The Constructs

The Constructs

By Vic James

vicjames2@hotmail.com

Copyright 2014 by Vic James

http://www.vicjames.com

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Three

I rubbed my cheek against it.

"Oh, fuck!" Mike said. "I guess you like your Christmas present."

"I love it. It's just what I always wanted!"

He chuckled.

"We both know that isn't true, Will."

"I would have wanted it," I said. "You were shy, though and didn't want to show him to me."

Mike laughed.

"I did so want to show him to you!"

I kissed his erection and Mike groaned. I pulled back the foreskin and licked the head.

"Oh, yeah!"

I stroked it, then. I loved the feel of the loose skin on the shaft. My skin was tight, because I was circumcised. I stuck my tongue out and let the head rest on it while I stroked him. I looked up at him, but kept stroking. Mike winked at me.

"You want Mike's special sauce."

I moaned. I did and I didn't want to wait. I unfastened my pants and pulled out my dick. I stroked myself as I took him in my mouth and began sucking him. I sucked hard. I wanted him to come quickly.

"Oh, fuck, you're hungry!"

I closed my eyes and remembered sucking Ed in high school. I had the same wonderful feeling of expectation---that suddenly his cock would begin pumping his jizz. Mike's cock was a little bigger than Ed's, which made it even better. Mike was superior to Ed in every way. I wondered if I would feel it when he ejaculated in my ass. No one ever had, before. While I sucked, I tried to remember whether any of the clients at the AIDS center had mentioned feeling anything internally. They all mentioned the feel of cum leaking out of their asses, but that was external.

Suddenly the room began to get colder. I let Mike's dick slip out of my mouth and stood up.

"Oh, no. I hope this doesn't mean..." I started to say.

But it did. A door appeared and a bug flew into the room. One of its front legs was carrying a small box. It brought the box to its mouth. Mike put his dick back in his pants. Then I did. I was glad we had some clothing on. The cold wasn't as bad as the first time.

We heard a series of clicks. After they ended, we heard, "Oohmans." I assumed the box was a translator. It was still as ugly as ever, but speaking English made it a little less horrid to me. I wasn't sure why. Maybe I was just getting used to the idea of enormous bugs.

I looked at Mike.

"He can talk?"

"She," the bug said, after making clicking sounds.

"You are a female?" Mike asked.

We heard a lot of clicks.

"Is obvious, yes," the bug replied.

Not to us, I thought.

"You males, yes?" the bug said.

I didn't understand.

"Yes," Mike said.

"You mates? Two males?"

"Uh. Yes," Mike said, slowly. "Is that bad?"

"Is excellent. Bring more money," the bug said.

I didn't like the sound of that.

The bug turned to me. It spoke a string of clicks, which were translated.

"You less scared," it said. 'She' said, I corrected myself.

"Talking helps," I said, after a moment. Also having the box cover up its---her---face helped.

"Yes. Just got language," she said. "Computer too busy to learn language before."

"What do you mean about more money?" I asked it. I corrected myself, again. Her. It was really hard to think of it as a female.

"Better for me. Better for you. Have wealthy owner. Live like- --wealthy."

"Will you explain why you took us?" Mike asked.

"To sell to collector. Rare species very valuable. Oohmans very rare. Two mating males, even rarer."

"And we are copies?" Mike asked her.

"Yes. Make copies and take copies. Less illegal than taking originals. Two males less illegal than breeding pair."

'Less illegal.' That implied a lot.

"You sick, yes? Computer say death soon," she said to me.

"Yes. I was very sick," I said.

Having a conversation with the bug was helping with my irrational fear of her. It was still incredibly ugly, but it wasn't a mindless bug. It was an intelligent alien. And a criminal, perhaps.

"Now not sick," she said.

I nodded my head.

"Almost not take. Decide you might be grateful. You grateful?"

"Um. I guess I am. But I don't know that I will be when you sell us."

"Not to worry."

"Why not? We will be slaves," I said.

"No. No. No. No. Sell to collector, not to slaver. Computer says oomans not strong and very rare. Collector pay many, many, many times more."

"I don't understand what we will be," I said.

"Why you not try to escape? Not even look for door," she said.

That was a good question. I looked at Mike. He shrugged.

"I guess I was curious, plus I have you, finally," Mike said to me.

"I guess I was so relieved that I wasn't in pain anymore. Plus I have Mike," I said to the bug.

"You ask what you be. Oomans have animals in homes, yes?"

"Yes," I said.

"Pets. Care for them. Give them everything they need, yes?"

"Yes, I guess so," Mike said.

"You be intelligent pets," the bug said.

That gave me a sick feeling. I looked at Mike. He sighed.

"Owner give you anything you want. Try to make you happy. Brag about how happy you are to other jealous collectors."

"Oh. Hmm."

"Some care more about pets than about mates," she continued.

I smiled. My father once accused my mother of loving her dog more than him.

"What if one of us gets sick?" Mike asked.

"Computer modify you. New bodies not get sick. Spent two...months improving, testing before copies made. Not get sick, live very long time. Make you more valuable to collector. They not worry about you dying."

The bug turned to Mike.

"Think maybe you be grateful for longer life. You grateful?"

"Why do you care so much about whether we are grateful?"

The bug was silent for a moment.

"Never do this. Never break law. Have children and worthless mate. He won't even dance. Need money." She paused. "Feel...guilty."

Well, the bug was sure laying its cards on the table.

"Why do we have this?" Mike asked, as he turned around and reached behind himself for the ridge.

"Copy machine make. Will disappear by time we reach destination. No one know you be copies. Copies not worth much. Keep secret."

I looked at Mike's back. The ridge on his head did seem smaller, or at least the area that was hairless seemed smaller.

"You angry?" she asked us.

I looked at Mike.

"Are you?" I asked him.

Mike sighed.

"Look, we have no idea what the future will be like," Mike said to the bug. "How can we have an opinion until we know what we face?"

"Is true. I get good owner. You live comfortable, happy life with mate," she said. "If you not try to escape."

I thought about it. I thought about a wealthy person who collected exotic species. It was common on Earth. Apparently, it was common elsewhere. That wasn't surprising. But there were too many unknowns. What collector? What did he do with his collection? What would be expected of us, besides not trying to escape? What if he decided he wanted more humans and brought a woman and expected one of us to get her pregnant? Mike could probably do that, but I would not be happy. Mike was right. We had to meet our collector (I didn't want to think of him as my owner) and we had to find out what the living conditions would be like and what was expected. However, I really was grateful for being healed. I really felt great. Life as a rich person's intelligent pet was much better than death, and might be a very easy life. It would also be an interesting life to say the least.

"I'm escaping death," I said to Mike. "But you are losing almost everything."

Mike shook his head.

"I'm not. I'm getting you and a longer life. And an adventure that puts climbing Mount Everest to shame. Those are three important things. And it will certainly be less boring than my old life."

"How long before we reach where we are going?" I asked her.

"Four...days," she said.

"Is your family there, on that planet?"

"No. Go home after selling you. We go to rich world, not my poor, cold world."

"Is owning us illegal?" Mike asked.

"Not where we go," she replied.

"How long will we live?" I asked her.

"Computer says many times normal lifespan. Maybe three, four hundred...years."

"Wow!" I said. I looked at Mike. He was smiling. I was relieved. I was willing to make the best of the situation, but I was concerned about his happiness. If he was miserable, I would be, too.

"Have you be mates long time?" she asked.

Both Mike and I said 'no' at the same time.

"We just became mates," Mike said. "We haven't...mated, yet."

"I interrupted. I apologize. I will leave so two of you can mate," the bug said. "You may enjoy more. Computer improved your reproductive systems."

I looked at Mike and he grinned.

"OK."

"I see you want food heated. If you get like you like, push this," the bug said, pointing at a spot on the display. "Put food on tray, it get stored in copier that way. Do that with any food. Gets copied the way it is on the tray. Then appears on...menu."

"Thanks."

The bug turned around and left the room. It immediately became warmer.

Mike took me in his arms.

"Well, it could be a lot worse," he said.

I nodded. The bug had abducted us, but she was trying to make up for it. First by healing me and then by extending our lives. I sat down on the bed and thought about the other things she had told us. There were other humans out in space. We might not see them, but we were known---out there.

"She said humans were rare," I said. "That means there are humans on other planets besides Earth, doesn't it? Maybe not many, but some."

Mike sat next to me on the bed.

"Yeah. I assume they were kidnapped, too," Mike said.

"Maybe not. Maybe aliens landed and asked whether anyone wanted to come with them," I mused. "I wonder if they are modern humans or primitive ones."

"If they were primitive, they probably thought the aliens were gods."

I nodded.

"They would have done whatever the 'gods' told them to do."

Mike nodded his head, slowly.

"If she had landed, told you her intentions, and offered you a choice, would you have come?" Mike asked.

"Definitely. A live pet is better than a pile of ash," I said. "What about you?"

"I'm not sure," Mike said. "I'm wondering about that very thing."

I smiled at him.

"What if I begged you to come with me?"

He grinned back.

"It would have helped." Mike sighed. "I don't know, really. I would have been afraid to say yes, I think. I'm not sure I would have believed her."

I nodded.

"I'm worried that you will hate it and be miserable."

"Just because I might not have believed her offer, doesn't mean I don't believe it now. I've seen the new bodies she's given us. I've seen you healed. I believe her about living longer, too."

I reached over and ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. Then I groped his crotch and felt him stiffen. I squeezed and rubbed his erection.

"If we are pampered pets, we will have plenty of time for sex," he said.

I grinned.

"I want your cock to spend a lot of time inside me," I said.

"Ditto. Shall we test our new reproductive systems?"

"Absolutely!" I responded.

I pulled my pants off and watched Mike take his off. His cock was very stiff. I wondered what she meant by improving. When we were naked, Mike took me in his arms and kissed me. I moaned as I melted in his arms. After a minute, I pulled away.

"God, how I want you!" I said.

"Do you really?"

"Well, yeah! You are way hotter than any of my boyfriends."

I looked down at his erection.

"So you were uninterested strictly because of my age?"

"Yeah. I just lumped you into the category 'old enough to be my father' and never really paid attention to you as a man. You have a really nice dick. Has it been improved?"

I heard him chuckled.

"No. It's the original model."

I stood up and pulled his legs apart. Then I knelt between them. I leaned forward and kissed his cock. I pulled back the foreskin and began licking the head. Mike sighed. I looked up at his face and grinned.

"I have occasionally wished it was bigger," Mike said.

"No. It's the perfect size. It's what? About six and a half or seven inches?"

Mike nodded.

"I've been fucked with a really big dick. It wasn't more pleasurable for me. It just hurt."

Precum began oozing from the tip of his cock.

"Yum! Lip gloss!"

Mike laughed.

"Yup. He produces enough to keep your lips moisturized," Mike said.

I grinned at him. Then I rubbed the end of his dick over my lips.

"Oh yeah, baby," he said.

I pushed his cock up against his hairy belly and took one of his balls in my mouth. I sucked on it for a while, before sucking on the other one. Mike stroked his dick. I watched as I sucked on his balls. After several minutes, I let go of them.

"Will you jack off into my mouth? Ed did it a couple of times," I said.

Mike grinned.

"I've never done it before. It sounds fun."

Mike began stroking himself. I licked at the head.

"You're going to get a mouthful," he said.

I grinned at him.

"Keep that tongue out. I don't want you to miss a drop."

I stuck it out and lapped at the underside of his cock as he stroked. He began groaning. I began stroking my cock. I wanted to come when I had his spunk in my mouth. He sped up his strokes.

"I'm close. Get ready."

I was ready!

"Aw, fuck!" he said, as the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. I closed my mouth around the head as spurt after spurt filled my mouth. When I swallowed, I groaned and came. I moaned around his dick as I had the most intense orgasm since the first time Ed fed me. Mike continued cursing softly during his orgasm. It seemed to last a long time, as did mine. I wondered if that was due to an enhancement, or simply due to our sex act. I groaned and my orgasm intensified as I thought of his cock doing the same thing in my ass, filling it with his seed. I hoped that would happen soon. I didn't want to wait for Mike's fuck. Once Mike inseminated me at both ends, I would be his in a way I had never been any other man's. At least that was how I felt. Mike's orgasm slowed, then ended. He let go of his cock and leaned back on his outstretched arms. I swallowed the last of his spunk as my orgasm ended. I milked the last drops of cum out of his cock and looked at him. He had a very satisfied grin on his face.

"Damn, that was good," I said. "Did you enjoy it?"

Mike chuckled.

"Hell, yes! It was hot! How do you like my cum?"

"It's really good."

Mike grinned and shook his head.

"I'm going to want a lot, you know."

"Good!" Mike said.

I suddenly realized that his age was now practically irrelevant, although I had already stopped worrying about our age difference. He wouldn't be dying in thirty years and I wouldn't be dying in forty. We would both have very long lives.

I took his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. I stroked him slowly. His cock grew stiffer, but not as stiff as it was before he came.

"When can you fuck me? I want your spunk in my ass, too."

He grinned.

"By the time I've finished eating your ass out thoroughly, I'll be ready."

I stood up, grinning.

Mike stood up and took my hand. We walked to the 'bathroom' area. The display on the wall next to us became active. Mike had the water come on. We knew enough about the working of the ship and room to select warm water this time. Mike washed my butt. I laughed.

"What?"

"I wonder if the machine copied the shit in our colons," I said.

"Hmm. I guess so."

"It's strange to think a machine can copy a person."

"Yeah, it is. But I imagine we will have the technology in a hundred years," Mike said. "Maybe sooner. I was reading about 3D printing of organs not long ago."

Mike pushed a finger inside my ass. He wrapped his other hand around my erection. He fucked me with his finger while he jacked me off. I turned my head and we kissed. I slid my hand down his chest and belly and took his dick in hand. He was very stiff. He wouldn't have any trouble at all fucking me. He pulled his finger out of me. Then he slowly pushed two back inside me. He fucked me with two for a while. I groaned as I pulled away from the kiss.

"I'm going to come, again," I told him.

"Good."

"I'd rather come when you do," I told him.

Mike nodded and stopped stroking me.

"We need soap and lubricant."

Mike pulled his fingers out of me. He rinsed them off. We wiped most of the water off each other with our hands.

"Towels, too," I said.

Mike nodded.

We walked over to the main display and saw what other things were available. We found soap, but only washing machine detergent and automatic dishwasher detergent. Those were better than nothing, but not ideal. I had no idea how they would affect our skin, but they would probably dry it out. After a while, we found shampoo.

"Well that will work fine for bathing," Mike said.

I nodded.

As we continued paging through all the things we could have, I wondered, "Do you think they scanned a grocery store?"

"I guess so. But not the whole store."

"THIS...IS...THE...SHIP," we heard.

I looked at Mike. He looked as surprised as I felt.

"My scan of human items was aborted when we had to depart. However, I can produce other items if you describe what you want them to do. I can produce an ideal substance for cleaning your skin. I am intimately familiar with your biology, having redesigned your bodies. I can also provide absorbent material for you to dry yourselves."

I wrapped my hand around Mike's cock. I began stroking him.

Mike told the ship we needed a lubricant for sex. I added that it needed to be safe in my colon, as well as our mouths.

"Are you going to suck me after I've been fucking you?" Mike asked me.

"I hadn't thought of that, but you might rim me."

Mike grinned.

"I definitely will rim you. Good idea."

"Will you be mating often?" the ship asked.

"Definitely," I said. Mike grinned at me. "Several times a day, if my mate cooperates."

Mike laughed.

"I'm a cooperative guy."

"I am certain your owner will be delighted if you mate often," the ship said.

I looked at Mike. He was shaking his head. I didn't know what to think about that. I didn't particularly want to have sex in front of an audience, but if the bug was selling us for more because we were males and mates, it was sort of implied that they would be interested in our sex. I had sex in front of dogs and thought nothing of it. Maybe it wouldn't bother me.

"I guess we'll get used to it," Mike said.

I nodded.

I was still stroking him. The idea of aliens watching us have sex hadn't made him lose his erection. In fact, his cock had begun drooling and I rubbed the precum into the head of his dick. Mike squeezed some precum out of his erection and rubbed it on my lips.

"We have to keep those lips moisturized," he said.

I grinned at him.

The ship produced a substance it thought would work as a sexual lubricant. Mike took a bowl of it off a tray. He dipped two fingers in the stuff and rubbed them together.

"Very slippery," he said.

"It will not rinse off easily, although I can produce a detergent which will remove it completely. It should last through several matings," the ship said.

I dipped a finger into it and tasted it. There was no taste. It made my tongue feel slippery when it touched the roof of my mouth.

Mike pushed his two fingers inside me. They slid in easily.

"Perfect!" Mike said.

"We need the detergent which will remove it, too," I told the ship. I wanted to be able to suck Mike without the lubricant all over his dick. My tongue still felt weird. I didn't want my whole mouth feeling weird.

"I have produced a container full of it," the ship said.

Another bowl appeared.

"Can we get it in a container like the shampoo we requested?" I asked.

"Certainly. Do you want the lubricant that way, too?"

"Definitely," Mike said.

The small door in the wall where the things we ordered appeared closed, then.

I ran my hands over Mike.

"Isn't it about time for our first mating?" I asked, grinning.

"Oh? Have you picked a mate?" Mike asked, playfully.

"The job is half-done, mister. I'm only partially inseminated."

Mike laughed.

"Ah! And you wish to be fully inseminated."

"Fully and deeply."

Mike took me in his arms. Looking into his face, I realized I was in love with him. I wasn't sure if I should say it, yet. He might think it was odd that I fell in love so soon. He smiled at me.

"I had just about given up on ever seeing that look in your eyes," he said.

"What look?" I asked.

"Maybe I'm misinterpreting it," he said.

"I doubt it."

I hugged him and he hugged me back.

"I love you." There, I said it!

Mike sighed.

"That's the look," he said.

"Then you weren't misinterpreting it. Do you think I'm weird? I mean to fall in love so quickly?"

"No. I'm delighted. I'm starting to fall in love with you, too."

I ran a fingertip over his erection.

"The lubricant and detergent are ready," the ship said.

I smiled at Mike.

"Are you ready?"

Mike grinned.

"Can't you tell?"

I wrapped my hand around his erection.

"You do feel very stiff."

"I am."

Mike let go of me and walked over for the lubricant. I got up on the bed on my back. Mike squirted some lubricant onto his dick. Then he got up on the bed. He moved between my legs. I smiled at him. He pushed his cock down and let it flop back up.

"You want this?"

"I do, Mike. I love it."

Mike grinned. He moved closer on his knees. I expected him to get started, but he pulled my legs down and lay on top of me. We kissed. I wrapped my arms around him. Having him on top of me felt good. I felt the ridge on his back. I wondered what it was. The bug said the copy machine made it, which I could understand. But why would it disappear? It felt just like skin, though. Then I felt the ridge between his shoulder blades. The skin on the ridge there seemed dry and rougher than the other parts of the ridge. While I felt it, a piece of it came off. That was a surprise. I tried to pull away from the kiss. Mike stopped kissing me and frowned.

"What?"

"Lift up a little, will you?"

He did. I brought my hand to where I could see it. I looked at the piece of skin.

"This came off your back," I told him.

"It did?"

Mike took it from me. It looked a little like the shed skin of a snake, although it was pinkish, rather than white. It was dry, though, like a snake skin. The piece of skin was almost as big as my hand.

"Does you back hurt?" I asked him.

"No. Not a bit. I guess we know now where the ridge will go. It will fall off."

I nodded.

"Are you part snake?" I asked him.

Mike laughed.

"Yes. The part of me you love most is a sort of one-eyed snake."

I laughed hard.

"I do love him!"

"I know!"

Mike pressed his mouth to mine and we kissed, again. He pulled away after a minute, or so. He got off me and moved back between my legs. I pulled my own legs up in the air.

"Eager, aren't you?" he asked, grinning.

"I am! Let's see how good your snake is at burrowing."

"Oh, he's good. He's very, very good."

I chuckled.

Mike put his cock at my hole and pushed. I groaned as he entered me.

"Are you all right?"

"Never better," I told him.

Mike slowly entered me. It burned. I hadn't been fucked for a while. I didn't mind a bit. I looked into Mike's face as he pushed deeper. I smiled at him. That was his cock inside me, not a rubber condom. When he bottomed out, I sighed.

"Breed me. Fill me up."

He grinned. He pulled partway out and slid back in. He stayed with slow strokes for several minutes. I felt for his nipples in the hair on his chest and pulled on them. Mike leaned down and kissed me, as he continued the slow fuck. He pulled away.

"I've fantasized about this," he told me.

"I hope you aren't disappointed."

"Are you kidding? In the fantasies, you weren't looking at me like you are---with love and lust."

I smiled at him.

"You know, if you had ever pulled your dick out and showed it to me, I probably would have wanted to suck you on the spot."

Mike shook his head, grinning.

Mike held himself up with one arm. He began jacking me off with the other, all while continuing to fuck me.

"You're good at this!" I told him.

"Lots of practice. You're going to get lots of practice, too," he said.

I grinned.

"There is nothing else to do, and this IS our honeymoon."

Mike smiled.

"I'm glad you think of it that way."

Mike changed the angle of his thrusts and I groaned.

"I found your prostate!" he said.

I grabbed his hand that was stroking me. I didn't want to come until he did. Mike kept hitting it with his cock, though and it made me come anyway. I cried out as spunk shot out of my cock onto my neck and chin. Then Mike groaned and stopped thrusting. >From the look on his face, I could tell he was coming. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel his jizz inside me. He leaned down and kissed me, again. I shot the rest of my load between our bodies.

I was completely content and very, very happy. I wondered why I wasn't worried at all about our future. We were off to a strange world where we would be sold. And yet, I was happier than I'd ever been. I remembered something the bug said: she and the computer spent two months improving us. What had been improved? She mentioned our reproductive systems, but had she altered our minds? Had she made us less prone to depression? Had she made us more trusting or more prone to being happy? It was ironic that it was how happy I was that made me wonder and worry about the 'improvements'. But if we were going to live for several hundred years, it would be hell if we were depressed. As much as I disliked the idea of our minds being altered (if they were), I supposed it might be for the best. Or maybe my mind was altered enough for me to think it was for the best...

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