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After the Apocalypse – The Empire
and The Free States – Prologue
All stories need to have a beginning.
But where do you begin. Do I tell you that I am an only child? Do I
tell you that my parent's are workaholics? I mean, where do you truly
know where everything went wrong?
First
off, my name is Cody. I have blue-green eyes and dark black hair.
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guess I’ll start my story when I was about 7 years old. Two
things started happening at the same time. The first was the signs of
my own homosexuality. I know most of you are probably shaking your
heads, thinking that that is way too young. I agree, but it was the
first signs. You see, where all the other boys were pushing the girls
down and throwing mud at them, I was their best friend. I don't mean
I played dolls or anything like that, but I always sat with them at
lunch and did my homework with them. My mother always loved it,
telling her friends what a playboy her son was going to grow up to
be.
The
second thing that happened was I started having these small black
outs. Typically it was only for a few seconds, maybe a minute at the
worst. And afterwards was a small period of disorientation where I
wouldn't know what was going on, who I was, or where I was. But it
was never that big of a deal. At least I never thought so.
I
remember the first time my mother found out though. She was pretty
angry, but that was probably more because she had to take time off
work to take me to the doctor's office. They ran all sorts of scans
on me and eventually decided to admit me to the hospital for some
more tests. Finally, when they couldn't figure it out they just let
me go home. It was weeks later that my parents got the
call.
I had just gotten home and was going
about my normal business. It's odd when your parents work all day and
night; you kinda start doing everything for yourself. Well, I was a
little taken back when my mom showed up a little later and decided
that she wanted to talk to me. She looked nervous, not really upset,
I remember that very vividly. She sat me down at the kitchen table
and told me that there was something wrong with my brain. The doctors
had never seen anything like it before. They didn't know whether I
would live or die, or even how long it would take.
After that day my parents withdrew even
more. It was like they were trying to distance themselves from me
now, instead of waiting for my death. For most people, you would
think the possibility of their only son dying would bring them closer
together. That they would show him more love, than go running the
other direction as fast as possible. They bought me tons of stuff,
all the toys a growing boy could ever want. But it wasn't the same as
having my parents with me.
They pretty much let me do anything I
wanted at that point. I signed myself up for baseball and just tried
my best to have fun. After the coach found out about my unknown
medical condition, I managed to talk him into letting me be in right
field only, just so I could keep playing.
Several years had gone by. I was 11 at
the time. It was the final game of the season, the state
championship. The game had gone into extra innings tied at 1 to 1. We
were in the 14th inning when I hit a home run with two
people on the bases. Unfortunately, the other team still had their
chance at bat.
As the first batter took his place, it
happened. I blacked out. When I came to, the bases were loaded, but I
was still in my state of confusion. Glancing around I heard a loud
crack that startled me as a ball came flying towards my head. I
ducked, as almost any sane person would. Sane person, but not
baseball player.
We
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hated me. Even the coach, who normally gave me a lift home since no
one ever came to watch me, couldn't look at me. The only thing he
said as I walked back in to the dugout was that he should have never
let me play. I was alone again and so I started to head home. That's
when I met him.
As I was walking the 10 miles to my
house in my gear, a car pulled up beside me. I didn't recognize the
car or driver so I kept walking. The car slowed down beside me and
the window rolled down. The driver looked to be in his late 20's and
had light blond hair. He had a nice bright smile on his face as he
waved to me.
“Hey, that was a tough break at
the game kid. Do you want a lift?” he asked.
“You were there? You saw that,
and you still want to be nice to me? I lost the game.”
“Well I kinda can't be mad. My
nephew was on the other team. I'm Michael by the way. So do you need
a lift or not?”
Not seeing any harm in it, and not
really wanting to walk the entire way home, I shrugged and walked
over. Besides, the guy seemed
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and got in. The man smiled as he continued down the road.
After that day Michael and I became
friends of a sort. He would pick me up and take me to the park, buy
me lunch. He became almost like another parent, the kind I wanted.
The first Christmas that passed he gave me one of those cheap cell
phones that parents give their kids so they can be reached but can't
really call anyone. It only had six buttons. One to answer, one to
hang up, and the other four had phone numbers preprogrammed into
them. He told me to hide the phone and never let my parents see it. I
figured it wouldn't be too hard since they never came looking for
anything, even me.
Time continued to go by, as it often
will. I was about 12 when I finally realized what the early signs
were. I came to the conclusion that I was gay. I also came to the
realization that Michael was an attractive man. Of course I kept that
to myself, not wanting him to find out my preference and stop hanging
out with me.
It was a year later than I realized how
silly that fear was. It was a late night in winter and the power went
out. The heat started to drop rapidly as the cold seeped in from
under the door. It was late and the roads were closed from the
blizzard that had started only a few hours before. Michael offered to
take me home right then but I declined, not really wanting to go home
to an empty house. So we were going to try and wait it out.
It was already after eleven in the
evening, and there was no sign of the blizzard letting up. The
temperature was getting lower and lower and I started to shiver.
Michael slowly reached over and pulled me closer, wrapping his
muscular arms around my slim adolescent frame. I felt so safe, so
protected. Then he leaned down and kissed me.
His stubble rubbed against my smooth
skin roughly. His lips tasted salty, probably from the peanuts he had
been eating earlier. Tentatively my tongue slid out and ran over his
bottom lip, trying to get a taste. Quickly, before I could pull it
back in, his mouth opened and his tongue shot into mine, caressing
against mine and trying to explore as much as possible. I moaned
hungrily back into his.
That night we made love for the first
time. It was the best thing I ever could have imagined. But after
that, well, things began to change. Michael stopped taking me out to
dinner. He stopped doing a lot of things. I still saw him a few times
a week, but the only reason he ever called me was to have sex.
Another two years went by of this.
Nothing changed and I began to grow tired of it. I realized that
Michael hadn't been looking for a boyfriend; he'd been looking for
his own adolescent pet. Someone he could call on whenever he needed
to get off. Someone who wasn't going to stand up for himself. Who
would let Michael do what he wanted. And he had found it in me. Well,
one thing did change. My black outs stopped for some reason, although
I wasn't sure why.
I was in high school now, although I
didn't have a lot of a social life. Ever since that championship
game, I hadn't tried to play sports, go to parties, or do much of
anything that could be considered social. And, because I had not
tried to make any friends throughout middle school, since I had
Michael during that time, I was pretty much alone. But now I started
to get more and more depressed.
Since I didn't have any friends, I
started to pay more attention to the news. The war in Iraq was still
pressing on at the time. I noticed other things as well. Australia
had become more distant in foreign affairs, locking the doors to
embassies and banning immigration. Threats of war were flying rampant
as America got more and more suspicious. I was truly scared of what
could happen; so, I stopped paying attention of it. Just hoping for
it to go away. It's funny, but that never happens the way you want
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to.
Then the most peculiar thing happened.
I found someone else. His name was Theodore, but he went by Teddy. I
never really noticed him before. My mind was always so preoccupied,
that just one day after I stopped paying attention to the outside
world, it was as if he appeared from no where.
First I noticed him in the lunch room,
laughing with his friends. Then he appeared in my gym class, changing
at the end of the row of lockers. That was when I first realized how
handsome he was. He had light brown hair, tinted slightly red. His
nose was sprinkled with freckles, and his eyes, those amazing pools
of ice blue, felt like they could bore a hole right through you. He
had a swimmer's build, a
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think it was at that moment that I fell in love.
I didn't have the guts to talk to him.
He just looked so perfect, hanging out with his friends and laughing
all the day. I wasn't sure how to walk up and talk to him. I hadn't
tried to talk to anyone in years. I would stare at him throughout
lunch period and gym class. I guess he started to notice because, one
day, after we started weight training, he picked me as his partner. I
couldn't speak. I just sort of stumbled over to him and stared. It
was kind of funny, now that I think about it. I can imagine how much
of a dork I probably looked like.
He just smiled at me, just a small
smirk of his thin lips. I blushed furiously as he walked over and
laid down on the bench, hands braced against the weight bar. I just
stood there, stock still, staring at his perfectly formed body.
“You gonna give me a hand, or
just stand there staring?”
I blushed again and nodded, moving over
to stand above him, hands under the bar. He smiled again as he
started to lower and raise the bar repeatedly. I finally worked up
the nerve to say something. “Why me?”
“Huh? What do you mean 'why
you'?”
“Why did you pick me? You have
tons of friends in this class. Why did you want me to help you?”
“Why not? I've seen you looking
at me. I figured you would either start talking to me if I picked
you, or I would scare you off. Seeing as how you are talking, I guess
the first choice was right.” He said, smiling that sweet smile
of his again.
A small smile crossed my face for the
first time in a while. I looked down at him and our eyes met. I knew
at that moment that here was my savior, my protector, my hero. I knew
at that moment that he would take me away from Michael and take care
of me.
We became friends from that day
forward. He would come over to my house and we would hang out. It was
easier, by far, than going to his. His mom didn't work, and so was
usually at home. She would ask questions and want to talk to my
parents. So we just avoided her at first.
One day, while we were hanging out up
in my room playing some video games, Teddy looked over at me and
smiled. It wasn't unusual for this to happen, so I just smiled back
as I continued playing. Slowly, he set down the control and scooted
closer to me. He moved behind me, slightly, and I raised one eyebrow
at him. He just smiled and as he scooted the rest of the way behind
me and wrapped arms around my waist. I could feel the slight pressure
of his head against my shoulder. With a content sigh, I leaned my
head back against his shoulder. When he kissed my cheek, I felt like
I was floating.
We didn't do anything that day. We
didn't do anything ever. It seemed weird to me at first. When I asked
him about it he simply told me that it was because I was worth more
than just a quick release. He said what he felt was forever when he
was with me. That he knew his love was endless, as long as I was
close. I felt so touched that I cried on his shoulder.
It had been nearly a year, of seeing
Teddy in secret. Juggling the two of them had been no easy task.
Don't get me wrong, I loved Teddy and wish I didn't have to continue
seeing Michael. I just didn't know how to end it. I was just so
scared about what would happen. There was one prior time when I had
tried, and I wish I didn't remember what had happened that night in
the basement. Having to sneak around Michael wasn't easy. Finally,
one day while I was with Teddy, Michael called. I was scared to
answer, but scared not to. In the past, when I had tried to avoid
Michael, he always found me, and I paid for it. I answered and tried
to keep it short, saying as little as possible. When I hung up the
phone, Teddy's shoulders drooped slightly, sensing my mood.
Teddy asked me and I broke down and
told him everything. He looked shocked, but when he took my bawling
form into his arms, and held me against him, I knew that he had
already forgiven me. We talked for a while that night, and since
Michael hadn't wanted to see me until the next day, I wasn't worried
about running off, or him coming to find me.
Teddy and I decided that he would go
over there the next day and would talk to Michael and tell him it was
over. I was scared, but knew that if I went, Michael would play on my
fears. Teddy would be strong for me. He would deal with it and then
we could be happy together. Unfortunately that is not how everything
went.
It was around 7:30 when I got another
call from Michael. He demanded that I get over to his house right
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and ran down
to my bike. I rode out into the pouring rain pedaling as fast as I
could. I had forgotten my jacket, so I was quickly drenched. My
thoughts ran wild. Why was Michael calling me? Hadn't Teddy dealt
with the situation? Or had I been abandoned by my hero?
When I pulled up I looked around and
noticed a second bicycle there. Teddy's bike. I couldn't figure out
what had happened. What if he had done something to Teddy. I leaned
my bike next to his and slowly walked up to the door.
The scene that I
encountered was not what I expected to see. Michael answered the door
in just a towel. Nothing else. Teddy was no where in site. At least
not yet. He led me down into the basement ranting at me for running
late. He always took me into the basement when I was late, or when he
was unhappy with me. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, my eyes
opened up wide.
Shock was spread over my face as I
beheld my hero, blood dripping down the side of his face. His eyes,
which had rolled into the back of his head, tried to regain focus.
When they landed on me, I could tell he was trying not to cry. Tears
built up in the corners of his eyes as he fought them back. His blue
eyes begged me to forgive him for failing to stop Michael. I knew in
an instant that I would. Finally the silence was broken, of course,
by Michael.
“I'm glad you decided to show up,
Cody. I had to find out the hard way that my pet was running around
behind my back with this little piece of meat. Although, I must say,
if I had to pick someone, I would have picked little Teddy here as
well. But now I have a little bit of a dilemma. You see, I need to
find someway to punish you for trying to get away from me. Now I
could chain you up and keep you down here for a few weeks, but I'm
sure that between the school and your ever so uncaring parents,
someone would notice eventually.”
“You can do whatever you want.
Just please don't hurt Teddy anymore. I promise not to see him
anymore, just don't do anything else to him.” I was so nervous
for him to believe me that I was stuttering throughout my whole
statement.
“Oh, you won't see him anymore?
Did you hear that little Teddy? He doesn't want you anymore. Which
means I can have you now. And don't go running off Cody, I want you
to see this.”
Teddy began to
struggle in earnest now, fighting with all his strength against the
binds that held him to some sort of rack. Of course, I knew that the
rack he was tied to could pivot and move in many ways, and his
struggling would only serve that purpose. Michael walked up as I
could do nothing but watch in horror. He placed one hand on the rack
and it spun so that Teddy was forced to stand straight up. Slowly he
walked around it, turning it so that Teddy could still see me, but
just out of the corner of his eye.
Michael smirked
over at me, losing all of its humanity and looking evil. I wanted to
close my eyes, but I knew that Michael would only make it worse.
Michael slowly reached up and pushed on the upper bar of the
apparatus, leaving Teddy bent over in front of him. Teddy's eyes were
opened wide as he struggled even more, wanting nothing more than to
just get free. Michael glared over in my direction as he reached down
and tore Teddy's pants off. Teddy's eyes would have gotten bigger,
but they were already as wide as possible. Michael slowly moved
around, like a cat inspecting a mouse for dinner.
Finally, he
nodded and lowered his own pants; his enormous cock standing at
attention. The head glistened with precum as he
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between Teddy's crack. My eyes opened wider as he realized he wasn't
even going to perform any kind of preparation. No lubrication, no
stretching, nothing. Michael looked up at me as he placed the head
just at Teddy's entrance, pushing just enough to taunt him. Then
without any further hesitation, he buried himself to the hilt. Tears
poured down the sides of Teddy's face as he tried to scream around
the cloth stuffed in his mouth.
Michael was
moaning in pleasure, his hips pivoting to full effect, dragging
himself out and the burying it back in to the hilt. I started to cry,
just wanting it all to stop. I would even stay with Michael if it
would save Teddy from all this pain. When I looked at Teddy, into his
eyes, I could tell he was only thinking of me. And something inside
me broke.
Something that
hadn't happened in a long time finally happened. Michael had pushed
my emotions over the edge and my brain couldn't handle it anymore. At
first I felt a ripple inside my body, starting in my chest and moving
towards my brain. When it got there an enormous feeling of euphoria
came over me. Don't ask me why, but I went from the worst moment of
my life to my eyes being opened wide with pleasure. And then
everything faded to black.
Thank you for
reading this far. This is just the prologue to the first story of
many. This portion of the story was told in the past tense, where as
the majority of the story will actually be told in the present. If
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