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Between the fall of the Empire of Man and the rise of the Republic of Humanity, the fate of the myriad worlds of mankind fared very differently. Many worlds on the fringe of the Empire or who were heavily fought over suffered greatly and were cut off or destroyed so heavily that the people left behind lost some or most of their technology, resulting during the interregnum between the Empire and Republic in sometimes weird and interesting and ingenious ways for Man to survive the travails of existence on a world that, alone, may not have been ideally habitable for Man to live. But others, their fates were much lesser, and they felt little or no fall-out from this time and their technology remained strong and vital and their worlds were lush and inviting, and the people who lived there led a life that the people of the Lost Worlds, as they came to be known, may well have envied or even worshiped as gods these people as they came into contact by various means.
Only one of many examples over the period of Reintegration, as it was called, came in the form of one young scion of a very wealthy family, Benmore Peffington Regis XXIV, or Ben, for short. He was devilishly handsome with hair of golden tone (not blonde, gold) and his skin was soft and clean and a pale tan tone. He wore a skin-tight suit in a pale blue color that matched his eyes, and was transparent to the point of appearing absent in intriguing places, showing off parts of his muscled body to good effect, being arousing without being overtly sexual.
No, he wasn't any form of android or robot, his people had simply evolved a bit during their thousand-plus years on their wonderfully agreeable planet. His body was slim but muscled enough for all proper activities of life and if he needed a massively heavy object moved, he called for his servobots to come do it for him. He was well-educated and not stupid, but he had been born with a solid platinum spoon in his mouth and the very idea of ever having to perform any sort of physical labor had simply never occurred to him.
Take the present he had received for his thirtieth birthday (if he had been born on Earth, he would have been only about twenty-one, but his planet had a shorter rotational period about its slightly cooler star), the ship he was now flying through the cosmos. It was at least three steps above the ships of the Republic scout ships or other vessels. The Republic didn't own any of these kinds of ships because the price tag for them was so high that you could have bought one of the poorer planets outright for the price of this ship. It's major innovation was its trans-dimensional drive, it could travel between the stars in mere days instead of weeks or months. All Ben had to do was adjust his choice of direction on the star chart (a three-dimensional computer model that gave him information on any star he pointed at) and when he liked a destination, he told the ship to take him there, and his navigation was done, he could go to the sauna or massage room or sleep chamber or luxurious dining room and enjoy himself while the ship took him there. Rich people really do live a life the rest of us can only dream about no matter what era they come from.
We shall begin our tale of Ben's adventure at the time after his rather sybaritic birthday party (we shall draw a discreet veil over that, instructive and interesting though it was) and view him the next day, sitting at his ship's navigational star-chart idly viewing the choices of destination as his ship hovered basically motionless in the vacuum between stars. He had chosen to go a days' distance from his home world for a start, and now was deciding what would be interesting enough to view now that the Universe was literally at his fingertips.
One minor star was interesting when he touched it. It was inside Republic space, but was marked "Unincorporated" meaning they had no representation in the Republic assembly and "Restricted" meaning that they had no trade or other commerce with the Republic! By all rights, it should have been integrated over a century ago. "'Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice,'" he quoted as he viewed this and then tapped it as his destination. He would examine this world and satisfy his curiosity. If he got into trouble, his father would surely come bail him out of it. It would take him three days to get there. It was time now for a bite of luncheon. His primary servobot dutifully followed him as he walked out of the room.
When he arrived, he chose to land his ship on the lawn of what was either a palace or a government building, and he stepped out to find that he was given the welcome of an arriving prince. A carpet was laid out for him, of cloth but so thick that his footprints made no impression in it as he strode along. The people who lined the carpet on either side made a strange obeisance as he passed and he chose to simply nod from side to side as he strode toward the dignified man lounging on a large cushion of the same cloth as his carpet only even thicker as two young boys wearing very little fanned him gently. It must have been for show, as the day was on the cool side.
"Greetings, traveler from the skies, we welcome you here to our humble planet. We have had no visitors for centuries and wondered about the fate of the Empire. Last we heard from them, there was some trouble and I hope you can provide me news of that."
"I can and shall."
"Come then, and I shall provide you a feast of which you have never had before." the man declared and the people from the side of the carpet filed behind him as he walked into the palace. It had to be a palace and he had just met the King!
The feel of the place was vaguely Arabic or perhaps ancient Rome. It had aspects of both, but Man whenever he wanted to put on a show did something similar. He was given a cushion like the King's to lounge on and a young boy with dark brown hair and green eyes and a charming smile insisted on feeding him the food as he chose it, using his hands to lift small cuts of meats and vegetables and such to put into his mouth. The boy had washed his hands prior to serving him and did so every time he gestured to the bowl instead of food (he had seen the King do this when one dish ran down the boy's arm), so it was as sanitary as most serving utensils. The food was exotic and flavorful and he enjoyed it.
When the meal was over, and he felt pleasantly full but not stuffed (a nice variation from the feasts where they tried to stuff you to your limit), he was surprised when several hunky guards came out and set up small panels around his cushion, sealing off him and his boy servant in his area. The boy had washed himself before they took away his bowl and the food was also removed. Outside the panels, music rose up, pleasant and a bit rousing.
The boy removed his few clothes and now was totally naked. He got between Ben's legs and said, "Pray, esteemed sir, show me how to remove your clothing down here."
"Why...why do you need to do that?" Ben stammered. He wasn't ignorant, he knew what the boy intended but was stalling.
"I need to remove your clothing so I can pleasure you. It is part of my duties for you after the feast. We have satisfied your need for food, now we must satisfy your need for this. You want this, yes?"
Ben's cock was telling him not to lie. "Well, I wouldn't mind that, but here and now...."
"Please, esteemed sir, if I do not please you, say so and they will choose another, but do not send me away without giving me a chance to please you first. If I fail you, they will punish me."
He couldn't let a kid be whipped just because...could he? "Well, if you are sure you want to do this?"
"Oh, yes, sir, they ask us if we want to be with the man before we come to serve. You are a very handsome man and I am eager to serve you in every way I can."
Ben gulped. "Okay, to open it, just press it right here." He touched a small pale button on the waistband, inconspicuous but visible. He pressed it and the suit parted in half and the lower half opened up to become loose around his waist.
The boy (his name, he had overhead, was Faizah) eagerly skinned the suit off of his body entirely though he had only intended to let the boy at his waist and said, "Please, esteemed sir..;."
"Call me Ben."
"Please, Ben, will you remove or let me remove your upper clothing?"
"I'll do it." Ben pulled off his upper clothing, it had also released its tight hold on him and was no worse than a t-shirt to pull off. Unlike cotton t-shirts, the fabric automatically reverted to right-side out when he got it off his body. He laid it aside and was bare. "Now, I'm all yours, do what you want to do."
"I am so grateful, and I will please you greatly." Faizah bent over Ben's groin and his sweet young mouth gobbled down Ben's prick, healthy seven inches of manhood, and Ben gasped and groaned. He wasn't the only man groaning, the entire assembly seemed to be enjoying this, and Ben had noted that the servers of the women guests had been young men in their physical prime instead of the young boys. No wonder they had kept the food to a reasonable amount and used cushions instead of chairs, this was a great way to end a feast instead of boring speeches or dull songs or jokes. The boy's mouth was remarkable and delightful, he had a positive talent at knowing how to make a man's passion rise up and sing in no time and his prick was eagerly surging toward the goal line of climax.
The boy stopped when Ben was panting hard and said, "You said that you were all mine, Ben? That I could do what I wanted?"
"Yeah, yeah, I said that."
"Then I choose to do this." Faizah climbed up on the cushion and straddled Ben's waist and Ben realized what Faizah was going to do. He wanted to protest, wanted to tell the boy that he didn't have to do this, didn't have to violate his tender sweet little butt just to amuse Ben for a silly feast...but his passion was in full charge of his senses and he kept silent and watched like a coward.
The boy sank down and Ben's spit-slimy cock met the boy's ass and plunged inside. The boy gasped but didn't pause on his downward surge, the prick slid inward and went in and in and in and Ben kept wondering when the boy would stop, he must stop at the three inch mark, the five inch mark....no, the boy didn't pause until the entirety of Ben's seven full inches were fully buried inside his warm little butt and he was sitting on Ben's pubic hair and scrotal sac, and his young green eyes were glazed over and he looked at Ben and a smile formed on his face.
Ben smiled back and he reached up and grabbed the boy's body and pulled that face to his and he kissed it hard and held the boy as he rolled them over so he would be on top and he didn't hesitate, if this boy could take his whole dong, he could take a good fucking!
Faizah and Ben kissed as he began to move his hips like he had done so many times before, but never with a boy and never in a situation like this. It gave his body a certain thrill of delight and tension as he fucked the young boy, who only cried out in his joy as he was royally rammed by the visitor from the stars. Faizah reached up and threaded his fingers through the golden hair of Ben as if the color fascinated him, and Ben smiled at the boy and allowed him to fondle his hair all he wanted to. For himself, he relished the soft skin and gentle ways of this child and wondered if the boy's parents knew how he was being treated in this time and if they actually approved of it, and were honored, or would be horrified. Different planets have different moral codes, he had been taught that from a young age, but this had driven it home to him in a way that he had never felt it before. This was the right thing to do, here and now. He was only doing what he was supposed to be doing.
He used that knowledge to lift the boy up in his arms and hold him while perched on his knees and the boy moaned and began to bob up and down in Ben's arms, fucking himself as he was suspended in mid-air and the ecstatic delight and joy was unbounded as he helped with his hands to bring the boy up and down faster and faster.
His joy was immense and his world's eye was the boy's young face gazing into his and he saw the rapture building in those emerald eyes and he gasped, "I'm about to come, Faizah, can you come with me?"
"I can and I will!" the boy cried out.
"Here I go! AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH!"
"UHHHH-UHHHHH-UHHHHH!"
"HAHHH-HAHHH-HAHHHH-HAHHHH!
"UHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHHH!"
"HUH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' Ben squirted his hot spunk up into the boy's small body and it jetted up into him, so hard and fast that the boy's body couldn't contain it and hot spunk dribbled out of the boy's ass and down Ben's balls to drop onto the cushions with many audible splat-splat-splat-splats!
Faizah's own delight caused him to bend backwards and cry out in his joy and he writhed in Ben's arms and almost fell out, only Ben's hands held him in place and he shook and shuddered as more and more come rained down from his butt, and then they were done, and Ben held him aloft still, wavering, exhausted, drained.
Applause, and cheers, odd but undeniable and Ben turned his head and saw that the panels had been removed and the assembly had gathered around to witness what he had done and he felt both mortified and triumphant at the same time, all these naked women and men applauding, and the boys as well, cheering for Faizah's remarkable agility.
The King was there as Ben sheepishly lowered the boy to the ground and he got off and went to the group of boys and was regaled by them, and the King approached Ben and said, "I see you were enjoying yourself as you were supposed to. Was Faizah pleasing to you?"
"Very pleasing to me," Ben said, trying for a brave approach, he hadn't done anything wrong, after all, or the crowd wouldn't have applauded.
"I am gratified to hear that. Faizah, attend me."
Faizah ran over and gave the obeisance to the King. "Was this man pleasing to you?"
"I am very, very pleased with this man, Father."
"I am glad for you, my son. You may go."
The King turned back to Ben, who felt so dizzy he was about to faint. Father? He had fucked the King's own son?
"I am sorry to interrupt your feast as I did, but I must inform you that your mechanical servant has arrived and is demanding to speak to you."
"Really? All right, where is he?"
The crowd parted and his servobot came up. "I have an urgent message from your father."
"Very well, what is it?"
The servobot enclosed him in a sort of cell which kept anyone nearby from hearing a word, "He demands that you depart this world at once, it is under Restriction and you are in severe violation of an order that predates the Republic by being here."
"I can't see why it's under Restriction, but I guess I had better go," Ben sighed. He signaled the servobot to open the "cell" and said to the King. "I have to leave your world as soon as possible. I am sorry, I don't want to leave."
"I understand. It is my desire to restore relations with your Republic and want you to tell your people that they are now welcome to come visit my world. That old Restriction is no longer needful, our world is now established and peaceful."
"I will tell them." Ben said. He got dressed rather awkwardly and left with the servobot.
He got aboard his ship and was ready to leave in a few minutes. After he was en route to his homeworld, the servobot said, "Master, the King loaded a gift for you to take with you and said not to open it until you were in flight back to your own world."
"Oh, very well, let us see what it is."
The box was some four feet high and two feet square the other two dimensions. He got it open and was floored by the contents.
Faizah jumped out and into his arms. "Ben! I am so happy to see you again!"
"But...but...the gift!" Ben stammered.
"I am your gift, Ben, the gift is me, to go with you to your home world and be with you as long as you want me to. Don't you want me to be with you?"
The boy's hand went to his groin and Ben groaned. "I have to think this all through, Faizah, give me a few hours, okay? Servobot, take Faizah to my bedroom and make him comfortable."
"Very well."
Some five hours later, Ben was at his controls, using the transdimensional communicator that let him speak directly to his father. "Ben, why did you go to that Restricted world of all places? Don't you know how much trouble you are in?"
"Father, please, that Restriction turns out to date from Imperial days and the inhabitants don't even want to be left out of the Republic anymore."
"Oh. Well, I hope you didn't take anything from that planet. Did you take anything?"
"Only a gift given me by the King himself." Ben looked down at his crotch, naked from the waist down, and between his legs, his cock in the sweet warm mouth, was Faizah grinning up at him before he returned to sucking away. "This gift is very precious to me, Dad, and between you and me, I am not going to ever let it go!"
He killed the feed and his father disappeared from the view and Ben gave himself to his passion. "Oh, fuck, Faizah, I'm going to come!"
Faizah just kept sucking and sped up.
"UH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH, HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ben loaded his young passenger with his come-load and slunk down in his chair in relief. "No, I'm never going to let go of you." he said.
"And I'm never going to let go of you, Ben," Faizah replied.
"Including this ship, Faizah, you are the best gift I ever got."
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