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I plan to get the boy of my dreams today, whether he likes it or not. Richard Xie. An average boy at my high school, but that’s what I like about him. As per the swimming team photos I gazed over a countless number of times, he has a body with a few beauty marks here and there—but otherwise untanned and no dead skin. He has boyish acne and unbrushed hair that flows with the wind. His eyes are black like the dark seas, which speak the truths of the untold stories of the pirates which had so long ago roamed. I love him.
Here I am, bright and early, on my school’s front steps. I’m ready to take him. I’m going to wait until the seventh period’s lunch time to execute my master plan, however. It’s the only period I have with him—the only period I get to admire him in my peripheral vision. I feel the DNA extractor in the back of my backpack. I had only crafted this wonderful device yesterday, following the instructions of an innocuous YouTube video. It looks like a reusable drinking straw, but it is part of something even bigger than what anyone can imagine.
Until the seventh period, I think about him all day. He is perfect. The perfect prey.
The bell rings for lunchtime, and I sprint into the lunch hall to get food. I can’t execute my plan yet—not right now. Richard hasn’t even arrived yet. I take my lunch tray and sit down near where Richard usually does—by the luminescent window at the side of the room. Right then, I see him walk in. Beautiful. He takes a tray of food from the lunch lady and proceeds to walk to me and his normal seat. I eat and wait until he throws his lunch out.
NOW. My eyes wander, following Richard as he throws his tray out into the garbage can. I get up, pretending to throw my lunch away, too. Except, not only do I drop my lunch tray into the garbage, but I also pull out the DNA extractor from my backpack, trying to innocently reach in to touch Richard’s half-eaten lunch.
Some suspicious eyes glance my way, and I try my best to reach, and reach, and reach, and…
Perfect. I immediately take my straw out and pretend that everything is normal. Those same suspicious eyes turn back to where they were before, and I only have to wait until I’m home to put everything part of my plan together.
4 pm. I’m sitting in my home’s dimly-lit basement, staring at the human-sized cylindrical device in front of me. It’s filled with birthing gel—the right kind of gel to clone every aspect of a human, from their cells to their DNA. Even developed attributes like their current hairstyle, age, and consciousness are all preserved.
I take out the straw and slide the sample of Richard’s DNA into the machine’s side tube. The machine starts whirring. It’ll take until the next morning for him to fully be put together, but I can wait. Tomorrow’s Saturday, and I can enjoy every detail of my new creation in total isolation.
BEEP BEEP. Morning has arrived, and I bound down the stairs like it’s Christmas Day. My eyes behold… perfect bliss. Floating in the chamber’s gel is Richard’s naked body just like how I imagined it would be—perfectly imperfect. I notice his small uncut penis calmly drifting. I push the side button on the machine, and I watch as all the gel is drained and the chamber’s doors slowly open. His body stumbles into my arms and he startles awake.
“Huh? Where am… I?” he says as his hands rub his eyes behind my back.
“You’re safe. You’re with me.”
“WHO ARE YOU!? Hold on… I think I’ve seen you in the lunchroom before. Raymond is it?”
“Yup. And now you’re my fucktoy.”
“What!? Let me out of here! Why am I naked!? HELP HELPPPP!!!!”
At this point, I grab his neck with both of my hands and choke him into unconsciousness. I can’t risk him disturbing the neighbors, after all. I grab his legs and carry him bridal style to the workbench table in the middle of the room. My hands are careful to rub across his smooth butt and legs as I hold him in my arms. Once put on the bench, I zip open my pants and pull out my dick. Time to fuck him in the mouth for breakfast.
I’m on both knees on top of him, and I push my penis against his mouth, feeling his unchapped lips rub against my penis. Each moment of contact feels heavenly. Like I’ve been touched by angels all over. I then slowly insert my dick into his mouth, feeling all of his salivae envelop my penis in warmth and pleasure. The look of his face and his mouth all over my penis—it feels like a wet dream. My penis pushes back against his teeth and finds its way against his tongue and I would’ve passed out at that moment if it weren’t for me pinching myself. All of that silky smooth warmth of his oozing saliva around my penis. I do the next best thing, however. I cum and spill my seed all over his tongue and the back of his mouth—which I know will eventually reach his belly and impregnate him.
Enough, I think, as I pull back my penis from his mouth and zip my pants back again. For now, I’ll go take a warm shower and think about Richard, and then go eat a well-deserved breakfast.
I think about all of the things I have to get set up for him. His clothes, his bed, his obedience, and perhaps a bath too. I must train him and make him totally submissive toward me—ready to die if it takes saving my life. How hot and tragic that would be.