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Boy World
By
Justin Davis
Chapter Six
Early the next morning, Mark couldn't help but smile as Kim gasped again, his body shuddered, and he began to coo as his hard three-inch peter began to twitch in Mark's fingers. The two were on their sides in the middle of the bunk and Mark was slowly working his cock in and out of the boy's bottom. It was Kim's second orgasm and from recent experience Mark knew the boy would have several more before he had his own. It was while the two were thus occupied that the chimes on the Porta-Viewer began to ring.
"Shit! I wonder who the fuck that is?" Mark grumbled.
There was a sound halfway between a slurping and suction-like sound as Mark rolled away from Kim and his huge tube was ejected from the boy's bottom, prompting a gasp from Kim as a result of the sudden emptiness.
His hard, gleaming, cock wagging from side to side, Mark walked over to the Porta-Viewer and flipped open the top. Immediately, Gerald the Special Packages Manager's face filled the screen.
"Yes?" Mark said.
"Mr. Davis, I'm sorry to disturb you but there's a problem," Gerald said, a concerned look on his face.
"Oh? Nothing serious I hope," Mark replied.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. Two of the boys have been hurt in an accident. Fortunately, it's nothing terribly serious. Just some broken bones and cuts. We didn't want to disturb you right away. We've already brought them back to the main island where they're being attended to as we speak."
"What happened?"
"Well, the details aren't quite clear yet. However, we do know the two fell from one of the cliffs in the hilly area toward the center of the island."
"Who where the boys that got hurt?" Mark asked.
"Adnon and Donny," Gerald replied.
"Damn! I'm sorry to hear that. I was particularly fond of Adnon," Mark replied.
"Yes, we are, too."
"Well that does leave Jeff and Sung," Mark replied, thinking about the two remaining boys that he could hunt.
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Davis. For safety considerations we have transported them back to the main island," Gerald replied.
"Shit!" Mark exclaimed.
"Yes, we knew you'd be disappointed. However, I can assure you Pleasure Enterprises will make it up to you. We have ten boys lined up for a First Time Hunt Package on another of our islands and we'll gladly provide that to you free of charge for any inconvenience and disappointment any of this may have caused you. As you know, you absolutely will be guaranteed to capture all ten rather easily."
"Yes, I remember you explained that. However, that's not what I wanted."
"I understand, Mr. Davis. We'll send a Floater Craft out within the hour to bring you and Kim back to the main island. We can discuss a refund or whatever when you arrive."
Mark hesitated for a moment, looked over at beautiful little Kim who was lying naked upon the bunk asleep again, and smiled.
"Tell you what, Gerald. How about giving us another week before you pick us up? I'm sure I can find things to occupy my time," Mark replied, prompting Gerald to smile.
"I see. Well, a week it is then. That's the least we can do. I'll contact you the evening before we are to pick you up. However, feel free to call at any time should you need anything," Gerald replied.
"I will. Goodbye, Gerald!"
"Goodbye, Mr. Davis!"
As the screen went blank, Mark closed the cover on the Porta-Viewer and ambled back toward the bunk where he promptly snuggled up to Kim again, nestling his now semi-flaccid cock into the boy's butt crack and placing his left arm over the boy's body.
"I'm not asleep," Kim said softly. "I heard everything."
"Oh, I see," Mark replied.
"I knew something was going to happen."
"What do you mean?" Mark asked.
"I guess it was Jaime that kinda got me thinking about it. How creepy Adnon and some of the others were. Two days after we got here he and Donny got into an awful fight. We had to break um up."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, Mr. Davis."
"Please, call me Mark."
"Uh, okay, Mark."
"What else was strange about Adnon and Danny?"
"Uh, I don't wanna talk about it right now. Would you put your thing in me again and make me cum some more?" Kim replied, turning his head and looking at Mark.
"Uh, yeah. Sure kid! I'll make you cum as much as you want," Mark replied, and smiled and began to slide his cock back and forth in the boy's butt crack.
True to his word, over the next week Mark made Kim cum time and time again. Mark fucked him in the Eco Tent, he fucked him on the sand, and he fucked him at the pool under the waterfall. They fucked all over the place, lending credence to the saying that "good bottoms are born not made."
The cute Asian never seemed to get enough cock in his butt. Mark had to take the Vita Pills he had brought along so he could get his cock up often enough to satisfy the boy's urgent need to cum while he got fucked. The kid's peter never seemed to go soft and it was only when he would began to beg not to cum anymore that Mark knew he had had enough. For the moment at least.
"Well, Mr. Davis, I assume you enjoyed your week," Gerald said, as the two set in the manager's office a week later.
"Yes. I must admit, though, I'm glad to have a chance to rest a bit. Little Kim is certainly an extraordinary young man. I don't think I've ever seen anyone take to getting fucked like that kid," Mark replied, prompting Gerald to chuckle.
"That's good to hear. I was hoping that would be the case," Gerald replied.
"Oh? How so?"
"Oh nothing, Mr. Davis. It does happen every now and then. Now, how can we make all the inconvenience up to you?"
"How's Adnon?" Mark asked.
"Uh, well. He's doing fine. In fact, he should be discharged from the clinic in a day or two."
"Fine! If I can spend the rest of my month here with him then I will consider everything square," Mark replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Davis. That's out of the question!" Gerald responded.
"And why?" Mark asked in an irritated tone.
"Adnon is due to be sent to one of other resorts as soon as he's discharged. Again, I'm sorry, Mr. Davis. There's nothing I can do."
"I want to see Mr. Chang!" Mark said in a serious tone.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Davis. There are special circumstances involved and Mr. Chang is quite busy as of late," Gerald replied.
"Now, look! I've given you people major bucks up front for my little adventure, which has turned into a pile of shit! You people better come up with something to please my ass or I'm gonna report the whole damn lot of you to the World Council Committee on Resorts!" Mark fumed.
"Please, Mr. Davis! There's no need to get upset. We'll be happy to give you a full refund and any other package of your choosing for the remainder of the month," Gerald responded.
"I don't want another package. I wanted the one I had. If I can't have that I want to spend the rest of the month with Adnon," Mark replied. "I have friends, very powerful friends, I don't want to make trouble but I will if I have to."
"Oh dear! Please, Mr. Davis. Don't get upset. I'll personally talk with Mr. Chang.
"Fine! But, something good better come of it or I'm gonna screw you all like you've screwed me!" Mark replied, and got up from his chair.
"Pleased to meet you again, Mr. Davis! You've been a guest at our resort many times. Please have a seat," the tall wiry and somewhat balding Chinese gentleman said motioning to a chair in front of his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Chang. Eight previous times to be exact. I hope there'll be another," Mark said as he sat down.
"Yes, Gerald has told me of your disappointment."
"I passed disappointed days ago, Mr. Chang."
"Gerald tells me he offered you a full refund and any other package you wanted. Is that correct?"
"Yes. However, as I'm sure he told you that's not what I want for the trouble I've been caused."
"Yes, I know. Gerald told me about your desire for Adnon. I'm afraid he is a rather complex issue."
"What is it with you people? What's so fucking important about one fucking kid?" Mark railed.
Mr. Chang sat quietly for a moment, sighed, then reached over and pushed a button on his desk.
"Yes sir?" the young secretary said as he opened the door from the outer office.
"You may send him in now," Mr. Chang said, prompting the young man, who looked to be in his twenties, to nod his head and disappear through the still partially open doorway.
"Adnon!" Mark exclaimed, and rose from his chair as the boy entered the room dressed in a white tee shirt, shorts, and sandals.
"Hello, sir!" the boy replied, with a look of total unrecognition and stopped short of where Mark stood.
"Are you okay?" Mark asked, noticing that there was no apparent sign of any injuries to the boy what so ever. He looked as beautiful as the last time Mark had seen him in person.
"Yes sir! Of course I'm fine sir!" Adnon replied, and just stood there blinking his eyes at Mark.
"He looks totally well. How? I mean, I was told there were broken bones, cuts, and he would be in the clinic for awhile," Mark said, looking at Mr. Chang.
"Adnon! Please come here!" Mr. Chang said.
Adnon walked across the carpeted floor and stood before Mr. Chang as Mark looked on.
"Ah, Adnon, my pet! You are indeed very beautiful. I understand why Mr. Davis is so taken with you," Mr. Chang said, as he stroked the boys face then reached his hand behind the boy's head and seemed to seek something under the boy's long hair at the nape of his neck. Immediately Adnon's head slumped downward so that his chin was resting on his chest.
"What did you do to him?" Mark asked.
"Adnon is now idle, Mr. Davis," Mr. Chang replied.
"Idle?"
"Yes, Mr. Davis. Please, have a seat again," Mr. Chang said, motioning to the chair.
Stunned, Mark slowly seated himself back down in the chair.
"Mr. Davis, Adnon is like many here now at Boy World," Mr. Chang said.
"Uh, like what?" Mark asked in a confused tone.
"Mr. Davis, my dear Mr. Davis, Adnon is not human, although he is just about as close to human as technology can make him," Mr. Chang replied.
"What!" Mark exclaimed.
"Adnon is a Super Protodroid, Mr. Davis."
"A fucking robot? A damn machine!" Mark exclaimed.
"Please, Mr. Davis. Adnon and the others are a far cry from machines," Mr. Chang replied. "He's the best that science has to offer, although there still needs to be a little more refinement."
"Impossible! I don't believe it!" Mark responded.
"Tell me, Mr. Davis. Did you not enjoy Sanjay and Deepak?" Mr. Chang asked, then smiled.
"You're fucking kidding me!" Mark exclaimed.
"I never kid about such things, Mr. Davis. Your friend Derrick, is he not at this moment in love with a boy named Sean?"
"No way! It's not possible!"
"Oh I assure you it is, Mr. Davis."
"And the boys on the island?" Mark asked, still not able to believe what he was hearing.
"Only three of them were real, Jaime, Kim, and Andy. All the others are just like Adnon."
"You mean Jamil is one of them?"
"I'm afraid so, Mr. Davis."
"I don't believe it. I mean, I mean he's, he's----------"
"So real, Mr. Davis?
"This is just fucking unbelievable!" Mark exclaimed.
"We've been integrating the Super Protodroids into our system for sometime now, Mr. Davis. Occasionally, there will be a malfunction or accident, although not as many as there were in the beginning ten years ago. Basically, that's what happened on the island. Adnon and Donny were exploring the hills and Adnon slipped. When Donny reached to grab him he accidentally touched the spot on the back of Adnon's neck. Adnon went on idle and both of them fell."
"Good God!"
"Accidents do happen, Mr. Davis."
"But why? Why, when you have boys from all over the world to drawn on?" Mark asked.
"A simple matter of economics, Mr. Davis. It costs us less than half to maintain a Protodroid as it does a real boy. Plus, there are no retirement benefits or pensions to worry about. I suspect, that in time, all of our boys will be Protodroids."
"But, they're not human! People will never go for it!"
"Tell me, Mr. Davis, in your case, did Jamil not holler and carry on the same as the real boys as your huge cock plunged into his hole? Wasn't it just the same as if he were one of the human boys?"
"Shit!" Mark exclaimed, realizing what Mr. Chang said was true. There was no way he could tell the difference.
"How do you think we have such variety here, Mr. Davis? You want a small kid with a man-sized dick or a kid that is the kid of your dreams or a virgin butt to fuck? Ask your friend, Derrick, if he's happy, Mr. Davis."
"He wouldn't be if he knew."
"Well, maybe and maybe not, Mr. Davis. For example, You're free to take Adnon with you when you leave and enjoy him for the rest of your stay. What do you say, Mr. Davis?"
"But---but---he's a machine!"
"He doesn't know that he is. He's been re-programmed. We've re-programmed him just for you, Mr. Davis. There is no memory of sex at all. He'll howl at the ceiling and cry as you screw his behind. And, it will be erased from his memory when it's all over and you put him on idle. Every time will be his first time. He'll wonder who you are, where you came form. He'll be scared. He won't know where he is. He'll beg and plead for you not to fuck him or to have to suck your cock. When he does, he'll gag and choke and spew out your cum load, time and time again. Look at him, Mr. Davis, such a beautiful thing. You'll blow load after load because each time will be his first time. His butt will be so tight it'll strangle your cock when you fuck him. Infinite virgin youth, Mr. Davis! Come on and give it a try. Just for a week."
Mark sat blinking at Mr. Chang fully aware that he now had a raging hard on caused by Mr. Chang's words.
"Yes, I think I will," Mark responded, prompting Mr. Chang to smile.
To be continued