John Davis
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Ryan woke up from his meditation, he didn't know how long it had lasted, but he felt rejuvenated. Although he had been listening to a lot of conversations, whatever trance-like state he was in wasn't omnipotent and didn't allow him to listen to everyone. Still, he learned a lot from the mindless chatter because there were so many people. First, he learned what his name meant, he was an orphan, the dregs of society. Second, he learned a little more about the slave system, though he still had a lot of…-
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"What do you think about the recruits this year Mila? Any caught your fancy?" Abby asked, flinging her beautiful long red hair to lay over her seat. Her plump curves and fawn brown eyes drew a few looks from the female audience members as she moved. Glancing at her sister, Mila waved dismissively, continuing to look through the files of new recruits. "Oh, come on, sis, there has to be someone who catches your eye this year, right?" Abby teasingly said as she walked toward her younger sister. Mila stuck…
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Following Valery, Ryan made his way down a long corridor. The sound of a hundred pairs of shoes clattering against the ground echoed off the dimly lit metal walls. Only a hundred left after the Lieutenant ordered the 400 unranked recruits through a suspicious door, back in the unadorned chamber they had come from. As he snuck a peek through the door, Ryan saw only darkness, giving him the feeling of peering into a void. Coming to the end of the corridor, Ryan saw an entrance to an auditorium stage.…
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Yawning, Ryan rubbed his eyes, stretching his arms above his head. Hearing the satisfying crack of his back muscles, Ryan abruptly paused mid-pose as he gaped at where he was sitting. This room was relatively spacious, with unadorned white walls, much like his own repainted room. However, the peculiar part of the room was not its interior but its inhabitants. Sitting shoulder to shoulder along the walls were hundreds of boys who appeared to be around the age of 18. Ryan, too, was crunched in between two…
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Making steady eye contact, Ryan backed toward his bed. Having spent the previous three years locked up in his bedroom, he knew its layout like the back of his hand. Carefully evading his lethal dresser, he kept his eyes locked on his target. Waggling his eyebrows, Ryan said, "Do you want the good Ryan," reaching the bed, he raised one eyebrow. "Or the naughty one?" Tilting her head, she pressed her lips together, "I prefer my males submissive and docile," she said. However, Ryan could see a gleam in her…
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Pleasure is power. Pleasure is necessary. Pleasure is the goal. When one obtains power, one obtains pleasure. Pleasure is the drug that drives innovation, that drives society to advancement. Without pleasure, there would be no purpose in taking a step forward. - Sage Omar Medlock === Ryan's breaths became rapid as he gripped his elongated shaft, his pace quickening. Clutching a phone in his chubby hands, Ryan longingly gazed at the hazel eyes staring back at him. Biting his lip, Ryan stifled a moan…
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