys I hadn't yet made into a honeypot, Darrell went next door to the office of Senator Mark Faress of Michigan and began creating new drones. A short while later, those men were in Senator DeWitt's office and conference room fucking my boys to kingdom come.
The hours rolled on and my colony grew like a sexually deviant plague. Drones were coming in by the dozens, fucking my boys fast, and leaving as Vassals to turn others into drone. Rinse. Wash. Repeat. I had two male Senators by 11:30am. Five by 1pm. Eventually my drones began contacting friends, colleagues, and allies throughout D.C. and inviting them over for "business meetings" and "strategy sessions." Staffers from the House of Representatives arrived and were added to the fold, heading back to their own offices to gain me more drones. Congressmen started filtering in around 3pm. By 5pm, I had low level staff from the executive and judicial branches of government pounding my boys.
I "called" the orgy at 6pm, instructing all the new Vassals within the city to continue to add to the colony by touching people but to otherwise go about their normal Friday routine. My fifteen middle-schoolers were pretty worn out (the remaining boys had been sodomized early in the day by both me and newly minted Vassals) and each of them had the results of dozens and dozens of loads leaking out of their satisfied little backsides. On the way back to the hotel, I picked up Jonathan from the airport and was pleased that his own little adventure had been a resounding success - hundreds of Vassals now walked Atlanta, Chicago, and a few other cities to which passengers had ended up traveling.
It might be prudent at this point to highlight something I have so far neglected to mention. Namely, the presence of sexually transmitted diseases. You see, it was on this day that I discovered that my drones could sense when a potential partner (or another drone) carried an STD and they knew instinctively not to engage in risky behavior with that individuals. There were several such drones on the planes. There were several more in the legislative halls. Those men were added to the colony by touch in the same way that women and girls were added to the colony but sex was off limits for them and their diseases were not spread. Kind of handy, huh? I also discovered that my drones could sense other illnesses, much like dogs were reportedly able to "sniff out" developing cancer or heart attacks or whatever, and this unique ability led, as the years progressed, to various wonderful and miraculous medical breakthroughs. That, of course, is a different story.
While I left my boys unmolested for the night (in fact, I sent them off to sleep by 8pm), I myself kept busy. The first order of business was to reach out to all the men I had made into Vassals today and instruct them to add every member of their family to the colony and, if they had sons in the nine to fifteen age range, to go into their boys' rooms and make new Honeypots. Those that did not have sons went instead to family, friends, and neighbors homes where they knew a boy in that age range lived, added everyone in that household to the colony, and then turned that lucky lad into a Honeypot. Many boys lost their virginity that night in DC, Atlanta, and Chicago. I watched much of it through the eyes of my drones and loved every minute of it.
Saturday morning dawned bright and beautiful and I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I was really doing it. I was really enlarging my colony to encompass the human race. Packing my things, I said goodbye to my little group of boys and released them back to the tour group - those sixteen youngsters had been real champs the previous day, and indeed the entire week, and they deserved to spend the next week with their classmates and friends as they toured the city without my interference. I also said goodbye to my brother, promising to see him back in Wyoming soon and instructing him to enjoy the rest of the trip. Then I moved to the Bryson-Jefferson hotel in the heart of D.C., a magnificent and outrageously expensive luxury hotel that would be my base for the next few days.
As I was busy making every employee at the hotel into a drone, I sent out a series of commands to various Vassals around the country. Namely, they were supposed to continue to fuck the Honeypot most available to them (in order to refresh their "Vassalhood" which unfortunately only lasted a day) and they were to continue touching anyone they could find and adding those individuals to the colony. When they had the opportunity to add a boy to the colony, they were to fuck the lad and turn him into another Honeypot. I sent out more instructions to those male drones who were not Vassals, ordering them to find the nearest Honeypot and make themselves into Vassals. It was exponential growth at its finest.
Once settled into the hotel, I sent out another series of commands to my local drones ordering them to contact me through the mental link if they were near a particularly attractive boy. Within moments, drones around the city began to flag my attention and I used the psychic connection to peer through my drones' eyes at the available eye candy. Selecting boys I wanted to meet personally, I had them escorted to my hotel room for some fun.
And fun we had. I spend Saturday and Sunday enjoying my new boys, doing a little sightseeing on my own, and eating at wonderful luxury restaurants. I saw a movie. I went to a play at the Center for Performing Arts. I relaxed, letting my colony grow while I generally kept tabs on its progress. I attended a birthday party for the son of a congressional bureaucrat Sunday afternoon, fucking the new ten-year-old on the table next to his birthday cake as the whole party sang "Happy Birthday." The kid had a screaming dry-cum just as the song finished.
Then Monday came and it was back to business. Because my Vassals had done such a good job over the weekend, every school in D.C. had at least a couple of young Honeypots attending it. I had those Honeypots meet up with each other that morning and fuck themselves silly, allowing these new juvenile Vassals to go to school and begin making the school age population of D.C. into drones. My Vassals, many of whom refreshed their powers early in the morning hours, entered the work force with great enthusiasm and many of the buildings in the city found their occupants slowly being added to my colony as Vassals roamed the halls touching those they came in contact with.
Around lunchtime, a great exodus of newly made drones occurred as dozens and dozens of middle-school and young high-school boys left their campuses and headed for office buildings throughout the city. Prepared for their arrival, Vassals and adult drones met the lads in lobbies before escorting the children to secluded conference rooms, out of the way offices, and conveniently available storerooms. There, Vassals claimed the virginity of those eager lads, making dozens of new Honeypots and allowing nearby male drones to become Vassals in short order. By 1:30pm, there were over a hundred boys getting fucked throughout the city as drone after drone became a Vassal.
Secretary of the Interior, Mr. Robert Shultz, was added to the colony at 2:14pm by one of his staff members who spotted him walking down the hall of the large government building and tapped him on the arm as they passed one another. The Secretary changed course, then, leaving the fifth floor and heading to the third where he slipped down a hallway and into a rarely used storage room filled with five other men and a twelve-year-old named Dillon. Dillon, a young public school student who had been added to the Colony three hours earlier, was loose and eager for the Secretary to fuck him; having already taken five loads up his horny little bottom since lunch. The Secretary obliged, pounding Dillion eagerly and depositing a substantial load in the lad. Then the Secretary left, not even looking back as Dillon was mounted by one of the other men in the room.
Secretary Shultz hustled to his office, grabbed his briefcase, and left the building. The distinguished older man then walked at a brisk pace until he stood in front of the most famous house in America. Passing security easily, the Secretary began to wander the halls of the White House, shaking hands as he went and adding staffers, security officers, legislative aids, and political advisors to my ever growing colony. Then he stood in front of the President's chief secretary and, after tapping her on the hand with familiarity, the woman buzzed President Lillian Baxton in the Oval Office and asked if Secretary Shultz could have 30 seconds of the President's time.
I did a little jig when Shultz's hand met Baxton's and the President of the United States of America became my drone. A well respected and particularly popular woman, Baxton had won the White House a couple of years earlier and had garnered a reputation for being no-nonsense, thoughtful, and clever. The two spoke for a moment about nothing in particular before Baxton called her husband, First Gentleman Andrew Baxton, in from the Residence and the man soon found himself standing with his wife and Shultz. The two men shook hands and I welcomed the First Gentleman into the colony.
I ate a big steak dinner that night.
Andrew called me on his cell phone the next morning, telling "Cousin Mike" that he was excited to see me and that my name had already been given to the security at the front gate. I waltzed into the White House at 9am, meeting "Cousin Andrew" in the reception hall with smiles, handshakes, and hugs. Then he escorted me to the Oval Office where I was introduced to his wife, the most powerful person in the world and a woman for whom I had a great deal of respect. It was a bit overwhelming, actually, and I was impressed despite myself.
Then Andrew took me to the Residence and I met Johnny, C.J., and Austin; home for the day at their fathers direction and told that they were going to meet his favorite cousin. The President's boys were thirteen, eleven, and nine respectively and were cute. Not the cutest I'd ever seen but I was certainly looking forward to breaking them in. Having already learned from Andrew and Lillian that the Residence was not monitored and that no prying eyes would be watching, the three boys and I went into their parents room, stripped down, and had some fun.
I fucked Johnny first, the thirteen-year-old already several years into puberty but still very boyish. With a small tuft of pubic hair, long gangly limbs, big feet, and a solid five inch cock, the boy was fun to ride and I took him in the missionary position as his siblings fiddled with themselves and watched. My decision to breed him while he was on his back was deliberate as it gave me the best angle to vigorously pound Johnny's swollen teenage button. Fifteen minutes later, the boy gave a cry of delight and his hard cock erupted several thick blasts of cum between us as I unloaded my balls deep inside of him.
Escorting Johnny to his room, I dressed quickly before having Andrew summon some of the male staff members to the Residence. After a round of introductory handshakes, I sent the six men into Johnny's room to become Vassals. I checked in a few minutes later and was delighted to see a butler fucking the boy, a cook getting his dick sucked by the teen, and a doorman underneath the boy busily lapping at the still stiff teenage pole.
I fucked C.J. next, the thin wiry eleven-year-old completely smooth but sporting a healthy five-inch cock and balls that hung large and loose. Puberty had apparently decided to focus on his cock and balls first and I spent the first few minutes of our engagement suckling eagerly at that hard shaft and silky coin purse. He enjoyed the oral foreplay quite a bit but it was the rimming that I gave his hairless hole that really got him moaning and groaning. Sitting back in a fancy looking chair, I had the boy sit down on my pole while we made out and he rode me to a powerful boygasm. My own load followed a few moments after.
I again summoned Andrew and instructed him to bring some of the security people up to the Residence. Dressing quickly, I met each of the men as they entered and shook another half dozen hands, sending each man into C.J.'s room and letting them have their way with the eager pre-teen. I made a sandwich in the kitchen, drank a glass of water, checked my phone, and generally relaxed for a few minutes as I listed to the grunts, groans, and squeal emanating from two of the Baxton boys' rooms.
By the time I was ready for round three, each of the older boys had been bred by some of their new suitors and those Vassals had quietly slipped out of the residence, heading out into the grounds to find more men to add to the colony. I saw three men arrive as I slipped back into the Baxton master suite and winked at them as they entered the fray. I myself took some time to make sweet sweet love to little Austin, the small boy years from puberty but eager for fun. We licked. We suckled. We nibbled. We stroked and kissed and tickled. Then I had the boy give his father a loving blowjob as I rhythmically sodomized the lad, forcing the boy to enjoy two hard anal boygasms before I unloaded deep inside ass.
Andrew, on the cusp of his own orgasm, groaned with unmitigated lust as I spun the boy around so that Austin's flushed head was in my lap, grasped his little legs, and lifted them so his red and winking no-longer-virginal shitter stared enticingly at his father. Andrew waisted no time, mounting his son and fucking the boy hard and fast until he roared in climax and his seed mixed with mine. The First Gentleman was now a Vassal and I had many tasks for him to undertake.
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The next few months were a whirlwind of activity. Making the White House Residence my base of activity, every major male player in D.C. found himself "invited" by the President to the Oval Office for a short meeting with her and the First Gentleman before they were escort to the residence and introduced to one of the Baxton boys. Senators. Congressmen. Judges. Cabinet members. Department heads. Anyone with any authority and a cock got a visit. We also began inviting state governors and lieutenant governors to visit and those men rapidly found themselves heading back to their homes states as my Vassals. Many of them brought their families along and quite a few sons went home as Honeypots. Foreign ambassadors were also seen wandering the halls with their families, discovering after the meeting with the President that they and their sons had to fly back to their home country on "important" business.
Schoolboys around D.C. found themselves flying to every major city in the United States, with plane after plane acting as my vanguard while the boys, Honeypot/Vassals all, brought every man and boy onboard into the colony. Hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands joined the colony in Atlanta, Chicago, New York, Boston, Miami, Dallas, Los Angeles, Seattle, Denver, and Minneapolis. Small cities were not immune, though, as my Vassals and Honeypots began traveling far and wide to enlarge the colony. They would knock on doors. They would walk into schools. They would wander into the most visible office building. They would search the malls.
Millions of people joined the colony. Then tens of millions. Vassals and Honeypots went to London, Paris, Cape-town, Rio, Beijing, Tokyo, New Delhi, and Rome where they began spreading the colony, spreading rapidly outward across the continents until one, then two, then three billion people were my drones.
I moved back to Cheyenne to be near my family but, on my orders, several major cities began connecting small flights to my hometown and I began instructing the most beautiful boys to fly to my newly built mansion to be personally turned into Honeypots by me. I bred the most stunning asian youngsters, gorgeous ebony skinned africans, lily-white europeans, caramel cream latinos, and All-American boy-next-door types. Some were famous models or the sons of powerful and influential people. Many were unknown but more delicious than any media company could dream up.
A year after I had gained my powers, the last few people, scientists in antarctica, joined the colony. Then I began to reshape the world.