Mark Alders A Human for Christmas

War has devastated planet Earth. Only a few
pockets of humans survive, and even then, it’s a
meagre existence where famine and disease are
common and surviving each day paramount. All
hope for humanity is dwindling. The Earth is
dying.

Unexpectedly, a strange alien race, giant blue

furred beings known as the Teathans, offer
assistance in a way no human could have ever
contemplated. Humans are to be cared for like
cherished toys, as it is the Teathan’s goal in life to
look out for others.

Greg Scott is one of the first chosen. He’s

provided food, shelter and affection from his alien
owner. Everything he has ever needed is his every
whim. He has found paradise on Teathan and
humanity has a new hope.

Everything is perfect until Greg’s owner is

visited by his friend and a love that shouldn’t exist
between the aliens is revealed. Will Greg’s utopia
be shattered once the truth gets out? Will he be
forced to return to Earth? Or will something
unexpected happen? Will Greg come up with a
solution, both unorthodox and oh so very human,
to solve the aliens’ dilemma?

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A Human for Christmas

Mark Alders

For Tj

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ar has devastated planet Earth. Only a few
pockets of humans survive, and even then,
it’s a meagre existence where famine and

disease are common and surviving each day
paramount. All hope for humanity is dwindling.
The Earth is dying.

Unexpectedly, a strange alien race, giant blue-

Greg Scott is one of the first chosen. He’s

provided food, shelter and affection from his alien
owner. Everything he has ever needed is his every
whim. He has found paradise on Teathan and
humanity has a new hope.

Everything is perfect until Greg’s owner is

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solution, both unorthodox and oh so very human,
to solve the aliens’ dilemma?

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Chapter One

A Human Idea

resident Naidoc drummed his fingers on his
desk. “We’ve received the initial draft of the
treaty between us and the Teathans, Skiles.”

“It’s interesting they want to care for humans,

isn’t it?”

“Very interesting, for sure, but one thing

concerns me.” The President shifted his weight,
making his chair creak.

“What’s that?”
“Our reputation.”
“I don’t follow.” Skiles remained standing until

the President offered him a seat. The office of the
President was sparse, more like a war bunker than
anything resembling the office of old.

“Well, look at the state we’re in. Our population

is down to fifty-million or so because we’re too
trigger happy. Who’d want to take on humanity as
a mission without some sort of sweetening of the

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deal?”

“The Teathans care for others, that’s their way.

If they do so successfully, they obtain their version
of enlightenment. In fact, every species that has
ever walked, crawled, flown or slithered on their
planet still does so. I find that quite amazing.”
Skiles’s voice raised an octave, his excitement
clear.

The President rubbed his chin. “Can we use

that information so the Teathans will care for at
least half of us who are left at the very least?”

“Why half?”
“That’s the number we need to remove from

Earth so we can all survive. Sure, we have a couple
of other plans in the pipeline, but for the here and
now the Teathan solution seems our best option. I
mean, what limited resources we have left just
won’t last long even with our numbers so
decimated if we don’t act fast. Simple as that.”

Skiles, without thinking, retrieved his son’s

action figure toy from his carry bag. He had been
carrying it since his son passed away from
complications arising from a breech in the city
shield a few months back. Foul air rushed in and
before it could be sealed, many thousands died.
No amount of medication can help when the very
air people breathe is toxic. The action figure was
the only reminder Skiles had of him. The only
thing he cherished in the world. “We could appeal

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to the Teathans on their most primal level.”

“Explain.”
Skiles placed the GI Joe onto the President’s

table. “My son looked after this like it was the last
breath of his life. He loved it because it
represented something he could admire, dream
about, and something which gave him hope for
the future. I believe…I believe we should—”

“Package humans like toys?” The President’s

eyebrows shot up, concern, surprise and curiosity
evident on his face.

“Not just any toy. A cherished collector’s item,

if you will. Put it this way, compared to the
Teathans, humans are about the size of this action
figure, anyway. What better way to appeal to
them? Teathan young adults, our target
demographic, would be more than interested in
obtaining something as cool as a limited edition
human, I would bet my reputation on it. I mean,
why not change the stasis pods to something
bright and colourful to resemble packaging? Then,
it’s a matter of dressing up the people who will go
inside them in the clothes of their professions, put
in some accessories and send them on their merry
way. Heck, why not even give the Teathans the
idea of Christmas? Have them give each other
humans to look after. What could be more
appealing than that? They already want to care for
us, we will just ensure they won’t be able to resist.

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Sweeten the deal as you have said, Mr. President.”

The President smiled. “You would have to do

psyche tests for the first batch of people going
over to Teathan care. We’ll monitor them carefully
and if it takes, we go full on with your idea. If you
ask me, I can’t imagine everyone will want to be
undressed and bathed by a giant blue furred alien.
We have to make sure those we send can handle
pretty much anything.”

“Of course.”
“We would also have to add some wording into

the treaty so only young adults, say those over
eighteen or so, were given the responsibility of
looking after a human. I don’t want the limbs of
my people ripped off by over enthusiastic
infants.”

“Agreed.”
The President picked up the GI Joe. “Then I

think we have something to work on. Get to it,
Skiles. I want the first group of people sent off to
Teathan Prime before the end of the month.”

Skiles stood, retrieved his son’s treasured

possession, placing it back into his bag and offered
a salute. “Yes, Mr. President.”

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Chapter Two

A Human in a Box.

ou can open your present now, Anton. It
has been chosen for you,” Anton’s father
said, a proud smile beaming on his huge

face. He patted his son on his shoulder,
encouraging him.

Looking up through his blue-furred fringe,

Anton smiled back, the excitement within him
reaching boiling point. He was kneeling in front of
what the humans called a Christmas tree.
Decorations and tinsel dripped off the branches
and strange lights blinked in a weird pattern. This
was the second year since they had made contact
with humanity, their culture enhanced by some of
the more quaint customs of their race. Christmas
being one of them. “Which one is mine?”

“All of them. But open the box over there with

the green patterned wrapping. It’s from your
mother and I and someone the humans call
Santa.”

“Y

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“Santa? I don’t know anyone named Santa.”

Anton’s face wrinkled. Confusion found him once
more. A common occurrence when dealing with
humans and their ways, he had discovered. Sure,
all Teathans received a manual on humans, their
behaviour, customs, anatomy and how to care for
them after the treaty was signed, but nothing was
ever as clear cut as it was in the manual.

“Well, he’s supposed to know everyone and he

is also supposed to know if you’ve been good or
bad.”

Anton blurted, “He must be magical, a Great

Spirit if I have ever heard of one. But you know
I’ve been good, Father. I have accomplished all my
levels of spirituality for my age, haven’t I?”

His father ruffled his fur. “Yes, you have. That’s

why I arranged to get you something special for
our first Christmas. You have come to the age of
responsibility, and as such you must expand
yourself to become an even more complete whole.
With this gift of responsibility your enlightenment
will be assured, I promise.”

Without hesitation, Anton reached over to pick

up the present. It was deceptively heavy, even
though it wasn’t very large. What was it? He
hoped with all his heart it was a human. He had
always wanted his very own human, especially
after his best friend, Donnal got one for his
birthday last month. They interacted with the

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human, a young man named Jarrod—according to
the box—for hours and hours, discovering more
and more about him than they had ever imagined.
Even more than what the manual said. It was so
cool.

Anton ripped off the wrapper.
When revealed, his heart skipped a beat and he

took in a breath, scared to let go for fear that what
he saw was just a dream he’d blow away. Inside
the box was a human man. A man dressed in what
he believed was military camouflage clothing,
complete with helmet. There was even a toy gun
shrunk wrapped next to him. A pair of binoculars,
as well. “Oh, Father, thank you! I always wanted
an army action human to care for. Ooh, he’s a
limited edition, too!”

“You make sure you look after him. I don’t

want to have to return him or explain to the house
elders and the priests why you failed to look after
a being who needs you. A being who has been
chosen for you and you alone.”

“Yes, Father.”
On the box, under the words and serial

number, This is Greg Scott, a Real Human and Army
Captain, were three simple instructions. Activate
your human by pressing the red button, this will
reverse the stasis field. Don’t forget to feed your
human and care for him as you would any live
being, your enlightenment depends on it now he

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has been chosen for you. Enjoy many years of
contentment as you grow with your human.
Above all, give him all the love you can and care
for him always.

Under the instructions were several warnings.

Not suitable for those not of age or for those not
chosen to care for a human. Do not immerse in
water for more than a few moments. Do not
expose to radiation. Do not wrap in plastic. Do not
bend limbs against natural movement. Above all,
do not allow humans to procreate unless you
obtain a license, it intervenes in the
Teathan/Human treaty.

Anton picked up the box, bringing it close to his

face. He studied it for what seemed an eternity.
The human inside was handsome. Short dark hair,
nice features, blue eyes, and muscular, even with
clothing on. Anton smiled again. He had a human.
His very own human and he couldn’t believe it.
Donnal would be thrilled when he finds out about
this and he couldn’t wait to show him. Actually,
scratch that, he couldn’t wait to get Greg out of his
stasis chamber and begin interacting with him.

The first thing he’d do was introduce himself,

feed him, and give him a bath. After all, caring for
a human was one of the most important things a
Teathan of age could do, what any Teathan could
do. To do so meant they were respected in society
and able to move up the steps of enlightenment

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much quicker. The humans needed the Teathans.
The treaty between their species was one which
had been considered for many seasons, the
consideration of both sides taken into account. The
Teathans had saved humanity because humanity
couldn’t save itself. In return, humanity allowed
themselves to be looked after. A perfect
arrangement.

“Aren’t you going to open your other presents,

Anton?” his father said, knocking him from his
reverie.

One by one, he opened each present while he

waited for the stasis field to disintegrate and
awaken his human. All were revealed to be
accessories for Greg. A shower room, a vehicle, a
bedroom, clothes, and most importantly, a large
box of human kibble—little bundles of dried food
filled with all the nutrients a human needed. He’d
imagine Greg to be hungry after being in stasis for
months and months—the journey from Earth
many light years.

When the red light flicked blue, Anton opened

the front panel of the box. His human’s eyelids
flicked open. A smile drew up his lips. “Hey,
buddy,” Greg said. “I’m all yours.”

Anton couldn’t contain his excitement. He said

with a squeal, “I’m Anton and I’m here to care for
you forever…Greg Scott.”

Greg kept his smile, reaching into his shirt

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pocket to retrieve a cigar he then shoved into his
mouth, not bothering to light it. “That’s perfect. I
love being looked after. Now, help me get out of
here, I think my arse has moulded to this damn
plastic container.”

Anton reached in, and as carefully as he could,

picked up Greg. Nerves overcame him. Donnal
didn’t let him pick up Jarrod. When he held him in
his hands, he added, “You’re lighter than I
thought you’d be.”

“Well, I have been watching my weight lately,

buddy.”

“Are you hungry?”
Greg nodded, chewing on his cigar. “Yeah, and

I can take a piss you wouldn’t believe, either.”

“You talk funny.”
“And you’re a giant twenty-foot tall blue-furred

orang-utan, but I ain’t gonna hold that against
you.”

Anton smirked, catching on to Greg’s unique

sense of humour. Thankfully, he had been
exposed to Donnal’s human, otherwise his
confusion would have overwhelmed him. The
manual sure didn’t cover a lot of human nuances.
“And you’re a…what do you humans call
them…a little hairless pigmy monkey?”

Greg let out a laugh, spitting out his cigar, but

catching it. “I think we’re going to get on just fine.
Now, where’s this grub you promised?”

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Chapter Three

A Human Lesson

fter he had relieved himself under the careful
watch of his new master, fed and washed,
Greg stood naked on Anton’s desk, hands on

hips, waiting for his clothes to be placed upon
him.

“Do you need to poo before I clothe you,

Greg?”

“Naw, I sliced one off before I went into stasis.

Taking a slash was enough for me for now. A big
relief having an empty bladder, let me tell you.”
Strangely, Greg didn’t mind being naked in front
of his new master. Sure beat army inspections.
They were usually filled with humiliation and
way too much skin contact with people he
couldn’t stand for. This was different. This was
more about curiosity. Greg liked curiosity. He was
glad he volunteered for the programme which
would ensure the survival of humanity under the

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care of the Teathans. Many weren’t so lucky.

“What’s slicing one off and taking a slash

supposed to mean?” Anton flicked through the
pages of his manual. The more he looked the more
frantic his search became. Obviously, the manual
didn’t go into human colloquialisms or
mannerisms.

Greg smiled. He sure was going to have some

fun living with Anton. “Do yourself a favour and
get rid of that manual. I’ll teach you all you need
to know, you can count on that.”

Anton threw the book onto his bed.
He took a moment to look around while Anton

got himself comfortable. Teathan houses were
grown from the trees of their forests, and
everything had a wonderful natural feel and look
to it. The walls lived and breathed, and inside
their rooms, the environment was surprisingly
warm, even for late evening.

“All right. Teach me.”
“Sure thing.” Greg came to sit, crossing his legs.

Again, he didn’t care he was naked. He picked up
his cigar, chewing on it. To do such a thing was
familiar and relaxed him. Anton didn’t seem to
mind he did it either. It’s not like he was lighting it
up, anyway. “Let’s start with a little thing I like to
refer to as getting to know one another. After all,
you’ll be wiping my arse and waiting on me hand
and foot, so I think you should know everything,

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buddy—say, why did you guys take on human
sounding names? Don’t you have Teathan
names?”

Anton nodded. “We do. But to pronounce them

you would need a resonance chamber in the
frontal lobe of your skull.”

“I see.”
“Our elders, after learning your language and

passing it onto all of us through spirit learning,
decided to change our names to ones more
familiar to you. That way, when you came into our
homes, you would feel more welcome.”

“Hey, I’ve been taken to the loo, fed and

bathed. If I don’t have to lift a finger, then that’s
welcome enough for me. You’ve done more for me
in two hours than any human ever has, including
those I’ve fucked.”

Anton let out a laugh. “You talk so differently

to Donnal’s human, Jarrod.”

Greg raised an eyebrow. “I do, do I? What is he,

some sort of nerd, or something?”

The Teathan had set up the top of his desk to

resemble a human house, as he understood them
to be. A bedroom, a bathroom and a lounge room
were situated in a reasonably logical arrangement.
Some of the furniture was a bit weird, as in no
human would be able to use them, but still, the
thought was there. For Greg, this was his new
home. He might as well get used to it even if some

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of the chairs seemed to cut him in two when he sat
on them.

“I don’t know what a nerd is, but I notice your

heart beat a little quicker when I mentioned
Jarrod. Are you all right, Greg?”

“You can see inside me? Fucking hell, us

humans are inferior, aren’t we? No wonder we’re
on the edge of extinction and the Teathans are the
master race of the galaxy.”

“We are only the masters of ourselves,

obtaining spiritual enlightenment during the
mortal years we spend on Teathan Prime. Nothing
more. I don’t think this…fucking, as you said, has
anything to do with it, whatever that is. And to
answer your question, no, I can’t see inside you
but I can sense your energy…if that makes sense.”

“Not one bit, buddy. Still, I think we’ve got a lot

to learn from each other, that’s for sure.”

Anton had retrieved a pair of army-style shorts

out of a chest of drawers, holding them up. “These
are so cute. You’d look good in these, Greg.”

Greg stood up. “Sure, why not. Dress me

however the hell you like. Heck, put me in a pink
tutu if that floats your boat. I’m your action figure,
after all.”

The Teathan seemed to ignore him, his interest

on other things as he slipped the shorts onto Greg
with great care. “Your anatomy is a little different
to Jarrod’s, from what I’ve seen,” the Teathan

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mumbled, his concentration clear.

“What’cha mean?”
The Teathan poked a finger onto Greg’s

stomach, but did so without hurting. His
fingernail alone was huge, the size of a garbage
bin lid at least and a brilliant blue. “You are more
muscularly defined and your genitals are a
different size. I want to ask, are all humans
different in such ways? And why do human males
have their genitals on the outside of their bodies,
doesn’t it hurt? Wouldn’t it be more practical to
have such a sensitive part retract into your body
until needed?”

Greg returned the cigar to his mouth while

Anton dressed him in his army clothes. “It only
hurts if someone kicks or punches me in the balls
without warning. Bedsides, without seeing this
Jarrod dude, I can’t say if my cock is bigger or
smaller than his—’cause I know that’s what you
mean, Anton buddy. But for me, I’m perfectly
normal, that’s all you have to worry about.”

Anton slipped on Greg’s shirt, buttoning it up

nimbly considering the size of his hands. “Jarrod’s
penis is bigger.”

“Ouch, way to hurt a guy.”
A flash of confusion crossed the Teathan’s face.

“I don’t understand. I was very careful not to hurt
you while I put on your clothes.”

“What I mean is, a guy’s dick is his pride. By

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saying another bloke has a bigger cock than mine,
you hurt my pride.”

Anton looked concerned. “I’m so sorry. I will

repent at my next spiritual meeting, asking for
forgiveness from my priest for being so
disrespectful to you and your body. Please
understand I am still learning. Please forgive me.”

Greg let out a laugh and slapped Anton on the

back of his hand with as much affection as he
could muster. “Don’t worry about it. You’re
forgiven in my book. Now, let’s get some sleep so
tomorrow we can go outside and interact or do
whatever it is we’re supposed to do. I want to see
these famous forests and living cities of your
world.”

A knock on the door startled them both. Anton

let out a gasp, while Greg, cursed under his
breath. The hour was late. Who could be at the
door at this time? The evening meal had been
consumed, and really, as far as Greg understood,
they were getting ready to settle in for the night.

“Enter,” Anton said.
Another Teathan came into Anton’s bedroom,

one Greg hadn’t seen before. It was an older
adolescent male, the developing chest fur in a
contrasting orange to the blue which covered him
and the sprouting eyebrow ridges a dead
giveaway. The Teathan male carried a human. A
human dressed as a doctor—lab coat and plastic

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stethoscope visible.

“Anton,” the Teathan said.
“Donnal,” Anton said, his voice husky and an

octave lower.

As soon as the Teathan was in the room proper,

the door closed behind him, he placed his human
on the desk and embraced Anton. Greg didn’t
need to see inside his master to know they both
had a thing for one another. No matter the species,
affection was clear—their embrace warm, their
touch gentle and wandering over each other’s
bodies as they drew each other in close. They
touched noses, too.

Greg was warmed by the thoughts of his

observation, but he turned his attention to the
visitor in his new home. Jarrod was handsome, tall
and had an appeal to him Greg thought he’d never
experience again in his life. He had to admit,
Donnal’s human was attractive. Attractive in the,
I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you kind
of way, too. Then again, would coming onto
Jarrod be prudent? What were the rules for two
human males fucking each other? Did the treaty
allow for homosexual contact? Or, more
importantly, was this Jarrod character open to
some cock action? Heck, he’d play doctor and
patient with the man any day of the week.

“So what’s your story, doctor? Or do you prefer

I call you, Jarrod?” Greg barked.

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Chapter Four

Sowing the Seeds

nton loved to touch Donnal. His fur was soft,
his body hard and firm and masculine. But he
had to stop himself. To be with a male was

forbidden, especially since he was next in line to
be the leader of his house. The laws of the Great
Spirit didn’t allow for two males to touch each
other in a way a male and a female could touch,
much to Anton’s dismay.

Then again, no law spelled out whether or not

the forbidden touch between two males had to be
sexual to be illegal. He could be close to Donnal in
so many other ways. They had slept together,
embracing each other while they dreamt, many
times. They held hands and kissed each other in
places which gave great joy but could not be seen
as sexual attraction to those who would observe.
As far as the outside world knew, they were best
friends.

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“I needed to see you,” Donnal whispered.
“I’m glad you did come, even if only for a brief

moment before night mass.”

When he parted his welcoming embrace from

Donnal, Anton sensed something unexpected. His
human’s pulse had quickened, his skin releasing
sweat. Did Greg have feelings for Jarrod in the
same way he had feelings about Donnal? He had
not read in the manual about human males having
intimate relationships with each other. According
to the manual, human males only fought with
other males for the interest of a female. Was the
manual wrong…again?

Anton went over to his desk.
Greg and Jarrod were talking amongst

themselves. What they were discussing wasn’t
clear, not while Anton’s mind was clouded by the
touch of his love interest, anyway. A few moments
passed before he could blow away the cobwebs of
attraction from his thoughts and concentrate on
the moment.

“Jarrod here is a nerd,” Greg said, chewing on

his cigar.

Jarrod folded his arms. “And this man is crude

and obnoxious.”

“Well, take down your pants and bend over,

doctor. I’ll show you how crude I can get when I
shove my throbbing cock up your arse to take
your temperature.”

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Anton chuckled behind his hand. Seemed

human males could find each other attractive.
Interesting. Was homosexuality a universal trait
amongst sentient species?

The doctor went over to his master. “Take me

home please, Donnal. I can’t stand being here any
longer. Not in the presence of this oaf, anyway.”

Before Donnal could answer and before Anton

could suggest they all work it out because he
didn’t want to see Donnal leave so soon, his father
entered his bedroom. “Donnal, your house called.
You are to return home for mass before you retire
for the night with your clan.”

Donnal picked up Jarrod, placing him back into

his bag. “I will see you later, Anton.”

Anton was about to reach out and touch

Donnal’s hand to let him know he would be
missed, but hesitated, then chose not to. To show
affection to another male, especially in front of his
father, wouldn’t be wise. Besides, even though
Donnal’s visit was brief, he got to see him. That
was all he needed. His dreams would be filled
with his touch, his scent, his presence tonight.
Such things would be wonderful, giving him
strength for tomorrow.

When his bedroom was clear of visitors, Greg

coughed, drawing Anton’s attention toward him.
“You’ve got it bad for Donnal, haven’t you,
buddy?”

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“No,” he replied, being more defensive in his

response than he would have liked.

“Yeah, and my balls don’t hang low when I’m

hot.”

Anton turned away from his human. “You

don’t understand.”

“What’s to understand? Even though your

dick’s inside you, it doesn’t take a genius to see
you’re getting a hard on over this Donnal dude. I
mean look at you, you’re a mess. I know the
difference between love and lust. The way you
two made contact that was love, straight up and
no fooling. Why not go for it, buddy? He’s got a
mighty fine backside for a Teathan, let me tell you.
You should get yourself some of it.”

“It is forbidden for males to touch each other as

a male and female would, that’s why? I would be
disowned, relegated to the forest floor where
darkness reigns and houses don’t grow.”

“What a stupid law. Love is love and if you

want to fuck your friend, why the hell shouldn’t
you be able to?”

Anton turned his attention back to his human.

“Then why didn’t you consummate your feelings
for Jarrod just then? I know you are attracted to
him just as I am attracted to Donnal. You were
sweating, your heart was racing and your voice
changed in pitch even though you tried to hide it
with jibes.”

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Greg curled the corner of his lips. “You’ve got

me all worked out, haven’t you?”

“Sadly, I don’t.”
Greg jumped off the table top house and went

to his master. “Do you love Donnal?”

“I love him with all my heart and spirit, Greg. I

love him so much it hurts my dreams thinking of
how I can’t be with him.”

“Then be with him.”
“You know such a thing is impossible. I’m to be

mated to a female of the house priest’s choosing at
the turn of the next season because I’m now of
age. Only a miracle can stop that.”

Greg chewed on his cigar. “Then I’m your

miracle, buddy. I’m the man you’ll need so you
can get your dick into Donnal’s arsehole where it
belongs, I promise.”

Anton blushed. Greg was crude as Jarrod had

said, but what he spoke was the truth. There
might be a way he could spend time with Donnal.
Surely, amongst the new laws with the humans,
there could be a loophole. Such a thing would be
difficult, but then again, the path to contentment
was just as difficult as the one to enlightenment.
And it was true, he would need Greg’s help to
accomplish such a thing. After all, being a
caretaker for a human was an important
responsibility. Donnal received Jarrod before he
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slim chance they could be together, their goal of
enlightenment the same. “What do you have in
mind?”

“You just keep on looking after me and I’ll do

the rest. You have a manual on humans, but let me
tell you this straight up, us humans know a thing
or two about Teathans and their spiritual laws.
Why else would we agree to be your living toys?
We knew, without doubt, we’d be looked after.
Now, time to hit the sack, I believe. Tomorrow’s
going to be a big day.”

“I must attend our house’s night mass before I

rest. But can I ask you one thing, Greg?”

“Sure, knock yourself out, buddy. Ask away.”
“Will you sleep with me tonight?”
Greg climbed back up to his house, using the

living ropes which grew from the furniture to
assist him. “Sure, I’ll sleep with you, but the
moment your dick comes out to play, I’m out of
your bed quick smart. I don’t fancy being
drowned in your wet dreams while you think of
your man. I mean, I can only imagine the size of
what you’re blessed with, but I’m sure it’ll be
bigger than me if not more, no damn doubt. I
don’t fancy being confronted with a one-eyed
snake I can’t even get my arms around, that’s for
sure.”

Anton offered a smirk. “All you need to know

is that it’s perfectly normal.”

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“Good one, buddy. I’ll have you understanding

us humans in no time, that’s for sure.”

“I’m learning fast, aren’t I?” With those words

Anton went to his door, mentally preparing
himself for evening mass. With a smile, he said,
“Stay here. I will be back soon.”

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Chapter Five

A Human Move

he night had been interesting to say the least.
Sleeping with a Teathan was sort of like being
in a half waking, half dream-like state,

everything shared within the dream as he was
cuddled close to his chest fur. And yes, Anton did
dream. Dreams which were the most erotic Greg
had ever experienced in his life. Dreams where
Anton was entwined in Donnal’s arms, their
physical and spiritual being joined. Kissing,
touching, sharing, making love. Oh, God, how
they made love. It was beautiful.

Greg was also sure there was a night-time

ejaculation there at some stage as well. The
acceleration in breathing and the unmistakable
shudder of flesh while Anton pleasured himself all
the evidence Greg needed to make such an
assumption. Still, he didn’t have the heart to get
out of the bed as he said he would if Anton’s cock

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unretracted from his sheath. Besides, Anton’s dick
was well enough away from him. After all a
twenty-foot being compared to a six foot one did
provide a rather convenient physical barrier even
though they shared the same bed.

At dawn’s first light filtering through the great

trees of the forest city, Greg got up and fixed
himself a drink. Anton had dressed him in his
night-time attire, singlet and boxers. He had a
boner, and as such climbing off the mega-structure
which was the Teathan’s bed proved more
difficult than he would have liked. Not only were
Anton’s dreams erotic, enough to spur him to
hardness, the thought of Jarrod added to his
morning glory and his difficulty moving about a
room with oversized living furniture. A good
wank right now would relieve him of his burden.

Before he could contemplate any self-love,

Anton said, “You’re awake…and I can see you’re
rather excited as well. Did you dream of Jarrod?”

Greg didn’t bother hiding the fact his boxers

ballooned out in front of him. When he was in his
table-top house, he shoved his cigar into his
mouth and stood proud, hands on hips. “I didn’t
need to dream of Jarrod. You did enough
dreaming for the both of us, and let me tell you
this for free, you so need to get your end into
Donnal real bad, otherwise I’m gonna wake up
each morning with a boner only Jarrod’s lips can

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cure.”

“You are right. I do need to be with Donnal.”

Anton pulled back the living bedclothes, a leaf-like
down which naturally knotted together to form a
cover, and stepped out of his bed. His cock, red-
skinned and massive, was exposed, sprouting tall
and proud from his blue fur. Seemed Anton’s
dream lingered with him to enhance his morning
glory as well.

Greg gasped. What a sight a Teathan penis was.

It was not unlike a humans, the head large if a bit
more pointed, but the skin was slick with fluid,
the effect of being inside his body and only
coming out when needed.

“Damn, I was right. That thing you’ve got is

fucking bigger than me, you lucky bastard.”

Anton did his best to try and hide his erection,

to no avail. He was just too hard to cover it with
his hands or any position other than turning away.
“I’m sorry, it is rude of me to expose my genitals
to you.”

“Hey, doesn’t bother me in the least. We’re all

friends here.” Greg pulled down his boxers, his
cock springing up, his foreskin fully retracted to
reveal his bright red head. A dribble of pre-cum
glistened as it wept out of his piss slit like a tear.
His head, fully engorged, the same colour as
Anton’s cock skin. “Now, I think we both need to
wank so we can move on. What’cha say, buddy?”

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“I’ve never pleasured myself in front of anyone

before, human or otherwise.”

“Well, didn’t stop you last night, did it?”
The Teathan’s cheeks flushed, “Again, I’m

sorry.”

Greg sat on his new bed, grabbing his own cock

and jerking it to relieve the pressure. He opened
his legs wide so Anton could get a good view of
what he was doing. Nothing like a shared jerk-off
session to enhance the bonds of friendship. In
Greg’s book, once you blew your load in front of a
bloke, if he wasn’t a lover, he was a friend for life.
“Just blow your load already so we can get on
with more important thing like fixing me
breakfast. I’m fucking starving.”

Anton got onto the floor, taking a while to get

comfortable. But unlike how Greg touched
himself, the Teathan only touched his cock head,
rubbing his fingers over the skin in circular
motions. Greg supposed the rest of his dick was
too sensitive to touch considering it was retracted
inside his genital pouch ninety percent of the time
and he didn’t have any outside skin to speak of
over the shaft, not in the same way he did at any
rate. In a way he was glad humans had their
genitals on the outside. More fun when he could
rub himself off over his whole length.

Soon, the room was filled with the sound of

them both enjoying each other in a personal way.

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Greg’s balls gently slapped against his skin as he
jerked himself to climax, while Anton’s cock
changed to a deeper crimson, his breathing deep
and guttural and his eyelids closed tight while he
worked. He arched his back, running his fingers
faster and faster over his bulging head.

Seconds later, Greg blew his load all over his

stomach, seeing the Teathan enjoy himself
accelerated his own pleasure. Then, with a gasp of
breath, Anton’s cock let out great white ribbons of
ejaculate as well. His fluid sprayed all over the
floor. Fuck, the Teathan produced enough sperm
to swim in if it had been caught in a container. A
notion Greg didn’t mind the thought of. Imagine
swimming in a pool of cum. What an experience.

“Oh, Great Spirit, look at the mess I’ve made.”

Anton’s cock was now flaccid, slowly retracting
back inside his genital sheath as he got up off the
floor, retrieved a rag he kept under his pillow and
tried to clean up his cum.

Greg smiled, coming off his own bed to clean

himself up as well. Seemed males of all species
had a cum-rag somewhere in their bedrooms. That
thought comforted him. Humans and Teathans
weren’t so different after all. Only their culture
separated them.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy. Now, let’s get on

with business now we know each other in a way
only two males can.”

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“Strange as it seems, I don’t feel…

embarrassed.”

“Of course you don’t. Blowing your load is as

natural as anything, and just because I saw you do
it proves one thing to me—you’re all right, buddy.
You’re all right.”

When Anton had cleaned up his mess and

Greg’s, also helping him to dress, he asked,
“What’s your plan for getting me together with
Donnal?”

Greg chewed on his cigar in between sips of the

coffee Anton had made him. “Simple, my friend,
we go to the very root of your culture.”

“What do you mean?”
“To look after another is right at the core of

your society, is it not?”

Anton nodded. “Yes, but that doesn’t include

other Teathans unless you’re a priest.”

“I didn’t say it had to.”
“Again, you baffle me.”
Greg swapped sides with his cigar, now

chewing the end of it on his left. “You look after
me and Donnal looks after Jarrod, right?”

“Yes.”
“Well then, it’s simple. You get us together and

by the laws of our treaty, we must never be
parted. In effect, you get us together as fuck
buddies and you and Donnal can swap spit all the
live long day for all I care.”

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“But Teathan law doesn’t recognise two males

who are joined or their rights.”

“Human law does.”

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Chapter Six

Teathan Needs

nton contemplated what Greg said for the
longest time. The words the human spoke
were true, human law was as important as

Teathan, even more so now they had chosen to
care for them. Their planet was dead. The oceans
boiled. The forests burned. The mountains
flattened. Only a handful survived, and to
maintain their culture, no matter how bizarre, was
paramount for all Teathans. After all, why else
would they now celebrate such a strange notion of
Christmas where gifts were given for no reason?

But would the elders, the priests and the house

leaders accept the fact that two human males
could be mated, and therefore, the ones
responsible for them also unable to be separated?
As Anton knew, to use such an argument was a
long shot, but the only one he had. The whole idea
of human society was based on the fact the males
fought for the females, which is why their planet

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had been decimated by war. Not once was it
mentioned in any text about two men being
joined. Then again, the manual on humanity was
based on Teathan understanding. Anton was
misled about so many things already. To see a
human naked confirmed one such hole in Teathan
observation. From what he had already witnessed,
human genitals were on the outside of their
bodies.

“There is one problem to all this, of course,”

Greg stated, matter-of-factly while he gulped
down the bowl of kibble Anton had prepared for
him. To his surprise, the stuff tasted all right. Sort
of like frosted cornflakes, but not as sweet.

Anton’s emotions turned to concern. “What

problem other than convincing all those above me
in status that Donnal and I must remain together
because we have a joined pair of humans in our
care?”

Greg tilted his head. “Well, we’ve got to

persuade Jarrod that I’m one damn hot piece of
meat, otherwise this whole plan of ours falls apart,
big time. At the moment he thinks I’m a jerk. Not
good for any cock to cock relations, let me tell
you.”

“Yes, that is a problem. And if Donnal and I

can’t be together, I won’t be getting any cock to
cock action either, as you call it.”

“We can’t have that now, can we? I saw the

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load you blew, that sort of fluid mass can only
come out of a desire to be with another or if you
haven’t tossed for a while. I’d say the former,
wouldn’t you? You and Donnal are meant to be,
we’ve just got to convince everyone else of that
fact.”

Anton chuckled, one filled with embarrassment

but at the same time relief. For the first time in his
life he could share his deepest feelings with
another being and he loved it. Was this what it
was like to have a free spirit? To be unburdened so
one could move up to the next step of
enlightenment. Seemed having a human was a
good thing for any Teathan. No wonder all the
elders and priests agreed to take them in and care
for them. They completed them. “I would so like
to touch Donnal in an intimate way, Greg. I have
only ever embraced him. Once or twice we
brushed our hands together, but not often for fear
of being seen.”

“I know you would. I’d give my ball sack to see

you wrap your mouth around his big red love
stick and swallow it down as far as you could
until he blew his load down your throat. If he’s as
big as you, you’d be my hero, ‘cause anyone who
could tackle a cock like that and still talk
afterwards is someone damn special, no doubt.”

Anton came to pick Greg up, placing him

carefully upon his shoulder. “Well, seeing as we’re

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revealing each other’s desires, I’d like to see you
and Jarrod copulate. I bet his dick placed in your
mouth would silence your crude voice for a few
moments.”

“Don’t fucking count on it.” Greg sat down,

immersing himself in Anton’s fur. “I can talk
underwater if I have to. Now, take me to the
human licensing office. We’ve got a mating to
register.”

Anton stopped at his bedroom door. “But I

can’t register a male pair for breeding. That’s
where the problem lies with our plan.”

“I told you, human law is different. We don’t

have to be a mating pair, just a pair. Now let’s go.
I want to be home for lunch.”

“I still don’t see how we’re going to do it.”
“You just leave the talking to me, my big blue

handsome Teathan. Like I said, getting the license
will be the easy part. Getting Jarrod to drop his
pants, that’s where the challenge will lie.”

“You are a funny being, Greg.” Anton opened

his door and proceeded through his house until
they were outside. The morning air was sweet.

From what he had seen in books, the streets,

houses and shops of the suburb where he lived
inside the forest city were laid out much as human
cities would have been before the devastation. The
only difference, Teathans grew all their
constructions whereas humans built theirs from

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raw materials. In a way, both were just as creative.
Pity, humans also saw the need to destroy.

Greg remained silent while Anton walked

toward the human licensing office. A structure not
too far away from where he lived. The day was
warm and comfortable, so why not walk? Besides,
walking in the central hub of the community
would give others a chance to see his human. At
the moment, humans were rare. To be one of the
first to be given a human gave him pride, even
more so now he got to know him better.

“What’s your plan to get Jarrod to like you,

Greg?”

“I’ll use my natural charm, of course.”
“That kind of failed, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, thanks for reminding me. Again, you

hurt my pride.”

Anton chuckled, one which resonated

throughout his body. “Your pride is big enough to
take such small damage.”

“Damn, buddy, you are getting good.”
“Say, why don’t I invite Donnal over later and

we’ll bath you and Jarrod together? That way, we
can get to spend some time together doing
something we are meant to be doing and you two
get to see each other naked. From what I have
experienced with you recently, seeing another
being’s genitalia brings them closer, does it not?”

“Sure, that could work even if it is a long shot.

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At the very least, Jarrod could just rip my dick out
by its roots when I flop it out and we’ll all be back
at square one, but hey, anything for the cause,
right?”

“Another reason why you should have evolved

so that your genitals were hidden.”

“Perhaps.”
“Anyway, we’re here. Time to plead your case,

Greg. I just hope you know what you’re doing
otherwise I could have you taken away from me
for being so foolish. Then all hope will be lost for
all of us to ever find true happiness.”

“Keep your dick retracted, I know what I’m

doing. Besides, whether or not I fuck Jarrod good
and hard isn’t on the top of my thoughts right
now. My priority is to get you and Donnal
touching more than just each other’s hands, if you
get my meaning.”

“I do.” Anton opened the living door of the

human licensing office. An imposing structure
grown from the darkest and strongest wood to
emulate something a human would build. Anton
found it beautiful in a strange sort of way, the
structure forced to grow in straight lines and
strange angles.

Inside, a priest of the highest order, draped in

the yellow sash of his house, beckoned for them to
enter, a welcome smile on his blue lips.

“Show time,” Greg whispered.

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Chapter Seven

A Human House

hen they were closer to the priest, Anton
placed Greg upon his desk with careful
consideration. He had been dressed in

casuals—jeans and a t-shirt and comfortable
footwear. Anton sure did have an understanding
of comfort, if not for style.

“What brings you and your human here,

Brother Anton?”

Anton bowed. “I have a request, your holiness.”
The priest reciprocated the bow. “Go on.”
“My human wishes to apply for a license to be

with another.”

The priest’s eyebrow ridge rose. “To breed?”
At that moment, Greg seized his opportunity to

speak. He cleared his throat and shoved his cigar
between his lips, chewing on it. “Not to breed,
your eminence, but for companionship.”

The priest came forward, his face large and

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framed by blue fur, made all the more strange
because he was illuminated by candlelight from
behind him. His stare bore down into Greg’s soul.
“This is most unorthodox.”

“Let me explain,” Greg said, gesturing for the

priest to relax and for Anton to do the same as
well. When all were comfortable and seated so
they weren’t in his personal space, he continued,
“Humans are social animals, evolved from the
primates of Earth, that much you know. What you
may not know, is that because of our past, we
desire the company of each other more than life
itself. That company does not need to be female. In
fact, a man can be a companion to another man
just as easily, more so as we understand each
other better.”

Again the priest’s eyebrows rose. “But men

make war with each other. The cinder which floats
in space near your local star is evident of such an
observation, is it not?”

“Men of different cultures or backgrounds or

religious beliefs, yes, your observations are
justified. But men of the same house, as you
understand it, need to be together.” Greg was
putting on his best behaviour to make sure the
priest understood the meaning of his words. Then
again, not cursing or coming out with a crude
jibe—that was proving more difficult than he first
thought. What he’d like to say is, hey, I want to fuck

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Jarrod’s ring red raw so Anton and Donnal can play
hide the sausage, but he knew he couldn’t say such
a thing. Anton deserved better than that. He had
proven his worth. Heck, all Teathan’s had proven
their worth by taking on the responsibility of
caring for humans. After all, a species that can’t
even look after itself is a lost cause, intelligent or
not.

Without a show of expression, the priest said.

“Is there a man of your house nearby who you can
be a companion with, human named Greg Scott?”

“Yes, your eminence.”
“Speak his name and I will give your master the

licence for you to be with him. In turn, with my
ruling, the Teathan who cares for the named
human will then be bound to Anton, all their other
responsibilities forfeit from this moment on.”

“Even the responsibility of being with a mate,

your holiness?” Anton questioned, again bowing,
even while seated. But Greg swore he saw a faint
smile on his Teathan’s lips. Seemed his plan was
working. Then again getting Jarrod to play ball
would be a different matter.

“Yes, Anton. To care for a human, paired or

not, is a great burden. You will both be required to
care for them, delegated to the highest house, our
most sacred sanctuary, to make sure your humans
are content. For their contentment is a step toward
your enlightenment.”

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Anton bowed yet again.
“His name is Jarrod,” Greg blurted, again doing

his best to keep his voice clean from his dirty
mind.

“Jarrod Hsu,” Anton added.
The priest opened a large leather bound book—

well, to Greg the thing looked like leather. For all
he knew it was alive, just like everything else the
Teathans lived among. Seconds later, the priest
had opened a page and was thumbing down a list,
stopping at a familiar name. “The human named
Jarrod Hsu is owned by Donnal of house
Firelight.” He paused, seemingly deep in thought.
“Most unusual to have members of different
houses placed together, especially one who is to be
joined today, but I do agree this is an unusual
circumstance. Are you sure about this, Anton?”

Anton stood. “Yes, your holiness. I am of age

and my responsibility is now to Greg Scott. He is
who I must care for, the one I must keep happy. If
he needs Jarrod, a member of his own house to be
with him forever as a companion to accomplish
his happiness, then I am willing to make such a
sacrifice.”

The priest smiled, the first time Greg had seen

him do so. “You are truly noble, Anton. You are
worthy of your house’s name. It will be done. You
and Donnal will be responsible for the
companioned life of Greg and Jarrod. So long as

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they are happy, your steps to enlightenment will
be short, but you’d better be on your way, even
my authority will mean nothing if you don’t get to
Donnal soon.”

Anton bowed. “Thank you, your holiness.”
“But be warned, Anton, if these human men

cause trouble, I will be the first to hold you and
you alone responsible for their actions. I do not
want war on Teathan soil, especially not one
created by a human.”

As soon as Anton and Greg were out of the

licensing office, both sighed, deep with relief.
“Man that was a close call, right, buddy?”

“I think I have just got myself into a great and

overwhelming task.”

“Hey, no doubt, but think of it this way, you

and Donnal can now do the nasty unhindered by
what your society thinks. What’s more, you get
your own pad to romp around in, cock exposed as
much as you damn well like.”

“You don’t understand.”
“Sure I do. You got your wish and everything

went swell. Now, take me home and feed me, I
need some grub after all that work. You’ll
probably need to eat as well, because damn,
keeping that monster cock of yours supplied with
blood so it stays hard while you fuck Donnal sure
wouldn’t be an easy task, if you ask me.”

Anton had placed Greg back onto his shoulder.

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“What I mean is that the priest at the licensing
office will check the words you have spoken. If
Jarrod is not of your house, then everything could
come crashing down. Your deception would be
my deception.”

“How could they disprove such a thing?”
“By asking Jarrod himself. Remember, neither

Donnal or his human know nothing of our plan.
As far as they are concerned, no companionship
licence has been issued.”

Greg sucked on his cigar. “I can see your worry,

buddy. Us humans don’t have houses in the way
you do. I think it’ll be best for both our hides if we
get our arses over to Donnal’s place quick smart
then. Can’t have Jarrod yabbering the truth, now
can we?”

Anton broke into a run.

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Chapter Eight

Human and Teathan Relations

nton’s stomach hurt. For the first time in his
life he had deceived a priest. For what? The
pleasures of his own flesh? Carnal thoughts

which he wanted to become reality? If his father
found out he would die of embarrassment. How
could he be so narrow-minded? How could he let
his feelings for another jeopardise his future, his
spiritual enlightenment? He didn’t want to lose
Greg, have him taken away because he had failed
to care for him because of his selfishness. That was
not the Teathan way.

“I feel sick,” Anton wheezed while he ran

toward Donnal’s house, swinging from ropes and
branches to hasten his movement.

Greg turned so he could speak into Anton’s ear,

holding onto his fur to stop himself from falling.
“Listen and listen good, buddy. You and Donnal
are meant to be together, just like Romeo and

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Juliet of the Earth of old. Now, when such a thing
is meant to be, no amount of adversity can get in
your way. Now, just relax, will you? You’re
making me damn nervous. All we have to do is fill
them in about what you’ve done and all will be
sweet. If we can do that, then everything’s in the
bag.”

Arriving at Donnal’s house came quicker than

Anton expected. Then again, he had a lot on his
mind. Sorting out the mess he had found himself
in his top priority. Why did he have to be born
liking other males? Why couldn’t he accept his
fate and have a female chosen for him? Then
again, the path to enlightenment was also paved
with contentment. If he wasn’t happy, how could
his soul be? He was who he was. Greg was right.
He was meant to be with Donnal.

He knocked on Donnal’s door. His mother

answered. “Hello, Anton. I’m afraid you’ve just
missed Donnal. He’s gone to temple with the
elders and the priests to prepare for his joining
ceremony.”

“Joining ceremony?”
“Yes, that’s what I said.” Confusion crossed

Donnal’s mother’s face. “You are all jittery today,
Anton. Are you all right?”

Without reply, Anton pulled himself up on one

of the many ropes, heading for Donnal’s house
temple. He didn’t have much time. The joining

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ceremony would be complete once the priests had
purified the female they had chosen to be joined
with Donnal.

Anton’s spirit sank.
He hoped, by the Great Spirit, he wasn’t too

late. If he was, then all the effort they went
through would have been for nothing. Donnal
would be joined and all that would remain was a
consummation before the eyes of the priests and
nothing, not even human law, could stop fate from
dealing its cruel hand. Anton would never be able
to be with Donnal.

“What’s a joining ceremony?” Greg asked.

“And how come you weren’t invited, or his
mother wasn’t for that matter?”

“Only the house elders and the priests and the

two who are chosen to join may attend the
ceremony. The rest of us can attend the celebration
afterwards.”

“Like at the reception, you mean?”
But Anton ignored his human. His mind was

working overtime, spinning with so many
thoughts, he felt giddy as he swung through the
trees toward his man. He had to get to the temple
without delay, before the ceremony started in
earnest. Sure, every muscle now burned within
him and every sinew and fibre of his being
working toward one goal. To get to Donnal before
he pledged his bond to some strange female.

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Exhausted, thirsty and tired from his exertion,

Anton arrived at temple. From what he could see,
Donnal had been taken into an isolation room
while the priests contemplated his future. There
was time.

Anton smiled. “We’re not too late.”
He swung in through the open window,

landing on the living and sacred floor of the
temple room where Donnal sat. He looked up,
straight into the eyes of his love. His heart skipped
a beat and his mouth went dry. “I want you,
Donnal,” he said, words spoken like they were the
words of his soul. Which they were.

“Anton!”
Both came to each other. Without thought

Anton kissed Donnal, deep and long and with all
the passion he could muster. All the while, he ran
his hands through his fur, pulling him in closer,
relishing his touch over all of his body. His mind
swam again, but this time, from sheer pleasure—
from the love he felt for the most beautiful and
wondrous being he had ever set his gaze upon.

When they parted their kiss, Donnal gasped. “I

want you too, Anton.” In that moment he looked
sad. “But we can’t be together. You know the
laws. Two males cannot join.”

Anton smiled again. He took his man by his

hands, holding him tight. “We can.”

Surprise crossed Donnal’s face. “How?”

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“The humans we care for. That is how we can

achieve our joining. I have been given permission
by the licensing priest to have a house grown for
us so we can care for them.”

“I don’t understand.”
Greg cleared his throat, shoving his cigar

between his lips. “It’s all quite simple, it’s
beautiful really. Jarrod and I will do the nasty so
you two lovebirds can spend your happy ever
after together. It’s so sweet it brings a damn tear to
my eye, that’s for sure.”

Anton had forgotten his human was still on his

shoulder. Then again, his attention was on his
beautiful Donnal. “Greg is right. We told the priest
that Greg and Jarrod were of the same house. He
had no choice but to order us, as their caretakers,
to be together so they could be content.”

Before another word could be spoken, Jarrod

stood up. He was on Donnal’s shoulder. “I
understand you want to be with your man,
Donnal, but for me, I can’t think of anything worse
than touching that army grunt over there, let alone
associating with him.”

Anton let go of Donnal. If the two humans

couldn’t get along, what chance did he have of
being with his man? For the first time since the
hope of being with Donnal welled up inside him,
the flame was extinguished once more. If they
didn’t come up with a solution fast, then the

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priests would come into the isolation room and
Donnal would be taken away forever.

“Aww, sweetheart, you don’t know what

you’re missing,” Greg said. “Once you’ve been fed
some fine military meat, you won’t go back.
Besides, you’re not doing it with me for yourself,
you’re doing it for your master. What could be
more glorious than spreading your legs and taking
my cock up your arse for such a noble cause,
hmm, pretty boy?”

Jarrod shuddered. “You’re disgusting and

crude and…and I’m sorry but I wouldn’t be with
you even if you were the last human in the
universe.”

“Well, I just might be one day so might as well

cut out the bullshit and just come on over here and
show the priests we’re of the same house so we
can get on with our lives.”

The doctor folded his arms. “It’ll be a cold day

in hell before I so much as even touch you.”

Anton couldn’t help but sense that Jarrod’s

heart rate had accelerated. Were there feelings
between the humans? He already knew Greg had
it bad for Jarrod. His bravado a mechanism of
such an observation. But Jarrod? Was the blood
rushing around his system, hormone soaked and
fuelling his emotions, a result of attraction or
repulsion? Or was it a combination of both?

“Where’s my Jarrod?” Donnal said with a yelp,

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grabbing Anton’s hand.

Before Anton could contemplate the depth or

complexity of human emotions any further,
Donnal’s words rang in his mind, his touch also
helping to knock him from his reverie. Still, it took
a long moment for him to realise the human must
have climbed down Donnal’s back. No longer
visible in the isolation room.

“I don’t know.” Anton looked around the room

with desperation. Jarrod had disappeared. Where?
He hadn’t seen. Anton was also too busy thinking
about how their plan had fallen apart so quick.
How could he have missed something like that?

Actually, Greg had climbed down as well. A

tug on his fur near his shin revealed to him in
simple terms that his human was no longer on his
shoulder, either. He knew in that moment he had
it bad for Donnal, as the humans would say. Why
else could he not see with his own eyes what had
transpired over the last few seconds? He was
indeed blinded by love, which under normal
circumstances would have been acceptable. But
not now. Now he needed all his wits about him if
he was to think of a way of getting out of this
mess.

Greg tugged again. “Hey, big blue buddy, I’m

going to go chase after Jarrod. I think he needs to
know the ramifications of his actions. You two do
whatever you can to stall this joining ceremony

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until I get back, clear?”

Anton was speechless. How could this situation

have fallen apart so complete and thorough? From
a good plan, there was disaster. Not only was
Jarrod missing, Greg had disappeared down one
of the many nooks and crannies of the temple
walls to retrieve him. This was a nightmare.

The isolation room door opened.
A priest, with a red sash of Donnal’s house

draped around his neck, entered. Anton
swallowed hard. Not only was he caught inside a
room only supposed to hold Donnal, he was
holding his hand as well. What’s more, neither of
them had their humans. This wasn’t a good day
for stepping up the ladder of enlightenment.

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Chapter Nine

Human Bonding

reg dashed through the hole in the living wall
of the temple he saw Jarrod disappear down.
His heart raced as he squeezed himself through

the dark, winding tunnel toward the doctor, but
this time not because of attraction, but because he
wanted—no needed, Jarrod to understand that
this wasn’t about him. What they were doing was
for Anton and Donnal. They needed to be
together, that much was clear. Why should their
society stop them from loving each other?

As far as Greg was concerned, keeping the two

Teathan apart was a crime—no, an injustice.
Injustice bugged him the most and he would do
anything in his power to make sure things were
set right. Yes, he may be a foul-mouthed smart
arse, but all things considered, he cared for Anton.

Sure, humans believed that packaging

themselves as cherished toys would make them

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more appealing to the Teathans, but really, the
logic was all wrong. Humans and Teathans
couldn’t resist one another if they tried. The best
way to create a bond was to learn from each other
and humans and Teathans had a hell of a lot to
learn. Heck, even in the short time he had been
with Anton, he had discovered a lot about himself.
Wasn’t that what life was all about? Besides, what
human could resist an adorable blue monkey no
matter how big it was and what Teathan could
resist looking after a frail little naked ape?

Greg travelled down many paths leading him

to the heart of the temple. When he was about to
give up, turn around and head back to the
isolation room, he caught something glinting in
the dark, catching the strained light permeating
the walls. It was Jarrod’s name badge, the one
proclaiming he was a doctor.

“I know you’re in here,” Greg whispered,

trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible.

“Leave me alone.”
“Why? So Donnal and Anton will be forced to

live separate lives. You saw how they greeted each
other. You saw their love.”

“If it means being with you, then let them

suffer.”

Greg could feel Jarrod’s presence and stepped

closer to him. Now his eyes had adjusted to the
dim chamber he had found himself within, he

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could see Jarrod’s outline. “Don’t make me laugh.
You put on just as much bravado as I do, only in a
different way. Anton told me about how you feel.
You’ve got it bad, so stop being so selfish and
come back with me so we can sort this out.”

“I’m being selfish?” Jarrod let out a sarcastic

laugh. “My, that’s rich. You’re the most selfish
person I’ve ever met. You’re pig-headed and rude,
too, just to complete the package of repulsion I feel
for you. You’re a typical army grunt and I don’t
want anything to do with you. So do yourself a
favour and just leave me alone.”

“Fine. I’ll leave you alone.” Greg decided to

play his cards. All of them. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”
“Kiss me.”
Jarrod scoffed. “You’ve got to be joking. I

wouldn’t touch you with any part of myself, much
less my lips.”

“You scared, pretty boy?”
Again, Jarrod let out an expression of distaste.

“I’m not scared of anything.”

Greg stepped closer. Jarrod’s coat brushed

against him. “Then kiss me.”

“You think you’re so special, don’t you? You

think your shit don’t stink? Well, I find you
completely and—”

Without any more dancing around, because he

was getting tired of ignoring his feelings, Greg

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wrapped his arms around Jarrod and planted his
lips firm onto his. The man struggled in his hold,
trying to wiggle his way out of Greg’s embrace.
For a long time Greg thought the situation could
go pear shaped. Jarrod was strong and his
resistance was clear. This wasn’t going well.

Yet, underneath his resistance, something

struck hope within Greg. Jarrod had thrust his
groin forward, bringing his legs so they were
entwined within his. No man not interested in a
sexual relationship would have done such a thing.
It was a man’s instinct to protect his dick in any
struggle, so by bringing it to attention meant one
thing and one thing only. Jarrod was interested.
Greg just had to convince him.

After such a realisation, the struggle didn’t last

long.

Greg decided to step up his actions, complete

the deal as it were. He used his tongue to part
Jarrod’s lips. The man let out a moan. Another
sign of his interest. Greg was right in his hunch.
Jarrod did have feelings for him, even if they
might only be lust. Then again, lust was good. He
could deal with lust.

They kissed for the longest time. Greg let Jarrod

dominate him with his tongue, just as he had done
earlier. In fact, his kiss was the most intense Greg
had ever experienced. Full of deep breathing
through flared nostrils, roving hands, hard and

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intense, and plenty of groin rubbing. Suffice it to
say, Greg was hard in no time, his balls aching
and his engorged cock soon restricted by his
clothes.

When parted, Greg said, “You like it rough,

don’t you, doctor?”

“I hate you.”
Greg pushed Jarrod away, his back hitting the

wall. “Get on your knees and let me fuck your face
before I blow my load in my pants and Anton has
to change me.”

Jarrod did as instructed without hesitation.

Then, with a voice, hoarse and hot, he whispered,
“You’re a dirty pig who needs to be taught some
manners.”

“Then fucking teach me.”
The sound of Greg’s pants being unzipped was

heaven to his ears. Seconds later, Jarrod had
grabbed his length, wrapping his mouth around it
and taking his cock in as deep as it would go. In
fact, he sucked and slurped on Greg’s cock like a
professional, using his tongue to enhance the
experience and careful not to scrape his teeth
against any sensitive part. He was even playing
with his balls, rolling them around on his
fingertips to make sure Greg was immersed in
every possible pleasure delivered to him.

Greg blew his load down Jarrod’s throat. Every

fibre of his being, every muscle, every thought

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focused on making sure he gave the man as much
as he could give. Fuck it felt good to deposit his
jizz into such a fine man’s mouth. Next time, he’d
fuck his arse, that way Jarrod would be his true
cum-pot, just like he deserved to be.

“Fuck me, you’re good. I damn well like this

lesson.”

With a slurp Jarrod came away from Greg’s

cock, his chin wet with saliva and cum. “Now, do
your worst, army pig. I’m waiting.”

Greg smiled, placing his cigar into his mouth

and chewing on it with enthusiasm. That was an
offer he couldn’t refuse. “Then prepare yourself
for some harsh discipline, doctor, ‘cause you
fucking deserve it.” He grabbed at Jarrod’s lab
coat, pulling it off him. Seconds later, the man was
naked, his cock a magnificent sight, sprouting
large and hard from a thick bush of pubes. Anton
was right. The doctor was well equipped. He even
had big, ripe balls to complement his fine tackle.

But Greg wasn’t interested in the sights. He

spun Jarrod around so he could get at his
buttocks, grabbing them to let the man know of
his intention. After taking a moment to get ready,
sitting on a protruding branch from the wall and
laying the doctor over his knees, he began his
discipline.

He spanked Jarrod.
Over and over, getting harder and harder with

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each strike while the sound of his hand hitting the
man’s skin permeated the room to heighten the
sensation, he gave Jarrod the punishment he
wanted. Each time he spanked him, turning his
cute bubble butt cheeks redder and redder, the
man let out delighted moans mixed in with yelps
of pain. He was enjoying himself, as was Greg.

“You like this, don’t you, doctor?”
Through trembling lips, Jarrod replied, “Shut

up and spank me harder. I’m gonna cum soon…I
need you to…spank me until I’m…done.”

Greg obeyed, but varied his spankings in both

hardness and the time between each one to keep
Jarrod guessing. He also rubbed his buttocks,
played with his balls and felt his throbbing
hardness during his punishment session. After all,
spankings are sexual when done this way and
Greg wanted to make sure the doctor understood
that.

He kept on with the variation of his actions

across Jarrod’s buttocks. Over and over, talking to
him, letting the doctor know how bad he had been
for resisting him. Then he paused, soothing
Jarrod’s redden skin. “This is for running away.”
With those words, he struck Jarrod as hard as he
could. The man yelped and moaned. To Greg, he
was on the edge of climax. Writhing and rubbing
his cock against Greg’s leg, back arched to give
him no doubt.

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Seconds later, a warm sensation spread across

the top of his legs. Seemed Jarrod had indeed
blown his load. Fuck, he must love being spanked,
because he came without any other means of
stimulation. The man was amazing.

He stopped spanking Jarrod when the man had

come down off his high. The doctor’s climax was
over, and Greg rubbed his hands over the red
warmth his attention had created, soothing
Jarrod’s heated and punished skin as best he
could. The man’s body no longer quivered, his
back no longer arched to receive more attention.
He just lay there, letting Greg give him affection
after his harsh treatment.

Finally, Jarrod got up. The look in the doctor’s

eyes was fantastic, reflecting his emotions, his
euphoric high and all the sensations his
punishment had given him. His cock, now flaccid,
foreskin rolling back over his once bulging head,
slick with his own cum, was still magnificent to
behold. Greg reached over to touch Jarrod’s cock,
feel its warmth and wipe away the mess. He
licked his fingers when done. “You sure are tasty.”

With a voice full of emotion, full of joy, Jarrod

said, “Next time you fuck me like a bitch, pound
my hole as hard as you can while I beg for more,
understand?”

“Sure thing, doctor. Whatever floats your boat,”

Greg said, offering Jarrod his clothes.

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Jarrod began to dress. “I do admit one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I enjoyed what we just did, and…” His face

turned red and he grinned as he leant down to
kiss Greg’s cheek. He whispered against his
smooth skin, “Though it pains me to say this, I am
attracted to you. I’ve wanted you since I first set
eyes on you, to tell the truth. But was scared
you…well, you wouldn’t want me.”

Greg was surprised by his words. “Why

wouldn’t I want a damn fine man like you?”

“Because I thought you were all just hot air and

no action like all the other guys I’ve been with,
that’s why. Most times when I tell a lover I like to
be spanked and manhandled they run a mile, or
worse, try to give me what I want and do it all
wrong.”

“You mean you’ve chosen the wrong guys?”
Jarrod offered a smile. “You could say that.”
“Well, good thing you found me then. If there’s

one thing I know how to do, it’s give a man what
he wants. Now, let’s go and make sure Anton and
Donnal can be given the chance to stroke each
other’s cocks and taste each other’s jizz just like
we can.”

“Of course.”

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Chapter Ten

Enlightenment Lost

he priest glared at Anton and Donnal,
concentrating his disgusted stare at their
hands which held each other tight. “You have

broken the laws of the temple, Anton. You too,
Donnal. The elders and the other priests will hear
about this, mark my words. I am so disappointed
in you both and I expected better. You both
showed such promise, especially since you were
given humans to look—say, where are your
humans?”

Anton’s throat was as dry as ever, his stomach

in knots. Yet, he couldn’t just stand there and not
offer any form of defence. What he wanted to do
with Donnal wasn’t anything to be disappointed
about. Love could never disappoint. “Our humans
are coming.”

“Don’t lie to me, Anton. You most of all should

know the ramifications of your actions.” Without

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another word, the priest left the isolation room.
The latch on the door was shifted across. They had
been locked in. Anton knew it wouldn’t be wise to
try and escape. To do so would be admitting guilt
in the priest’s eyes even though he had done
nothing wrong other than love another male. As
for Greg and Jarrod, if they were convicted, then
no matter what plan they had come up with
earlier, they would be taken away from them.

Donnal turned to him. “What do we do now?”
“We wait for Greg to do what he has promised.

Only with our humans here can we convince the
priests they are of the same house and we must
look after them. It was only because they weren’t
here that the priest of your house believes there
has been a crime committed.”

Donnal came closer, running his hand across

Anton’s back. “I’m scared.”

“So am I.”
“Hold me, Anton.”
They embraced, but this time, instead of

holding each other as they had done many times
before, share the same space from where they
drew their collective breaths, Anton moved his
hand down to Donnal’s groin, enjoying the touch
of the softer fur which framed his genital pouch. “I
want to touch you in an intimate way, my
handsome Donnal.”

Donnal let out a gasp. He didn’t resist Anton’s

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move. “I would like that.”

Both moved so they sat cross-legged and close

in front of each other. A position ensuring their
genitals could un-retract from their sheaths
unhindered, at the same time able to be accessed
more easily.

Anton was excited. He found it hard to contain

himself, his joy of being with Donnal
overwhelming. His cock appeared, hard and
ready for attention, a crimson flourish revealing
his true intentions. The realisation of finally being
able to express his true feeling for Donnal was
fantastic, and euphoria seeped throughout his
body. He had dreamt about this moment since he
had discovered he loved him in a way which went
beyond friendship.

“You are beautiful,” Donnal said, his stare

intent on Anton’s showing.

Donnal’s cock didn’t need much coaxing to

appear either. He was magnificent, all virile and
bright red, head bulging and slick with the juices
of his excitement. Anton gasped. His best
friend’s—no, his lover’s dick grew harder and
harder with each passing second, making him
even bigger, more enticing. This was the first time
he had seen the full exposure of Donnal’s cock and
he had to admit, it fascinated and excited him.

“You are beautiful, too.” Without any further

hesitation, Anton reached down to touch Donnal’s

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cock. Soon, his hands were warmed by his lover’s
length, and as he had done many, many times to
himself, began jerking off Donnal.

Donnal reciprocated.
Within a heartbeat, both of them were kissing

and groaning with pleasure while they explored
each other. Anton’s stomach went from nervous
agony to joyous butterflies while he forgot his
worries and let Donnal’s touch, kiss and affection
take him away to the breath of the Great Spirit.

For what seemed forever, in the time it took for

stars to be born, live and die in an explosion which
would rock the universe, Anton and Donnal
continued to enjoy each other’s bodies on all
levels. Exploring touches, knowing glances,
beautiful kisses. The experience they were finally
able to share was like an epiphany, one which was
a lifetime in the making.

Anton’s lips tingled from all the kissing, his

body sang out with joy while Donnal kept a
wonderful pressure with his hand along his
length. Then, like a great rush of a storm through
the great trees of the forest, one which flattened
houses and ripped saplings out by their roots, a
numbing sensation emanated throughout his body
from his balls. He parted his kiss in time to see his
ejaculate explode in sticky white ribbons across
Donnal’s hands and arm fur.

“Wow,” was all Anton could offer.

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Donnal’s face hardened and his breaths became

heavy. Before Anton could stop his movement
across his man’s cock, he too let go of his ejaculate.
Donnal’s cum, a great wad, one which was a long
time coming, found Anton’s stomach. The spot
below where the orange plume of fur indicating
his maturing masculinity sprouted. He loved the
sight of having Donnal’s love all over him and he
touched it, feeling its stickiness.

“I want to keep on doing that forever and ever

with you, Anton,” Donnal said with short gasps,
trying to catch his breath after his exertion.

“I want to as well.” Anton stood. “But we

should get cleaned up. The priest won’t be long
and if he sees us like this it will be proof in his
eyes that our intentions to get our humans
together are selfish ones.”

“But aren’t we getting our humans together so

we can spend time being intimate?”

Anton helped Donnal to his feet. He went to a

rack on the wall which carried a few towels.
Towels he would use for something other than a
comfort for the knees during meditation. He
wiped his lover’s cum from off his fur. “Yes. But
they don’t know that.”

“Then we are lying.”
“Not lying. Bending the truth.” Anton then

wiped his own sperm from Donnal’s hand and
arm.

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“I suppose it doesn’t matter what you call our

deception. I fear that will be the last time we will
ever be able to touch one another.” Donnal came
to hold Anton’s hand once more, returning to the
position where the priest of his house had seen
them before he stormed out of the isolation room
in disgust.

The bolt of the door slid across.
The same priest entered the room, again his

anger clear. This time two elders accompanied
him. “See. See my brothers, look at them. They are
defiant in their disregard for our laws. We have no
choice but to make an example of them and exile
them to the forest floor, to live out their depraved
lives wallowing in their own sins.”

The two elders nodded, coming either side of

Anton and Donnal. Without another word, they
were escorted from the isolation room and led
through the temple. All the congregation’s eyes,
including Donnal and Anton’s parents who had
arrived for the reception, no longer looked upon
them as they were escorted through the many
shrines to the door. To look at them would be to
join their shame. No Teathan would want such a
thing thrust on them. Anton and Donnal were
alone.

Anton began to cry.
Their shame was complete. The price of their

love for one another was abandonment. Still, at

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least he got to be with Donnal once. To have
experienced him for that one time to help fill his
soul with contentment was all he needed. If
enlightenment meant a life of sorrow, then he
didn’t want it. To him, the punishment was worth
what they shared. To have never had Donnal at
all, that would have been an even greater injustice.

They were taken down the stairs which would

lead to the forest floor. When halfway down one
of the great trees supporting the city above, the
elders handed them each a rope.

One said, grim and sinister, “You must climb

down the rest of the way unescorted, forsaken
ones.”

Anton grabbed a rope and descended to the

depths below. Donnal followed.

The darkness enveloped him, like a cold hand

of death. The silence was unbearable. No life
existed on the forest floor except for fungus and
parasites. In the eyes of the Teathans, Anton and
Donnal were even lower than such low forms of
life. They were nothing now.

Enlightenment was lost.

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Chapter Eleven

A Human Interpretation

he journey back through the maze of tunnels
inside the temple walls toward the isolation
room wasn’t an easy one. Many times they

back-tracked and had to re-assess where they were
going. Still, Greg didn’t mind. In a way it meant
he could get in some heavy petting and some good
old fashioned tongue action with the doctor every
time they stopped.

“If you’re going to keep on groping my arse

and trying to give me a tonsillectomy with your
tongue, then can you make sure you’re going to
follow through with your intentions?” Jarrod
asked, the cheekiness in his voice giving a clear
signal to Greg. He needed to be punished again
for being a bad boy.

Greg snarled. “Sure, come here so I can give

you a good hard intention.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be finding Donnal and

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Anton?”

“Hey, you started it, pretty boy.”
Jarrod ran his hand over the front of Greg’s

trousers, pressing hard enough to let him know he
wanted his cock real soon. “Well, we’d better
hurry up then, because I’m begging for your dick
to be deep inside me real soon.”

Greg chewed on his cigar. “I hear that.” He

looked around. The tunnel separated into two.
“We go down here.” He gestured toward the left
branch. One which did look familiar in an odd,
constricting sort of way. Besides, the air smelt
sweeter down the left path. A sign they were near
the end of the maze they had found themselves
within.

“Are you sure?”
“As sure as I’m going to make you squeal like a

stuffed pig before the day is out, I’m sure.”

Jarrod grabbed Greg’s hand. “I can’t wait.”
They walked through the left tunnel until it

opened out into a room. The isolation room. There
was only one problem. Anton and Donnal
couldn’t be seen. “Well, fuck me, they’re gone.”
Greg wasn’t in a pretty mood upon such a
discovery. He spat out his cigar. How the hell
could they lose two twenty-foot alien monkeys?
Bright bloody blue ones at that.

“Perhaps we should see the priest of the house.

He would know where they’ve got to. The priests

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know everything on this planet.”

“Good thinking.” Greg grabbed Jarrod’s hand

and pulled him toward the door. The thing about
rooms meant to house giant beings was that small
ones found it more difficult to get around. What
should have been an easy exercise soon turned
into a mission. Hallways seemed to go on forever
and rooms they explored were like the size of air-
craft hangars. To make matters worse, not a
Teathan could be seen. Not one Blue-furred soul.

“This place is damn well deserted. Was there a

funeral we missed?”

Just then, Jarrod let out a cry. “The priest!”
Greg let go of his new found lover and placed

his fingers into his mouth, letting out the loudest
and longest whistle he had ever accomplished.
The noise pierced the serenity of the sacred walls,
as was his intention.

The priest turned, his face lighting up when his

gaze discovered the reason for his disturbance.
“What do we have here?”

“Hey, where are our masters, your eminence?”

Greg asked, deciding not to stand on ceremony
and get straight to the point.

The priest came to them, picking them both off

the floor and holding them in his hands, one on
each. “Anton and Donnal have been banished for
not only losing the humans in their care, but for
breaking the rules of their house, disrespecting

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their elders and their holy leaders.”

Greg cleared his throat. “Well, do we look lost

to you?”

The priest’s eyebrows rose. “No. You do not.”
Greg placed his cigar back into his mouth.

“Good. Now take us to our masters so they can get
on with the job of looking after us. You don’t want
us humans running around in your wainscoting
like vermin, now do you?”

“But the situation has changed, Greg Scott.

Your masters are no longer deemed worthy of
your ownership. You will be re-assigned to other
Teathans once the High Order Council has
concluded its meeting. One which I called after
your old masters were exiled. We need to ensure
you are looked after.”

Jarrod said, “What if we don’t want any other

masters but the ones we were given in the first
place?”

The priest fell silent for the longest time.

Finally, he said, “Would it make you happy to be
with Donnal and Anton, Jarrod Hsu and Greg
Scott?”

“Damn straight it would,” Greg said, pointing

his finger at the priest. He decided to lay it on
thick, telling the priest in no uncertain terms how
the situation needed to be changed back, and
pronto. “I don’t let any old being wipe my arse,
you know. He has to know what he’s doing. I

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mean, I’m all delicate down there for a start. So
yeah, only my Anton knows what I need. Only if
I’m with Anton will I be truly happy.”

The priest turned his attention to Jarrod. “And

you? How do you feel?”

“I need to be with Donnal to help complete my

contentment.”

Greg couldn’t help but think the priest was the

middle man in all this. He was bound by his duty,
but at the same time, had made a decision which
could have been wrong. Would his pride rule his
decision? He realised quite quickly, this situation
could go either way. Greg just hoped the Teathan
stuck to his cultural traditions and favoured the
side of spiritual contentment and the care of duty
his race had taken on when opening their arms to
humans instead of being an arse.

Again, after a long moment, the priest said,

“And you are both of the same house?”

Greg looked at Jarrod. If they faltered now all

could be lost. Thankfully, and without hesitation,
Jarrod replied, “Yes, your holiness. Greg and I are
connected in a deep spiritual way.”

Under his breath, Greg mumbled, “Yeah, and

we’ll soon be connected by our dicks, too.”

The priest said, “I didn’t catch the last thing

you said, Greg.”

Greg smiled. “Just take us to Anton and

Donnal. We have the licence required to be

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companions as your law states. What more do you
need? As the original owners of us, Anton and
Donnal will need to remain together so we can be
looked after.”

The priest’s expression changed. “But they

are…they are lovers. I saw them hold hands with
my very eyes. It’s unnatural for two males to be
joined. It’s against our laws and for that they must
be punished—they have been punished.”

Greg gestured for the priest to come closer. The

Teathan did so. “Listen and listen good, your
eminence. Is caring for another, whether Teathan,
a native of your world, or another species like
ones in dire need like us humans, important to
your culture?”

“Yes it is.”
“Is making sure those under your care are

looked after so they are content with their lives,
and therefore, their owners or caretakers or
whatever you want to call them, can climb higher
up the ladder of spirituality to obtain
enlightenment in your afterlife?”

“Naturally.”
“Do those two laws I just mentioned, ones

which are at the very core of your culture,
supersede the law which states two males cannot
be lovers?” Greg decided to put all his cards on
the table, so to speak. After all, he was tired of all
this pussy-footing around. And truth be told he

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wanted Anton and Donnal back so he could fuck
the living daylights out of Jarrod. An action he
would be certain would help him obtain
enlightenment, especially when he filled Jarrod up
with his jizz like the bitch he wanted to be.

Once more the priest paused before adding, his

voice weak. “Yes.”

Jarrod said, “Then I think you know what you

must do. It’s as plain as the sash of office you wear
around you. You must act in the way which your
culture demands. To do so will truly mean you are
Teathan worth any reward.”

“But the reversal of what has been done will be

difficult,” the priest stammered.

“All you have to do is tell the high and mighty

council of priests and elders that if they let Anton
and Donnal return, then they themselves will be
one step closer to enlightenment.”

The priest looked surprised, his mouth agape.

“How so? I do not understand your logic, Greg
Scott.”

What he was about to say next was the final

nail in the coffin of their argument as far as Greg
was concerned. If what he was about to say didn’t
sway the decision in his favour, nothing would.
“If Anton and Donnal are allowed to be joined,
then they will be content as well. Those who look
after them, their spiritual leaders, their parents,
and even yourself, will be fulfilling the first two

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laws of your society. A noble and worthy cause,
don’t you think, your eminence?”

“You have a strange way of interpreting

Teathan law.”

Jarrod said, “But what he says is correct, isn’t

it?”

The priest placed them both on a shoulder each.

Greg grabbed his fur to hold on. Falling from
twenty foot off the ground was one way to kill
him quick smart, a notion he sure didn’t like the
idea of. “I will plead your case to the council, but I
can’t promise anything.”

Greg sucked on his cigar, contentment filling

him to the brim. “That’s all we ask.”

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Chapter Twelve

A Human Interpretation

or hours the priest argued with the High
Order Council. Sure, a licence had been
issued, but Anton and Donnal had been

witnessed breaking the law before it could be put
into effect. Their argument was that no one law
should supersede another in importance. If a
Teathan broke a law, he broke a law. Of course,
Greg could understand their logic. After all, they
weren’t human. On Earth, if someone murdered
another, they sure as hell were going to pay a
higher price for their crime than if they stole a loaf
of bread to feed their family.

Then again, Teathan weren’t humans and

Teathans weren’t on the edge of extinction.
Perhaps giving laws equal weight was the key to
their success. Perhaps it was something else. Greg
was sure such arguments would ring out for
decades within the temple walls, but for the here

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and now, only one thing mattered. Getting Anton
and Donnal back into society.

The priest chose to state that without more

important laws, like those that defined who a
Teathan was, then what was the point of existence.
If a law which defined love was more important
than a law which defined a people, then he didn’t
want to be a part of society. Social chaos would
reign, and in the end, the Teathans would be no
more than a rabble.

The priest continued his deliberation, “I beg

you, Council, if a Teathan is happy, as content as
those he looks after, isn’t that more worthy, more
noble than anything else he can obtain in his
lifetime?”

A rumble spread through the crowd which had

gathered. Greg noted Anton and Donnal’s parents
were also present.

“I see what you are saying,” the Bishop stated,

gesturing for the crowd to be silent. “But what you
are saying is too simple. Our society is far more
complex than just a black and white
interpretation.”

The priest bowed. “But why should the path to

enlightenment be any more complicated than it
already is? You have all said yourselves, the
greatest enemy we have is ourselves. Shouldn’t we
allow Anton and Donnal to fight with their own
existence, let them choose, under our care and

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guidance, what is best for them to help them
obtain their own spiritual and emotional
contentment? Who should care that they love each
other? Love isn’t a crime against the Great Spirit,
is it? I believe, by letting them be a part of us once
more, that their challenges will soon be apparent
to them. Surely, that is where the true struggle for
them will begin.”

For the first time there was silence in the

temple’s meeting chamber.

The Bishop stood. He looked around the room.

“You present a strong argument, priest of the
Firelight house. I applaud you, as do my
brothers.”

“Then what is your decision, your holiness?”
By now, Greg was bursting. All he wanted was

this to be over. Heck, Anton and Donnal could be
anywhere by now on the forest floor. They could
be wandering, lost and alone believing no one
cared for them. The longer they delayed, the
slimmer their chances were of finding them.
Something Greg didn’t want to happen.

The Bishops placed his hands onto his sash,

standing tall and proud. “We have decided to
reverse the decision of banishment, but with a few
provisos.”

The priest bowed low, so low, Greg had to hang

on for dear life, his seat on the priest’s shoulders
not as stable as it was a moment ago. “Name

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them.”

“You won’t be so willing to accept once you

know what they are.”

“Whatever challenge you bring forth, I will

accept.”

The Bishop offered a smile, one which flashed

quickly across his lips. “Anton and Donnal are to
be in your care and your care alone, priest of
Firelight house. In other words, you are
responsible for what they do from this moment
on. Also, they are to keep their affection for one
another behind the closed doors and windows of
their house. And finally, if the humans in their
care show one sign of unhappiness, their
contentment stained, then Anton and Donnal will
be banished with no further case for appeal and
you will join them. Do I make myself clear?”

The priest, without hesitation, replied. “I accept

your terms.”

“May your path to enlightenment be closer for

you because of the noble task you have chosen to
undertake. Now go, retrieve Anton and Donnal
from the darkness and bring them back to the
living light.”

“Yes, your holiness.” With that, and with cheers

from the congregation, the priest passed through
the doors of the temple to begin his descent to the
forest floor. If Greg didn’t know any better, he’d
say the priest radiated smugness. Then again, why

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not? He had achieved a victory, one which took a
hell of a lot of effort, too.

The stairs carved into the great tree which

formed one of the many pillars of the living city
above stopped about two-hundred feet from the
canopy. Ropes were everywhere. Greg guessed
they had to climb down the rest of the way. When
the priest grabbed a rope and began descending
into the darkness, his assumption was confirmed.

Greg could no longer hold his voice. After all, it

was rare for him to be silent for so long. “You did
damn good in there, priest—say, what’s your
name? I can’t keep going around calling you priest,
especially seeing as you’re now our priest, too.”

The priest descended, hand over hand, without

so much as raising a sweat. “That is true. Anton
and Donnal are in my care, so you and Jarrod are
as well.” He paused to light a lantern he had
grabbed earlier from outside the walls of his
temple. “But if you must know, my human name
is Smith.”

Greg let out a laugh, one relieving and

surprising. “Now that’s imaginative.”

A long journey followed as they went deeper

and deeper in to the darkness. After about ten
minutes or so, and when the light from above
struggled to take hold and the atmosphere grew
dank and cold, they found the forest floor. Greg
couldn’t imagine a more frightening place to be

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exiled to, especially for those who were young, of
age or just a little older, like Anton and Donnal.

When the priest was on the floor proper, and

after taking a moment to get his bearings before
moving away from the roots of the great tree, a
myriad of mushrooms, fungus and strange plants
used to low light, came into view. Again, the smell
of stale air clung to everything. Greg found it
more difficult to breathe.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Jarrod said,

stating the obvious.

“Well, come over here and sit on my knee. I’ll

make you forget about where you are, pretty boy.”

“Shut up, will you? You’ll scare priest Smith

away. I mean, he’s only now getting used to the
idea of two Teathan males being with each other.
To see two human males together might send him
to madness.”

The priest extended out his hand which held

the lantern, trying to illuminate as much of the
darkness as he could. “I can hear you both, you
know.”

Greg found he was comfortable around the

priest now that he had proven he wasn’t a jerk. No
longer did he feel the need to censor his thoughts
or sanitise his language. “Yeah, ears as big as my
head can capture the slightest sound, I’m sure.”
But Greg had his mind on other matters as soon as
he had finished his jibe.

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He swore he saw something move to the left of

them and in the distance.

Seemed the priest had seen the same

movement. “Over there. I think we’ve found
them.”

A long agonising moment passed while the

priest clambered through the undergrowth. Soon,
the gentle sound of crying could be heard. Then,
much to Greg’s relief, two large blue bodies
huddling together came into view.

“Anton, Donnal, is that you?” the priest

shouted.

The figures stirred. Straight away Greg

recognised his master. “It’s them! It’s fucking
damn well them!”

The priest placed down his lantern onto a large

mushroom top. “Good. I’m glad we found you.”

“What’s going on?” Anton questioned, tears

streaked down his face to stain his lips.

Greg chewed on his cigar and stood up. “Your

salvation has arrived, buddy.”

“A miracle.” Donnal proclaimed.
“No. Just a human with a strong desire to be led

around by his dick and a burning need to be
pampered beyond belief. Nothing more.”

Anton came to pluck Greg from the priest’s

shoulders, placing him on his own. “I love you,
Greg Scott. I love you with all of my heart for
risking everything to come and get us.”

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“Hey, easy now. I know I’m hard to resist, but

control yourself, please. We have company and
the sight of me riding on your cock like a cowboy
on a horse might be too much for them to take in.”

Jarrod rolled his eyes. “You’re incorrigible,

Greg, you know that?”

“Yep, I know. And you wouldn’t have it any

other way, either of you.”

The priest picked up the lantern, but not before

delivering Jarrod onto his master’s shoulder. “I do
not understand the words you speak, Greg, but
other matters are more pressing. Come, my
brothers, you have all been forgiven and your
house is waiting for you. I will take you back into
the living light of your home where you all
belong.”

“Thank the Great Spirit I was given the chance

to own you, Greg. Otherwise I could have spent
my life empty without Donnal, or worse, left to rot
down here.”

“Yeah, and all it took was the complete

destruction of my home planet and my species
almost decimated to the point of extinction, but
hey, you’re welcome.”

“I think that means Greg loves you, too,

Anton,” Jarrod offered.

“I know,” Anton said with a gentle chuckle. He

grabbed Donnal’s hand.

Jarrod said, “I have to say, it’s been one of the

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most memorable Christmases I’ve ever had.”

Greg added, “It ain’t over yet, pretty boy. I still

have a nice big present to give you.”

“I look forward to that.”
“Will I get a present, too?” Donnal said.
Anton leant over and planted a kiss on his

cheek. “Yes.”

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Chapter Thirteen

Enlightenment Obtained

nton smiled, one warm and welcome and
filled with pride as he watched the
completion of his new house. A house he

would share with Donnal and Greg and Jarrod.
Sure, the rules of their salvation had been made
clear, and some adjustments would have to be
made about how he acted in public or wanted to
show his affection to Donnal, but all in all he was
happy with the outcome. At least he was back in
the living light and able to spend his days with the
one he loved.

To have priest Smith as his leader, mentor and

now their master, was a bonus. The man may be a
stickler for the laws, but he had a good heart.
Anton knew when the man had seen him holding
Donnal’s hand back in the isolation room, his
reaction was more of shock rather than considered
thought. Quite normal when confronted with

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something unfamiliar. Still, thanks to Greg and
Jarrod, everything seemed to have worked out for
the best.

Their belongings, human and Teathan, arrived

as soon as the house had completed its growth.
Much to Anton’s surprise, his parents were still
proud of him, they had told him so. Then again,
it’s not every day a Teathan can change the mind
of the High Order Council. Anton and Donnal and
their humans were the talk of the town.

The evening was late on what some humans

called Boxing Day, the end of Christmas
celebrations from what he was led to believe.
Jarrod was right. The past couple of days had
indeed been memorable.

“Are you comfortable, Greg?” Anton asked,

coming over to the tabletop house, which had
been created for the humans—one more lavish
and comfortable than what he had built in his
parents’ house for him. “I mean is there anything
more I can get you before we head off to bed?”

“Nope, I’m as snug as a bug, buddy. You go to

your man, I’ve got something wicked in mind for
Jarrod.” Greg was sitting on his bed, taking off his
shirt, but not before placing his cigar on the
nightstand.

Jarrod had disrobed, wearing only his boxers.

He climbed into the bed. Greg followed without
delay. Soon they were both in an embrace, sharing

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kisses, knowing laughter and touches only two
lovers could share. The sight of them together
warmed Anton’s heart. They deserved love.
Which reminded him. Donnal was waiting.

“Then it’s good night, I believe.” Anton had

turned his attention to his own bed. One where
the man of his desires now lay under the living
blankets.

He climbed into bed also, but not before

extinguishing the main light. All that illuminated
them was the filtered moonlight which streamed
in from the bedroom’s window.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Donnal said,

embracing Anton tight, bringing him close so their
warmth could be shared and their breaths could
draw on the same oxygen.

“I was making sure our humans were all right.”
“You are a caring soul, you know that.”
Anton kissed his man. “I’m also someone who

knows when it’s time to give the one I love all the
attention he deserves as well.”

Donnal moaned with delight. “Then touch me

again.”

No other words needed to be spoken between

them. Anton’s cock had emerged from its sheath,
so had Donnal’s. As he touched his lover, ran his
hand over his beautiful fur, his breathing getting
deeper and harder because of his excitement, his
growing cock touched Donnal’s. The sensation of

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cock on cock contact was electric.

A shiver of pleasure ran his length. He’d never

touched another in such a way before. In fact,
from now on, everything would be a first because
Anton wanted to do so much more than just jerk
off Donnal like he had done in the isolation room.
He wanted to taste him, experience him on every
level possible.

Without warning, Anton clambered under the

bed clothes to bring his mouth to his lover’s
bulging erection. Donnal gasped, his whole body
shuddering when he came to realise what Anton’s
intentions were.

“Oh, by the Great Spirit, this is…this is…oh

my!” Donnal said with a deep and quivering
moan of pure ecstasy.

Donnal’s cock, covered in his fluids, tasted

unusual, but pleasant. He tasted like the spice of
an exotic fruit mixture and the tang of milk from a
native parasite that grew on the mushrooms
which populated the forest floor. Anton’s tongue
tingled. Yes, he was quite different, but at the
same time, very erotic.

After the initial sensation from Donnal’s taste

had subsided, diluted by his own saliva, Anton
took in as much of his lover’s length as he dared
without gagging. Again Donnal shuddered,
grabbing him by his head, pushing him with
gentle encouragement for him to keep going.

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Anton liked the fact Donnal encouraged him. It

meant he was sucking him off correctly. The other
sign of such a realisation was the burst of flavour,
hot, spicy and bitter washing through his mouth
and down his throat. But Donnal’s cock didn’t
soften. In fact, he kept his hands upon Anton’s
head so he wouldn’t stop. Seemed Donnal hadn’t
finished and Anton couldn’t help but feel content
about such a thing. It meant his man was not only
excited by what he did, but wanted so much more.

While Anton worked his mouth over his lover’s

length, a groan rang out, one which was deep and
guttural. Donnal’s cock continued to throb and
quiver in chorus with the rest of his body. Seconds
later, another burst of flavour came from his man,
intense and accompanied by his whole body
shuddering. Anton was almost overwhelmed by
how much pleasure he had given him. Donnal, his
beautiful lover, had ejaculated, not once, but twice
in as many moments.

Anton came away from him, licking his lips.

“Your turn, beautiful.”

Without any more encouragement, Donnal was

at Anton’s cock, sucking with enthusiasm, using
his tongue to lick and his hands to caress his balls
which had also become apparent because of his
sexual excitement. If Anton was overwhelmed
before, he was stunned now by how good it felt to
be sucked. To have warm lips, directed by love,

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move over his cock was something special.
Whether or not Donnal was good, such a thing
didn’t matter. His lover was taking him in,
accepting him in one of the most intimate ways
two lovers could. Tasting each other’s genitals and
the fluids they produced. That was love as far as
Anton was concerned.

Just like Donnal, Anton didn’t last long. He

ejaculated within moments of Donnal’s lips
touching his bulging head. Sure, he sucked him
good and hard, but in the end, everything was
over as quick as it had begun.

Such a thing was fine with Anton. Small steps

were needed during the first stages of discovery,
the first wonderful moment of a blossoming love.
Next time they would do something else. Next
time the whole experience would be better.

“That was amazing,” Anton said, coming to

kiss his man, embracing him tight so they could
share dreams and wake in each other’s arms. The
taste of both of their ejaculate mingled on his
tongue as he explored the kiss to its deepest level.

When parted, and with a voice filled with

tiredness, Donnal said, “I’m glad we stood up for
what we believed in.”

“Me, too.”
Soon, sleep found Anton. The most contented

sleep he had ever experienced. A step up the
ladder to enlightenment had been reached. He

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didn’t doubt it.

* * * *

Greg couldn’t help but hear Anton and Donnal
make love to each other while he kissed and
caressed Jarrod. The sounds of cock sucking,
kissing and gasps of delight and ecstasy filled the
bedroom. The noises were beautiful.

“They sure are going for it,” Jarrod said,

reiterating Greg’s thoughts.

Greg pulled away from their embrace. He

grabbed Jarrod in no delicate way, turning him
over onto his stomach so his beautiful smackable
buttocks were within easy reach and a feast for his
eyes. But instead of spanking him, as he knew
Jarrod would want, he climbed so he was above
his man and between his legs.

Grabbing the tube of lubricant off the night

stand, one he had placed there earlier and which
normally belonged in his back trouser pocket for
any sexual encounters, he lathered his rock hard
cock with the stuff. It didn’t take long to make
sure every inch of his dick was plastered with the
jelly-like substance. “Now I’ll show you how I go
for it, doctor.”

Jarrod hissed through his teeth. “Give it to me,

my big strong army captain.”

Greg opened Jarrod’s legs, sidling into position

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so he could run his cock up the back of his lover’s
balls and into his waiting arsehole. An action that
would ensure easy access, because it would loosen
Jarrod’s anal muscles. No point going in head on.
Why make things harder when experience told
him otherwise?

As expected, his cock slid in nice and sweet.

Jarrod let out yelps of delight and hurt when Greg
gave him his whole length, grabbing him by his
hips to make sure he was root deep in his lover’s
arsehole.

“Take this,” Greg hissed, his concentration

clear. All he wanted to do was satisfy Jarrod. From
the sound of it, he was going well.

Jarrod was writhing underneath him, gasping

for breath as Greg pumped him harder and
harder. Soon, he took away a hand and began
spanking Jarrod’s buttocks while he fucked him.
The yells of joy which followed gave Greg a clear
indication his man loved to be treated rough, but
with enough care so as not to hurt.

“Keep going…keep going.” Again, Jarrod was

wriggling with pleasure, rubbing his cock against
the bed sheets to enhance the stimulation he was
receiving, the stimulation of being fucked and
spanked at the same time.

Greg reached over to get his cigar. He was in

heaven. What more could a man want than being
balls deep in his handsome lover’s arsehole,

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treating him rough to keep him keen, and
enjoying his favourite cigar? Yep, paradise had
been found and he had to admit, he loved it.

For what seemed an eternity, Greg fucked his

man. Turning him over, jerking him off while he
pumped away, then flipping him back onto his
stomach to spank him good and hard once more
before turning him around again. All the while,
maintaining a blistering pace, ramming his cock in
hard and deep into Jarrod’s arsehole. Heck, if he
hadn’t blown his load earlier, this would have
been over too quick. Thankfully, he had.
Thankfully, he could give his man a marathon
session in bed because he had been drained once
already today.

Sweat poured off them both.
With trembling lips, his voice showing his

exhaustion, Jarrod said, “I’m gonna cum…cum…
soon.”

“Then cum,” Greg barked, like it was a

command to a private.

Within a heartbeat of giving him the order,

Jarrod blew his load over his stomach. The biggest
load Greg had seen any man deliver. Three long
ribbons of cum laced his heaving, hot skin, from
his navel to his neck. That was enough to make
Greg release all he had, too.

With a cry of ecstasy, Greg gave his lover

everything he could. Heck, he was sure, actually,

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certain in fact, he had filled the man’s arsehole
good and proper. When he had delivered and
pulled out, a large dribble of his ejaculate trickled
down from Jarrod’s freshly fucked hole to stain
the sheets. If that wasn’t evidence he’d been filled,
nothing was. Greg clambered so he was next to his
lover, contentment filling his soul.

“There. Now get some sleep, pretty boy.

Tomorrow I’m gonna pound you again, so you’d
better not be a dead starfish next time.” Greg laid
his jibes on thick. Jarrod had been perfect, but he
also knew by winding up his man he would be as
horny as hell the next time they bumped uglies.

“Yes, my captain.” Jarrod embraced Greg. Their

heated bodies took ages to cool. They sure had
been physical—one reason why Greg loved men.
They could handle almost any treatment, and
from what he had experienced, Jarrod was the
man for him because he could handle the most.
Not every guy wanted to be thrown around,
fucked all ways and spanked like a bitch before
being told when to cum. Jarrod did.

Within moments, and with Jarrod’s breath

against his neck, Greg fell into a wonderful dream.
Anton and Donnal may be a step closer to
enlightenment by what had transpired today, but
he was closer to ensuring the continued existence
of the human race. What he and Jarrod had done,
by being successful in integrating into Teathan

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society, was ensure their survival. Simple as that.
Plus, as a bonus, he had found two new friends in
Anton and Donnal. In Greg’s mind, that was all he
cared about.

He was complete.

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Chapter Fourteen

Human Solution

kiles reported to President Naidoc at the
appointed time, as he was instructed to do.

The man, weary from worry and haggard

from lack of sleep, didn’t look up when Skiles
approached his desk. “You wanted to see me, Mr.
President?”

Again, without looking up, the President

replied, “The first batch of humans to be
integrated into Teathan society has gone well. You
are to be congratulated, Skiles.”

“Thank you. There were a few issues.”
“Nothing unexpected considering the scale of

what we set out to achieve.”

Skiles shifted his weight. “Of course. But how

many more humans can we send there? The psych
tests are quite stringent, and to tell the truth, not
many have been passing it. As you have said
before, it would take someone special to accept

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being fed, changed and bathed by a being like a
Teathan.”

“That is why I have called you here.” Finally,

the President looked up. His eyes were bloodshot.
“You are to stop sending people to be placed
under Teathan care. Clear?”

Skiles nodded his acknowledgment. “But what

about the rest of us? The thirty-five million or so
who are left to scratch out a living under a bubble
because they cannot even breathe the air outside?
What about them?”

“As I said, that’s why I called you here.” This

time Skiles remained silent. Seemed the
President’s patience had run out. Perhaps the
death of his wife only last week due to an illness
which should have been wiped out years ago, was
the reason. Perhaps his guilt at not getting those
left to safety quick enough another. Whatever the
reason, the President seemed more urgent with his
voice. He continued, “The Teathans have finally
agreed to allocate one of their moons to us. It is
rich in resources and abundant with vegetation.
They now understand that they cannot look after
so many people without stifling our growth. If we
are to survive, we must be able to breed in a clean
environment, free of burden or the presence of any
others, just like we did on the Earth of old. What
we have in mind is simple. The rest of humanity
will soon colonise the Teathan moon, Adara.”

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“And what about the people who have been

taken in by the Teathans? What happens to them
once the colony is established?”

“They are lost to us, casualties of a poor

decision based on erroneous advice on my part.
Sure, the relationship the Teathans have with their
humans is a good one…too good,” the President
said flatly. “Teathan law is quite clear about how
they are to proceed once they have taken
ownership of another so they can care for them.
They would not want to risk their enlightenment.
Under no circumstances will I, or this office, do
anything to jeopardise the relationship we have
with the Teathans, either. We must simply move
on.”

Skiles’s eyelids narrowed. If he understood the

initial reports correctly, he was sure he could find
a solution without dissolving the treaty. “I heard
Teathan law can be…manipulated to suit any
given situation.”

The President offered a faint smile. “Perhaps

you didn’t hear what I said, Skiles.”

“I…I don’t follow, Mr. President.”
All of a sudden, the President’s mood changed,

his face hardening to stone. “The decision to send
people as packaged toys was your idea, correct?”

Skiles felt sick to his stomach with the

realisation he was about to take the fall for recent
events. With his voice wavering, he said, “Yes.”

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101

“Then I suggest you make yourself available for

shipment to Teathan Prime. I’m sure a scientist
would make a great action figure.”

“I still don’t follow, Mr. President.”
The man stood, towering over Skiles. “In my

haste to find a solution to our problems, I accepted
many decisions which should have been
considered in more detail. What has happened is
too much success. What is left of our race has been
divided because I was blind to the outcome of my
decision and I’m afraid I need to take action which
will seem unfair to you. I need a scapegoat, after
all.”

Skiles swallowed hard. “You’re firing me?
“Let’s just call it a reassignment, shall we?”
Then Skiles caught on. The President wasn’t

firing him. He wasn’t even laying the blame of the
Teathan operation on his shoulders. What he was
doing was giving him a chance to get into Teathan
society and work out a solution before the colony
was completed. After all, humanity had been
saved by the Teathans, no question, but because of
that success, humanity also had to be re-united.
Something the Teathans may not want to happen,
especially as they have invested so much to take
care of the humans they already had in their
possession.

He snapped to attention, saluting. “You can

count on me, Mr. President.”

A Human For Christmas

102

President Naidoc sat. “You have until next

Christmas to give me the report I need.”

Skiles left the President’s office. The thoughts of

his new mission swarming his mind. He would
find a solution. He had to for the sake of
humanity.

About the Author

I am Mark Alders, writer, intactivist, post office
worker, and all round nice guy…except when
someone steals my chocolate! I am a proud
Australian, and as such use different spellings and
have some weird phrases, too. Hey, perhaps that’s
why I write some damn weird shit! I can’t change
who I am. So when you read one of my books,
enjoy the ride, but please don’t say I can’t spell. I
spell how I damn well feel like it! LOL Naw
seriously, I spell like an Aussie…do forgive me
because we are a breed unto ourselves. Where else
can a place have 11 registered public holidays and
no one has any idea what they are for except to
have a BBQ and down some beers! If you do find a
genuine error in my work, please let me know so I
can speak with my editor…also, as an addition to
that, offer chocolates as well. Lots of chocolates.

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