Page 17 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

DADDY

Ididn’t knowif my plan would work, but I had to try and help him. The longer I was on this planet, the clearer it became just how much control technology held over these creatures. During my trips to procure additional clothes and tools, I noticed more and more of the technological captivity this species faced. They seemed calm about their imprisonment, as though they had surrendered their freedom in exchange for peace with the system that ruled over them. Perhaps it was futile to intervene, but I had to at least understand what I was observing.

When Twink stepped out of the door to his building, his eyes widened with his grin. We’d had few interactions, but in each encounter, I could feel how he activated my primal needs, and today was no different.

“Hey,” he said, sizing me up. “Looking good.”

“Thank you. I’ve had time to see what others with similar physiques and statures have been wearing and simulated this when deciding on what to wear.”

His expression twisted up. “That’s what most of us do. It looks good on you, but have to say, I prefer you in what you were wearing the other night.”

I could sense the rush in him, his attraction toward me. It sent a jolt shooting up my spine, and my cock stiffened, which caught his gaze.

“Okay, so…I’ll show you around, then.” He led the way, taking me to the main street. He described some of the buildings’ usage: hotel, barber, restaurant. “This is where a lotof the gays brunch, as you can see.” He motioned toward a place with an impressive patio packed with mostly men.

Two of the men caught my attention. I assumed they were mates, as they had several smaller offspring around them that favored them somewhat, and it poked at that deep desire to have many of my own. To think, I had plenty of offspring already, yet it wasn’t enough to sate my desire to breed. The life of a Furker…

We continued on Twink’s tour for a few more minutes. I asked questions, out of sincere interest to have a better understanding of this world, and specifically his community. He was quick to offer answers, even if at times he looked as though I’d asked something that perhaps I should have already known if I were really from this planet.

We were only a block from the spot where we met when he said, “You mentioned your ex-girlfriend and impregnating, so I guess I should have asked if you have any kids.”

“I do.”

“Huh. That’s cool. And where did you say you were from?”

“I didn’t.”

He snickered, though I sensed discomfort. “Well, aren’t you cryptic? An ex-girlfriend, kids, and some mystery place you don’t want to tell me about.”

“Sorry. Were you asking to know where I’m from?”

“Of course.”

“Very far from here.”

“Overseas?”

“Yes, it is certainly over your seas.”

He gave me another look, the sort that made me feel that, if I kept on like this, he would discover my deception, but it wouldn’t be long before he figured that out anyway.

As we neared the alley leading to theKaylog, I appreciated that my plan seemed to be coming together perfectly. If only he could give me insight into this place, on how to spare him fromthis technological subjugation…assuming he even wanted to live a life of rebellion and join the resistance. Maybe he’d prefer to remain comfortably within the safety of his confinement?

“Would you like to see where I’m staying?” My nerves prickled, hopeful as he looked at me, exuding that potent sexual energy, his smile perking even more.

“That’d be nice.”

I led him into the alley, and he hesitated, not following right away.

“Everything all right?” I asked.

“Um…it’s nothing.” He followed me, but I could still sense his uneasiness, which concerned me.

“You aren’t okay, though,” I observed as we continued down the alley.

“Is it gonna be weird if I say Eric told me to be careful around you?”

Tension ratcheted up in me. Maybe Eric was better at determining if someone wasn’t under the grip of the mother system. If that was the case, Twink had no idea Eric was the one harming him, not me.