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"Nothing like a royal rim-and-suck to start the day."
"I don�t know. A stack of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, a ham and spinach and cheese omelet with home fries, a huge fluffy buttermilk biscuit smothered in sausage gravy plus a big glass of apple juice is right up there, wouldn�t you say, boss?"
The first speaker was a lithe young man half submerged in a large jacuzzi, leaning with His eyes closed against the side, His legs spread wide. In this case, large meant over fifteen feet in diameter, twice the size of a normal model. Two figures moved below the water�s surface around the lower half of the speaker�s body.
The other speaker�s deep rich voice came out of the air from no obvious direction.
"THOMAS, you�re such a kidder. But that does sound good for breakfast. Have that ready after we�re done here, with enough for all three of us. But freshly made, not from the replicator. It�s never quite the same."
"Chef pref?"
"Tyler. It�s been a while since he�s made me something, right?"
"Almost two weeks."
"That�s far too long. Make sure he makes me something, in person, at least twice a week." Tyler Florence was one of His top five chefs. There was a saying that you eat with your eyes. With Tyler, the young man liked eating with more than His eyes, particularly the chef. Sex with him was almost as scrumptious as his food, which was not an insult considering how good his food was.
"You want for him to be naked?"
"No. An apron�s fine, for safety and all that."
"By your command, creator of mine."
Silence, except for occasional low moans from the man. Eventually he put His hands under the water. They moved the dark mass between His legs downward. "Okay guys, this is it." He yelled, thrusting His hips upward again and again. Finally, he relaxed, His hands floating up and to His sides.
"You both did amazing, but I expected nothing less. Rise so I can see you."
Two figures emerged, one to His right and other to His left. Male, well-built and naked, both stood proudly with heads held high.
The one to the right was about 6 and a half feet tall, with long brown hair flowing past his broad shoulders. His gold eyes looked like the coins of a pirate treasure sunk beneath the waves. The bronze skin above his waist was covered in tattoos. Further down, his magnificent cock rose gloriously above his solid legs.
The other man was a few inches shorter, with ash blonde hair closely cropped, and eyes as blue as the ocean depths. His porcelain skin was unadorned. His cock, though not as majestic as the other man�s, was still impressive.
"I don�t think I could ever get tired of looking at you two like this. I am glad, though, that I had you get rid of those highlights, Arthur." the young man said to the one tattooed, "You look so much better with your hair dark all the way through. Now, since your brother was so wonderfully working on my ass, did you save some for him?"
Smirking, the taller man opened his mouth. There was a pool of milky liquid surrounding his tongue.
"You�ve never tasted my cum, have you, Orm?"
"No, master," said the blonde. "I have wanted to, so very, very much."
"Well, here�s your chance. Arthur?"
The two men moved to each other and kissed. Orm sucked out as much of His essence as he could. When he was done, he looked down at the young man and said, "Thank you, master, thank you. Your ass was delicious, but your cum was beyond anything I could ever have conceived. When can I have more?"
"We�ll have to see about that. For now, get down here."
The two slaves, the dark-haired Arthur Curry also known as Aquaman the King of Atlantis and his blonde half-brother Orm, slipped to either side of Him.
"I have to say, I do love being the meat in this seafood sandwich." He kissed Orm while Curry caressed His body.
"So, do you want to delay breakfast, boss?" asked THOMAS, the brilliant supercomputer He created so many years before. "Boss? I�ll take that as a yes.
"Shall I wait until you get out of the jacuzzi, asked THOMAS. Why of course, answered THOMAS, since I am being completely ignored. But then I�ve gotten used to this by now. Which is also why I talk to myself, since I�m the only one besides my distracted creator who�s brilliant enough to understand me. I�ll just work out the variables for the next mission on which we�ll be going, shall I? That sounds like a terrific idea, I�ll get right on that."
He heard everything His creation said, and knew it knew that. The annoyance was feigned, of course. THOMAS did it knowing what amusement it provided.
But that was done for now, so he put it out of His mind and concentrated on enjoying the two superpowered toys.
*****
"Pancakes!"
The master chuckled. He could have reduced Aquaman�s overall exuberance. However, since that may have carried over into bedroom activities, he thought it best not to change that. "How many, and what type?"
"A dozen to start, and blueberry."
"Orm, you want anything else?"
"No, master, what you�ve provided is more than enough."
"You heard His Majesty, Tyler. Go ahead and make an extra three chocolate chip ones for me."
"Alright, more pancakes coming up."
The four men were in a large kitchen. Florence was wearing a cooking apron and nothing else. Whenever he cooked with his back to the others, they could see his solid back and ass. Though not as muscular as the others, he was still in excellent shape like all the men on this Earth. The master had made sure of that.
The others sat at a marble-topped island, the Atlanteans to either side of Him. The kitchen was mostly pale blue with gold hardware, with titanium appliances. It had been built to last for a very long time.
The house, which the master had named Chateau Partie de Baise, was over a mile up in the Rocky Mountains in Wyoming. Winter was almost over, but the snow still blanketed everything as far as He could see. No other houses existed for miles. The master had several dwellings, of course. But when He wanted to really wanted to get away, He would go either to the space station or here. The views from each were equally spectacular. Since He was going to doing more space travel than usual in the near future, He wanted to be Earthbound for a while.
Thinking of which. "THOMAS, what�s on the agenda for today?"
"Working on the Arrowverse itinerary, which we can do anytime. Checking out the semi-finals for adding new favorites to your personal harem. That�s this afternoon. The rest of the day is pretty much open."
"Great." Eating continued in silence. Any of the men would drop everything and carry out any command He gave the instant he asked. That knowledge was as much a turn on as when they actually satisfied His every whim.
When they finished, He said, "Arthur, Orm, I�m sending you to DP to get in your daily enhanced workout. Tyler, you�ll go back to whatever you were doing before."
They all frowned, since each wanted to spend every second with Him. But they also wanted to make Him happy, and they knew that doing what he asked made Him happy.
"As you wish, master," said each of them.
"THOMAS, energize."
A hum, and the three transported away.
About half an hour later, a genteel gong sounded. THOMAS said, "News alert."
"Put it up."
The master was reclining in the living room. The widescreen television over the fireplace came on, with the screen filled by the image of an extremely handsome news anchor.
"I like that. Who are you using?"
"I�m going with a Charmed theme. Forty-five percent Julian, forty-five percent Victor and ten percent Misha."
"That�s right, Misha was on, if only for one episode. Excellent blend. Start him up."
The Multi Dimensional News Network simulacrum said, "We have some information that has just been made available for the general public." The voice was THOMAS�, deep, rich and sexy. "We are happy to reveal that the Great and Wise One has added two new superpowered individuals to His special favorites. Both are from Atlantis on a parallel Earth. They are none other than Aquaman who is also known as Arthur Curry, on the left, and his half-brother Orm."
Pictures of the two appeared, showing them from the waist up and shirtless. "Followers of the old comic books will notice the difference. For those unfamiliar, Aquaman is traditionally blond and Orm has darker hair. As announced on a prior news alert, the Great and Wise One already has two blond Arthur Currys.
"However, when he saw these variations, their difference intrigued Him. Also, since he did not possess an Orm, he chose to obtain both of them. All will be pleased to know that they have satisfied the Great and Wise One very much, and shall provide much delight to Him in the future.
"We now return you to your regularly scheduled programs. All hail to the Great and Wise One, happiness to the One, happiness to all."
Anyone else watching was repeating that last sentence and meaning it, He knew.
The image changed to one of the Earth slowly rotating in space, with the bright moon in the background. THOMAS voice added, "This was a news alert from MDNN."
"You want to watch anything special, boss?"
"No, you can turn it off. Perfect broadcast, as always. I think it�s time I get in my workout."
"Where to? DM, DP or Supers?" The three names THOMAS said were the special gyms that He had set up for His favorites. DM was Dimension Muscle Gym, for those without super-strength. DP was Dimension Power Gym, for those with super-strength. Supers Gym was specifically for the various versions of Superman he had obtained.
The main facilities for each were in Tavernier, one of the Florida Keys between Key Largo and Islamorada. The transparent aluminum walls allowed unobstructed views of the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico. Even the strongest hurricane could do little damage to them, though such severe atmospheric disturbances had almost become a thing of the past.
"DM." Later, He could get to the others easily if He wanted.
"Say the magic word."
"Energize."
*****
"Spot!"
Clangs filled the gym as everyone within earshot of Him dropped their dumbbells and other workout equipment. They all rushed in His direction, but Jake Hanson got their first.
"Let me spot you, master." "No, let me." "Me, please." All the men jostled to help. They did not shove or fight each other, however, as they knew this would displease Him.
"Back, guys, back. Jake got here first. It warms my heart that you are all so eager. You can do that now by returning to your exercises. Keeping in such wonderful shape makes me happy every time I look at each of you. Go, go, go."
The men left, disappointed. Each wished to serve His every wish, but they took consolation that at least their bodies pleased Him. Bodies that wore the standard gym attire of thin snugly fitting cotton shorts in various colors slit up the sides and nothing else. Many had been working out long enough for their shorts to become translucent with sweat. All had erections, as they always did in His presence.
"Assume the position if you will, Jake."
Hanson stood behind the weight bench, one hand on either side of the barbell. Being so close to Him with his crotch mere inches from His face made him even harder. His enslavement was the best thing that ever happened to him.
The memory was so clear. They met first when Hanson was visiting his friend Dylan McKay in Beverly Hills. He was introduced as Glen Alpert Sims. "Just call me Glen." Almost a month later they met again at his apartment on Melrose Place. "I got exactly what I wanted there," Sims said. "I�m here to get more of the same."
What He had gotten were handsome young men like McKay and his friends. What He wanted were the handsome young men in Hanson�s apartment complex, including him.
He resisted, of course, though he realized now how foolish that was. The master always got whom and what He wanted, and made sure that whom He wanted would want Him more than anything else when He was done.
"Jake, that was very entertaining. For someone who�s never done it with a dude before, you make a really good lay." He treasured those words, words that the master had said after their first sexual encounter. In the years since then, they had been together only another fifteen times. He wished it could have been ten times that.
Unfortunately, since He had started obtaining superheroes, His interest in his earlier favorites had decreased. Hanson understood, but it still hurt. One of the most popular topics of conversation was how to make themselves more desired by Him.
*****
"It�s so frustrating sometimes. I mean, how can we compete?" said Dylan McKay, exasperated.
"It�s kind of impossible, right?" Hanson agreed.
McKay, Hanson and several others lounged by a large pool. They each wore the tiniest speedos possible that would still cover their cocks and asses, which meant the size range varied wildly. The pool was one of several at the resort where all the favorites lived.
The resort was in Tavernier. What land was not occupied by the gyms was taken up by the resort itself. A force bubble, usually permeable, was always over the island. It allowed air and water through but filtered out ultraviolet radiation, equating to a broad-spectrum SPF 200 sunscreen. The favorites spent a great deal of time swimming or playing volleyball or engaging in various outdoor sports when they were not working out. The bubble afforded protection so they could get tanned while reducing their risk of skin damage.
The master's youthening process was given to his favorites, so all were now physically in their twenties to early thirties. He would re-administer the treatment as needed so they would never get older. Also, to maintain ideal physical condition, the master had each of his favorites undergo a full physical every month.
The bubble would sometimes be strengthened if a hurricane passed through the area. This happened less often after Federation weather control technology was implemented. Later, when the moon was covered in solar power cells, the amount of energy produced allowed almost complete control of the climate on His Earth.
The first �floor� of rooms started at thirty feet up, with a total of five floors. About half of the five hundred rooms were occupied, since the master was very selective about who would receive the honor of staying there.
Each room was the equivalent of a penthouse suite with more than 1,200 square feet and an up-to-date kitchen. Anything could be delivered normally or by transporter. Each occupant received a no-limit credit card to charge anything they wanted to the room. For the master, on His Earth, money was literally meaningless. For His favorites, nothing was too good as long as they made Him happy. Since THOMAS� conversions were always thorough, His favorites could never conceive of not making Him happy.
That was the reason for the poolside discussion. They had everything they could ever want. They knew their master was happy. Recently, though, fewer of them were the ones causing that happiness. They were always trying to figure out ways to change that.
"I know. I don�t feel like I�ve got any chance at all. I�m a doctor, not an Orion slave girl," said Doctor McCoy. "Or slave boy, for that matter. I�ve been reading every book about sex I could find, from the Kama Sutra onward. Don�t get me wrong, it�s been fun practicing, especially with Sulu. But sometimes I feel like I�m going to dislocate something. I�m a doctor, not a contortionist.
"I hardly see Jim and Spock anymore either. They�re sharing a room and hardly ever leave. I�ve heard He watches them more often lately. At least they�re making Him happy."
All rooms had unobtrusively placed cameras with microphones, letting the master see and hear what happened in them. All was recorded as well, but THOMAS purged most of it daily. Only the most interesting sexual activity was preserved for the master�s future enjoyment.
Vance Duke jumped in. "That�s like my cousin Bo and his lookalike that�s the dad of one of them superguys, Ain�t that right, guys?"
In the pool, two men playing with a beach ball responded.
"Yeah, it�s been weeks since I�ve seen Bo," said Luke Duke, his dark-haired cousin.
"Fine by me." said Coy, the other blonde Duke cousin. "Them two can play with each other all they want. I�d rather play with y�all. When�re you getting back in, Vance?"
"Alright, alright. Need to clear my head of all this jibber-jabber anyway." He stood up and dived smoothly in, hardly creating a splash.
"Not that there�s that much in those boys� heads to clear." Doctor McCoy�s southern drawl always came out more when he was around the cousins Duke. "They do look good in tight jeans, though. Or speedos. Or nothing at all. Let�s face it; they ain�t popular �cause of their sparkling wit."
"Hey, just because you look good doesn�t mean you�re stupid." The speaker was Bob Paris, a world class bodybuilder known for his symmetrical physique. That physique had only gotten bigger and more symmetrical after his conversion.
"Everyone knows that, Bob," chimed in McKay. "Look at you. You�re gorgeous and really smart. You too, Shawn."
The other person addressed, Shawn Ray, also a world class bodybuilder, said, "Thanks, that�s nice of you to say. I can see why all the girls liked you when you were still straight. But are you being so sweet because you want to get fucked by one of us later?"
"Both of you, to be honest. And if I could fuck at least one of you, that�d be great."
"You sure? We both have really big muscle asses."
"No problemo. I�ve never had complaints that my dick is too small."
"You up for it, Bob?"
"A threesome with you and Dylan McKay? Have I ever mentioned how much of a 90210 fan I was?"
"That�s the show in your universe that was all about our lives? Luke Perry played me, right?"
Paris nodded.
"Well, hey, anything for a fan."
From one of the speakers near them, THOMAS said, "Doctor McCoy, you and Mister Sulu have an eleven o�clock. He�s in your room."
"Thanks. Tell him I�ll be there shortly."
"I can transport you there if you like." THOMAS knew the physician�s response, but still liked it every time.
"Don�t go scattering my atoms from here to who-knows-where! Walking works just fine. Sometimes you�re worse than Spock."
"I�ll take that as a compliment. Enjoy your session, Doctor."
McCoy left, grumbling all the way.
Smirking, Ray said to McKay, "So, if you can only fuck one of us, who would it be?" Paris turned to him and scowled, then chuckled as he realized Ray was teasing. He remembered how much Ray was inspired by him. He had even said in an interview that Paris was one of the reasons he became a bodybuilder.
"You like making a guy�s life tough, don�t you? Well, no offense, but it�d have to be Shawn. Not that you�re homely or anything, Bob, because like I said before, gorgeous. But you�ve got to admit, Shawn is something else."
"He�s right on that," Paris admitted. "You know, there�s something I�ve never told you. Sometimes I wish I was black."
"What?" said Ray, puzzled. "You want all that discrimination? OK, that doesn�t exist anymore thanks to Him. But you mean, when you were young you wish you were black? I know you were gay even before you met Him, but being black is a whole different kind of prejudice, and you can�t hide it. Let�s just say that, for me, growing up was not always fun."
"I understand. It�s just that I�ve always thought black bodybuilders looked so much better than white ones. I don�t know if it�s that the skin color accentuates the muscles or genetically your muscles are more defined. Whatever it is, I�ve always had a little crush on every black bodybuilder I�ve ever seen. You, by the way, are top of the list. I can�t say that about the white ones, or Hispanic ones or any other ethnicity. I can�t believe I never told you that before."
"Well, that was the weirdest thing that anyone�s ever said to me that�s also kind of cool and sweet. We need to fuck more often, just the two of us." Looking at McKay, Ray said, "But we did say a threesome for tonight. Considering how much Bob likes you, who am I to disappoint? But I don�t think there�s going to be any disappointing going on." He winked at the other two, who winked back.
"That�s my evening sorted out. How about you, Jake?" asked McKay.
"So much for being frustrated."
"It�s like the serenity prayer says. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, and sex with hot guys."
"That�s not how it goes."
"That�s how my version goes."
"So, once you�ve got the serenity part down, what�s the sex part do?"
"Seriously? I have to explain what sex with hot guys does? For everybody? Your problem, my friend, is you�re not having enough sex with hot guys. What about Matty?" McKay was referring to another resident of Hanson�s apartment complex, Matt Fielding. Like Paris, he was gay before encountering the master.
"I�d love to if I could find him. After the master converted the whole complex and brought us here, he was like a different person. Or maybe a part of him that he was suppressing got free. In any case, he became a slut tike you would not believe. He was sleeping with everyone and anyone. You�ve seen him. You know how pretty he is. No one was going to say no if he asked. I can�t even remember the last time I laid eyes on him. Months, at least."
"OK, not Matty. But come on, it�s not like you�re spoiled for options here. Off the top of my head, there�s James West. Now that he�s been youthened to his twenties, I hear he�s a dynamo in bed. Oliver Queen may be available too."
"He usually hangs out with all the super people."
"But he�s not super himself. And let�s face it, he�s almost as slutty as Matty."
"You�ve got that right." The few times the two had been together would not soon be forgotten.
"There�s the actors and sports guys. Wait. You�ve got a thing for the big guys. How about the threesome becoming a foursome?"
"No," said Ray. "Maybe another time. Tonight�s just the three of us."
"Fine," said McKay. "There�s plenty more. Lucky for you how much He likes the big guys too. THOMAS, could you check out which bodybuilders have no intimate plans this evening yet?"
"But of course, Dylan. I�ll let you know in a few."
"You didn�t have to do that. I can get my own action."
"Says you. Besides, what are friends for, if not to help get their friends laid? You�ll thank me tomorrow."
"I�ll thank you now. I appreciate it. But what about tomorrow, and the day after and the day after? The feelings won�t be going away."
"The doctor may not be here, but I think he�d agree with my prescription. Sex with hot guys once a day, more often if feelings recur. By the way, don�t forget you�re still one of His favorites. Talk to Him. You know that unless He�s in the middle of something He makes time for us. And if He�s busy He gets back to us as soon as possible."
Hanson hated bothering Him about something he felt was so minor, but if he had to, he would. "OK, you win."
"And you, Jake," said THOMAS, "are a winner as well. Mister Benfatto, Mister Newman and Troy Zucolotto are available and would be happy to spend the evening with you. Your choice."
Hanson mulled the options. "Please tell Mister Newman I�d be delighted to be with him tonight." Why had he not thought of that? Dennis Newman looked like he could be Superman himself. The face, the body, everything. Sex with the human most like the Man of Steel should do wonders for his disposition.
"I�ll pass on your acceptance to Mister Newman. Have fun, guys."
*****
"Jake? Jakey?"
Hanson�s reminiscing about last week had made him oblivious to his surroundings, and even worse to the master. He did not know how long He had been calling his name.
"I�m so sorry sir."
"That�s OK. I know how distracting I can be, especially when we haven�t been this close in a while."
He knew! Hanson thought. Of course He knew. There was almost nothing He did not know.
"I want a little more weight. Add enough to bring it up to two hundred forty." Hanson put ten pounds on each side to bring it up to the requested amount.
"I�m ready when you are, sir."
"Great."
The master lifted the barbell off the rack and lowered it until it almost touched his chest. He raised it slowly until his arms were straight and fully extended. He followed with nine more reps. Each of His exhalations was like a caress, making Hanson more aroused. Difficult though it was to concentrate with the master breathing on him so intimately, he maintained his firm grip, ready to help if there was a problem.
But there was no problem. How could there be? If there had been, THOMAS would have transported the barbell away before even the slightest injury could happen. The master did not need anyone to spot for him.
After racking, the master whispered so only Hanson could hear, "I�m glad it was you."
Hanson�s heart felt like it was bursting. This was the kind of thing any favorite dreamed of hearing.
"Move back a bit. That�s better. Didn�t want to bump into you right now, or at least certain parts of you. Not until tonight, anyway."
Did He mean what Hanson thought He meant? No, he must be misunderstanding.
Sitting up and turning so He could look at Hanson, the master said, "I�ve learned about the dissatisfaction in the ranks. My fault. Much as I love my new super acquisitions, that�s no excuse to neglect the ones I first got on this long and winding road. You�re the OG�s, I love you guys."
"Can I, can I sit down, sir?"
"Sure. Throwing this at you, I should have realized what effect it might have. Tell me when you�re feeling better."
"I�m better now. Thank you, sir. I missed you so much."
"And I you. That�s something we�re going to fix. I shall make sure to see each of you more frequently. If that means fewer one-on-ones and more orgies, I think I can live with that. I�m also going to have THOMAS tweak everyone�s conditioning so these feelings don�t occur, or at least are not nearly so intense. I think that should make things better for everyone. You like?"
"I like, I like, I like so much. Thank you so much. And we will be together tonight?"
"Yes. You and Dylan, since I know he was feeling neglected too. That sound good?"
Being with the master and his best friend, he could not imagine things being any better. "That sounds perfect. Absolutely perfect."
"Glad to hear that." The master stood and pressed his body against Hanson, kissing him deeply. Hanson started rubbing his incredibly hard erection up and down between them.
The master broke the kiss and moved back. "No, no, no. You need to save all of that for tonight. We�ll start at nine. THOMAS will remind you a few minutes before he transports you. I look forward to seeing you again."
"I can�t wait. Every minute will seem like forever."
The master smiled as he said, "Next stop, DP. Energize."
*****
After visiting the other two gyms, the master had a light lunch of New England clam chowder and chef salad. Returning to His chateau, he relaxed for a while.
So much. He, with THOMAS� help, had accomplished so much over the last nearly two decades. Taking over his Earth, he had wondered what to do with the malcontents, those resistant to the methods of mind control he developed. He could simply kill them, but that seemed such a waste. Also, it felt like failure. He believed he could find a better way.
It turned out that very few were resistant. Most people wanted to be led, to not have to worry. Most wanted someone else to take care of them.
In fact, resistance was mostly biological. Blind or deaf people who could not receive all the subliminals. Those with autism or other neurological variations in their brains making them process information differently.
Gathering them together as their immunity was discovered, they were placed in detainment facilities in Area 51. The master was disappointed, but not surprised, that it was merely used for secret technology testing and no aliens were there or ever had been.
He made the facilities as comfortable as possible. Each had a small room with a comfortable bed. There was exercise equipment, pools, rec centers with television and games. The facilities were more like retirement homes than prisons.
After much research, the solution came to Him. Interdimensional travel. He and THOMAS cracked the barrier between universes, letting the master go to different Earths and obtain resources and technology unavailable on his Earth.
One of these Earths had progressed only to a 1950s level of development. This was where He would send the people in the facilities. To make sure they did not return somehow, though, they could not be allowed to know where they came from.
This was far easier to achieve. In fact, some of the early mind control experiments had caused amnesia. THOMAS simply had to reinforce what the later methods had eliminated.
The memories of a few hundred were erased, and then they were sent to an isolated area on the other Earth near a town or small city. Radio messages were sent to the local authorities notifying them of their presence. Every three or four days this was repeated, each group being sent to a different place. In less than a month, all the detainment facilities were empty.
Without that distraction, the master�s mind felt more unburdened than it had ever been. He chose to take more indulgent trips to more far-flung universes, acquiring fictional men he had always desired. If there was useful technology available as well, all the better.
His Earth was beautiful. He had made it so. No war, no crime, no pollution. All were happy, striving to improve themselves, each other and the world.
And yet, there was something that marred that allure. The people.
Not all of them. Not even most of them. Just those who were not beautiful. The men primarily, as He was most interested in them. But eventually even plain-looking women bothered Him.
What to do? He was not going to kill those who were unlovely. They were among the converted and completely devoted to him. Also, there were so many of them.
Why not, he thought, do what he did with the resistant?
He did not need to dump them, however. Starting a colony should work, He thought. It was easy to find an Earth where humans had never evolved. The master had been surprised at how many there were. It made Him realize how unlikely humanity�s existence was.
More than a year was spent preparing the colony. Structures were built with the aid of rudimentary nanites, medieval level technology was set up and informational resources were placed to allow as rapid development as possible. Communication between the two Earths would remain fairly constant, and a gate was made connecting the colony to another uninhabited Earth as an additional source for raw materials.
Simultaneously, THOMAS was processing images of all of the inhabitants of its Earth. The master had programmed in parameters which THOMAS refined. The list of the colonists was prepared long before the colony. A number of families would be broken up, but not a large amount. As the master suspected, like attracted like in the looks department. Visits would be allowed between universes, but as time went on, they would dwindle as the colonists settled into their new lives and those who stayed behind found new partners. After all, the separation was what the Great and Wise One wanted. Who were they to disagree?
When deemed ready, thousands were sent over. A week later, with no signs of any problems, thousands more were sent. More and more went through, scattered across the equatorial and temperate zones of that planet. In six months, over two billion people were colonists. Not a single unattractive person was left on His Earth. As a fringe benefit, overpopulation was no longer a problem either.
He considered not allowing the colonists to have children, eliminating the unappealing through attrition. But with the randomness of genetics, He knew that repulsive people could still be born on his Earth, and ravishing ones in the colony. Therefore, He chose to wait until newborn children reached their late teens, when it would be determined on which Earth they would live. It would take centuries, but eventually only the beautiful would exist on His Earth, with each generation being more and more so.
"Enough with the trip down memory lane. THOMAS, we have things to discuss."
They worked for three hours on the excursion to the Arrowverse. There were several universes within that multiverse He would be in, and coordinating what was going to happen where and when was of critical importance.
"Hey boss, it�s time for the semi-finals if you want to take a break."
"That sounds good. We should be able to finish this up in the next couple of days."
"Want to watch it on the telly, or see it live."
"Live, of course. Energize."
*****
The master materialized in His special observation skybox. "Much as I love Florida, there�s no place like Hawaii." He had decided that the island state was the ideal venue for the twice-yearly competition. Summer or winter, the climate was always idyllic.
"Welcome one, welcome all, to the 17th Ganymediad." The master had named the contest after the Greek mythical figure who was so beautiful that Zeus himself fell in love with the boy. The ruler of the gods took him to live on Mount Olympus, granting him eternal youth and immortality. Considering the purpose was to find the most dazzling men to become his favorites, it was the perfect name.
Held twice a year, only eight were chosen. However, those who lost could re-enter as often as they liked. Contestants had to be at least twenty-one years old.
The number eight was used throughout the Ganymediad. There were eight events: cycling, fencing, long jump, discus throw, rowing, freestyle wrestling, gymnastic floor exercise and freestyle swimming. The cycling was for eight kilometers. To win at fencing a contestant had to make eight hits on their opponent. A long jump had to be at least eight meters. A discus had to be thrown at least eighty meters. A standard one weighed two kilograms and would not go that far, so a special lighter one was created. Rowing and freestyle swimming was for eight hundred meters.
Every able-bodied man in the world competed locally, with those qualifying going on to regional events. After several tiers like this, only sixty-four finalists participated in the Ganymediad itself.
The semi-finals had one event a day. Each had eight rounds, with a half hour break between them. Eight participated in each round. After the eighth day, the lowest scoring half were eliminated. The remainder went through all eight events again. The eight highest scorers would then be made the master�s newest favorites.
Naturally, the sixty-four participants each time were mostly the same, but there were some variations each time. This made it always interesting to the master.
Most men spent as much time as possible training for the Ganymediad, taking increasing amounts of time off work. The master allowed this, leading to women taking over more jobs at every level. Eventually the only men working full time were those too old to qualify anymore. Women ran the world, and the master approved of the results.
"The last of the semi-final events, swimming, will commence shortly."
"You want the usual in-flight entertainment, boss?"
"Indeed."
A few minutes later another figure appeared. He was young, of medium height with a bodybuilder�s physique, wearing only a speedo. He carried a two-foot diameter disc under one arm.
"George! Long time no see. I�m so glad THOMAS picked you."
"I was available and happy to service you. Please, master, call me that name."
"So nice to see you again, whore, hey." Jorge closed his eyes and trembled. He was a whore for the master, and loved when his name was pronounced in the way that made that evident.
The master, only wearing a t-shirt, said, "Enough of that. Get to it."
Jorge put the disc down and press a button on it. The disc levitated several inches off the floor. Kneeling in front of the master, he grabbed the master�s hips and went down until his nose was pressed against the master. Slowly he moved up and down, working to satisfy the master completely.
The master moved on the window, Jorge floating with him. Looking down, he saw the eight swimmers had begun the 800-meter freestyle. Only able to see their backs, the master thought one looked familiar. "Lane 1. Is that Michael? I thought we got rid of him."
He was referring to Michael Phelps. Though having an amazing body seemingly genetically engineered for efficient swimming, above the neck did not meet the same standard. The master coined the word �bagface� to describe ugly men with fantastic bodies, due to wanting to put a paper bag over their head while having sex. Such men were exiled to the colony. However, their procreating was encouraged, since they could potentially produce completely attractive children. To the master, Phelps was the quintessential bagface.
"We did. Here�s what that guy looks like from in front." A hologram appeared, showing a man with movie star good looks. "Ironically, his name�s Michael too."
"That and how he looks from the back are the only similarities, that�s for sure." The master continued watching until they finished, with the swimmer in Lane 1 coming in third.
After the break and the second round of swimming, the master said, "That�s enough, whore. Hey."
"Wasn�t I good?"
"If you hadn�t been good, I wouldn�t have let you continue for so long. You are more than good. You know me, though, I love variety. Hence the contest, after all. But I do want more time, and soon. THOMAS, when�s my next free night?"
"Two weeks."
"Please schedule George for that night. Might add someone else, but we�ll see."
"Done and done."
"Thank you master. I will please you even more than today."
"I expect nothing less. THOMAS, return George to where you found him. Leave the disc."
Jorge disappeared in a cloud of sparkles.
"Who next?"
"You know, I haven�t seen Lochte in a while. Get him. And he doesn�t need to be wearing anything."
Five minutes afterward, Ryan Lochte stood before the master. Former swimming companion of Michael Phelps, he was a gorgeous specimen from head to toe.
"Dude, it�s been, like, I don�t know, forever since I saw you. Man, I missed you, and that cock, woo hoo! You want me to, like, suck it and stuff?"
Some would say Lochte�s beautiful body was not reflected in an equally beautiful mind. However, the master found his mind incredibly beautiful. Beautifully uncluttered, beautifully uncomplicated, beautifully devoid of anything approaching higher thought.
There were plenty of stunning men with whom the master could have intricately involved conversations. There were, alternatively, men like Ryan where the last thing the master was interested in was conversation. What conversation occurred was normally short and simple.
"Ryan, I missed you too. Now shut the fuck up, get on the floaty thing and suck my cock already."
"Jeah dude! Like, all you had to do was ask."
Lochte�s cocksucking talents were prodigious, like his own cock. After his conversion, all he wanted to do was have as many cocks in him as possible. He topped sometimes, but only if he could get fucked while doing it. He usually hung out at every Ganymediad, taking care of the contestants, who got special enjoyment out of having a former Olympian satisfying their every sexual desire.
Once round five had finished, the master said, "Send him back."
Lochte�s eyes widened. He tried to get off the master�s cock so he could speak, but was gone before he could do so. The master did not want to hear him talk again today.
"It�s getting to be around dinner time, right?"
"Yeah, boss. What are you in the mood for?"
"Haven�t had Thai in a while. So, soup, Tom Kha Gai. Main course, Shrimp Pad Thai. That should give me what I need to get me through the night."
"Chef pref?"
"Ming Tsai. He doesn�t need to be there. Just have it done and delivered by seven. Send Jake and Dylan over at eight. If I need anything after that I�ll let you know, but I think the three of us will be fine. More than fine, actually.
"You know, there�s still some time before I need to get back to the Chateau for dinner. Sunset in the Keys is around eight, right?"
"True, and 8:07 in Tavernier, to be specific."
"Couldn�t be better. A bit of volleyball sounds like a perfect way to while away the time." There were always some of his favorites playing on the beach throughout the day, wearing only the shorts they would have on at the gym. As it was a popular pastime, several nets were strewn around the area. "Make sure all the courts are full. No powers." The master was ensuring that since there would be a mix, any players with extraordinary abilities would not use them. It was more fun to watch that way.
"That shouldn�t take long. In the meantime?"
"I�ll watch the next round here. Give me a two-minute warning before they�re ready."
"Will doodley-do. Anything special for the winning teams?"
"Nope. Normal prizes." For those the master did not watch in person, the losers had to do whatever the winners wanted for a week. That could range from menial tasks to the more extreme. Nothing that would cause harm, but most used the opportunity to indulge in bizarre sexual fantasies.
However, any winning team the master honored with His presence during play would get three nights to satisfy Him. It could be one at a time, in small groups or the entire team at once. All games were recorded, but the latter were the most enjoyable to re-watch, since they were so hard fought.
*****
About fifteen minutes later, THOMAS said, "Two-minute warning. You want to know who�s where?"
"No. Surprise me."
The next thing the master knew, he was on the beach in a large wooden tower more than twenty feet tall. A few yards away was a volleyball court with a standard team of six on each side, surrounded by spectators. In the distance the master could make out a court in either direction about a quarter mile away.
"On your left is team Modbody, so named since it�s all fitness models and bodybuilders. The players are Anton Antipov, David Laid, Calum Von Moger, Steve Moriarty, Mike O'Hearn and Jeff Seid. The other side is team Olympian, since all those guys were medal winners at the Olympics. They are Nathan Adrian, Matt Anderson, Jake Dalton, Camille Lacourt, Alex Ranghieri and Ning Zetao.
"And at your feet you�ll find an additional distraction." The master had felt it already. Looking down, He saw another one of His favorites already taking care of His outstanding situation.
"You are getting very good with the whole transporter targeting thing. How did you?"
"I had him in position for a while. When you were ready, I brought you here, then him a few milliseconds later. Aiming to please."
"Your aim, as usual, is perfect. With the results I am delighted. Overjoyed. Enraptured. Entranced, even. I want to see who it is, though. Let me see your face. Goodge! OK, you can get back to what you were doing so well. And thank you, THOMAS, for giving me a little extra something to play with."
He reached down and squeezed the man�s nipples, among the largest on any of His favorites. This elicited moans and more eager devouring of his master.
"Just when I think that things couldn�t get better. Let the game begin."
Both teams turned to the tower, bowed and then faced each other again. Anderson, towering over the others at almost seven feet tall, hit the volleyball across the net. The match had commenced.
Seeing His favorites playing volleyball never got dull. Watching them do so with the sunset bathing their sweat-glistening muscular bodies in orange and gold, their hard cocks flopping around in their sheer shorts as they jumped and rolled in the sand, made it that much more sublime. He secretly rooted for one of the teams, but would be happy no matter which one won. Scenarios were already forming in his mind as He observed the action.
Another day would soon be ending, but a potentially infinite number of others were yet to come, filled with as yet unknown wonders and delights. Growing up, He could not have imagined in His most insane fantasies that this would be what He would be doing. The master smiled. "What a life I have, and I love every freaking minute of it."
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CAST:
Arthur Curry / Aquaman - Jason Momoa
Tyler Florence - Himself
Vance Duke - - Christopher Mayer
Bob Paris - Himself
Shawn Ray - Himself
George - Himself
Ryan Lochte - Himself
William Goodge - Himself
Volleyball teams
| Team Modbody |
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| Anton Antipov | David Laid | Calum Von Moger | Steve Moriarty | Mike O'Hearn | Jeff Seid |
| Team Olympian |
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| Nathan Adrian | Matt Anderson | Jake Dalton | Camille Lacourt | Alex Ranghieri | Ning Zetao |
| Read Part 7.3 - Counterpart |
| Read Part 9 - Supersymmetry |