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The NPG Imperative  Part  III - The Adventure of Making Certain
                     by Blonde


This is part of a futuristic series and all readers
should read part I to acquaint themselves with
paradigmatic social and physical arrangements defined
in the future.  All the usual disclaimers apply


Jeff's heart pounded as he climbed off his motorbike, a graduation gift from 
his parents.   He wore a false engagement band on the appropriate finger, 
for the official engagement papers had yet to be filed.  He assumed this 
would protect him from an opportunistic seduction from the residents of the 
notorious rooming house he was approaching from across the street.   Before 
he was officially engaged and expected to lose his virginity to his new 
fiancée, he had to be certain.  Hopefully the 'gifted' residents could 
confirm or deny his occasional impulses that he was naturally one among 
their fraternity.

When Bearcub answered the door, he encountered a broad shouldered almost 
brutish young youth with short cropped hair --  pretty fit but tell tale 
signs that he battles a weight problem.  The host smiled his devilish grin.  
"Are you looking for lodgings?"

"Oh no, I just, well. . . . I just, wanted to meet with you guys.  I just 
got engaged, but before I get married or anything, I just. . . ."

"Oh come in friend.  We're glad to help.  Don't tell me.  .  .  .  You have 
some of those thoughts.  You are not sure that you may have the gift or at 
least the occasional attraction to a well formed male."

Jeff introduced himself and concurred that his quandary was something like 
that .  As he followed Bearcub to the central parlor he was surprised by the 
homey character of the place, but not surprised by the art on the walls and 
sculptures rendering nude men in a variety of active and supine poses.  
Other residents approached the parlor to introduce themselves.  Strangely he 
was not asked to be seated, so Jeff nervously fidgeted with his hands and 
found it difficult to retain eye contact with any of his hosts.

"Let me assure you we encounter young guys trying to sort out your situation 
all the time."  Bearcub lied.  "You obviously were classified with the 
majority in your puberty physical.  Didn't your parents tell you the 
results? "

Jeff was offended that  they intended to interrogate him, but something 
about the whole situation was agreeable to him in an adventurous sort of way 
and he was not going to exit prematurely.  "Um, . . uh, well my Dad told me 
I passed with flying colors, but about a year ago my older sister told me 
that I just barely rated with the majority."

Bearcub's expression shifted to one of knowing slyness.  He held out his 
hand and made a sort of side-to-side  gesture.  "Oh!  So you could go either 
way.  .  .  Tell us, how is it that you feel that attraction to other guys.  
When you see them in the locker room showers?  Have you gone home and jacked 
off after getting a good look?"

"No, not really.  I was never  turned on by my school friends, but . . ."

"But what?"  Bearcub interjected.  "You have just recently gotten into some 
half decent shape, haven't you?  You got selected for some varsity team and 
then some of the 'teamies' checked you out in the showers, didn't they?"

Jeff answered looking down at the floor   "Tennis!"

"Thought so.  You liked those sneak-a-peek looks from the locker room guys.  
It would never have happened if your parents hadn't leaned on you to lose 
some weight  and become more attractive and become engaged to some girl, no 
matter how plain or unexciting.  Anything so you can get that engagement 
band on your finger so you wouldn't be available for seduction by us filthy 
minded 'gifties'".  Bearcub visually scanned the room of his fraternity 
brethren of like sexual orientation, both natural and seduced.  "Don't 
worry, friend.  We would never take advantage and use our powers to seduce 
you.  Something tells me that in your case, we would never have to.   You 
could seduce yourself to us."

Jeff was angered by the suggestion and its context of correct galling 
analysis but the associated tension was somehow enervating.  He actually 
enjoyed the intensifying vulnerability to the other males in the room.

"But tell us, there is something else.  There is at least one other reason  
that you find guys exciting that way.  What are you not telling us.?"

Jeff stumbled over his words in his reply as he tried to organize his 
thoughts.  "Well, the third restricted Internet, you know."

"Oh, you enterprising young people."  Bearcub jumped back in.  "Somehow you 
were able to access your Dad's, or older brother's, or older cousin's  
financial ID card and immerse yourself in the delightfully dirty world of 
porn."  Bearcub and the other residents were almost gleeful with the new 
discovery on their turf that morning.   "And you were at least as  turned-on 
by the gifted  porn, weren't you."   Bearcub signaled to two residents 
sitting next to each other on the couch.  They commenced to deep passionate 
kissing.

Jeff caught the moment and stared dumbly open-mouthed at the intimate male 
couple, frozen with fascination and stimulating feelings from his toes to 
the top of his head.   "Isn't that hot, friend?  Look at he way they grind 
there tongues in each others' mouths. "  Bearcub had reared out of his chair 
and stood  next to Jeff so close that his breath brushed the face of the 
sexual neophyte.   He almost whispered as he continued.  "I'll bet you and 
your fiancee have never kissed that way.  Look at the way they tear each 
others' shirts off and tug at each others rock-hard nipples.  Won't it be 
exciting when they have stripped each other naked.?  Can you  imagine what 
they will do next and how hot it will be?"

By this time however, Jeff was absorbed by the exhibitionism of another 
couple.  One of the residents had reached through the fly of the shorts of 
another and pulled out his mate's ample cock to lick and suck with great 
fervor.  "Mmmmmm, doesn't that look good?"  Jeff mused to fire the lusting 
imagination of their enthralled guest.  "Can you imagine what it must be 
like to taste hard and supple, pulsing hot cock like that?"

Bearcub gently but firmly wrapped his muscled arm around the front of Jeff's 
neck and his shoulders.   That was the signal to the other residents.

They were upon him.  Jeff was trapped and paralyzed in a haze of hypnotic 
lust.  Never had firm hands grasped so delightfully his exposing flesh.   He 
was helpless to their advances and he knew he was powerless to prevent them 
from having their way with him.  He was speechless with enchantment as they 
tore his clothes off him.  His male member that had swelled to a steady 
pulse had now instantly stiffened rock hard and the many gropes that 
detected its disposition would soon yank away its coverings and expose to 
all the proud bearing of its thick 8 ½" stature of uncut man flesh in ready 
excitement.   They knew they did not have to coerce to hold him in place.

The naked man writhed on a Persian rug before them in what they knew was a 
lust-filled stupor.   He was entirely dependent on his captors' good will to 
not commit bodily injury toward him.  Two others caught Bearcub's next 
signal and lifted the legs over the torso of the reclining naked man, 
raising his ass for whatever suited their fancy.   Another passed a tube of 
lube to Bearcub.  "We are going to find out just how much our virgin gifted 
friend is a slut for hard cock."  Bearcub himself had removed his few 
articles of clothing and with an imposing fore finger stroked and breeched 
their guest's cherry hole after he had slicked his own cock for an 
exploratory insertion.  Jeff sighed with the intrusion and the inexperienced 
ring clamped hard on Bearcub's finger involuntarily.  The bold perpetrator 
knew to caress the delighted ring and allow it to relax so that successively 
he could prod more than one finger in a breech that would elicit a welcome 
relaxation.  "The slut is loosening up like a real champ.  Time to fill that 
tight little gifted hole of his with a real man finger, but first . . . "  
The others knew to pin the naked captor  to the floor.  Bearcub was handed a 
a small apparatus into the palm of his hand.  With the captor's bare legs 
stretched apart and back, the insertion of the butt plug was easy and 
welcoming to the victim's assimilating orifice.  When a tiny but intense 
vibration was switched on, the delicious sensations cherished by gifted men 
were introduced to Jeff.  The sweet electric stimulus to his massaged 
prostate caused him to moan with pleasure.  The others including those that 
bound him watched in fascination a type of encounter they had witnessed on 
many earlier occasions.  Their prey struggled to release his hands to attend 
to the demands for tactile relief from the bursting man flash that twitched 
and flinched its dance of building desires.  Bearcub suddenly released the 
device.  He leaned over his captive prey with a knowing sneer  -- the tip of 
his own leaking cock pressed gently to the strategic pucker.  "Would you 
like me to fuck you, now?"

"Oh yes, plleeeeeeeeeeaaaseee fuck me.  I am so ready.  I need your hot cock 
so bad."

Bearcub's hot breath bounced off the prey's face and neck with great 
intimacy.  "No mistaking that you have the gift?  You will always want to 
get queer with us gifted guys?  Now you know you have no need of that 
fiancee of yours?

"Oh no, she can go to hell.  I will always want you gifted guys to be around 
to fuck me.  Please just shove it in and fuck your hot load deep into me."  
By now, their prey still naked, vulnerable  and pinned to the floor by 
strong arms was sweating profusely.  He breathed heavily in anticipation of 
a profound first-time experience and his voice had shifted to a higher 
octave in shaky and squeaky tones.

Seated Indian style but with legs outstretched to either side of Jeff's 
raised ass,  Bearcub grabbed hold of the prey's hips and pushed himself 
forward to cram his hungry sex into the prey's cherry ass.   Jeff's virgin 
love hole was acclimated and actually welcomed the slight cramping that 
accompanied the instant rending, stretching, and filling that would be the 
welcome contact of so many future encounters.  When Jeff felt the friction 
of male excitement stroke his prostate and deep into his bowels for the 
first time, he knew there was no mistaking.  This gift was physical pleasure 
on a scale he had never imagined.  That hot bursting sensation so deep in 
his vitals excited his lower torso to a mind blowing geyser of an orgasm 
that burst many streaks of aromatic thin heated jizz from a dilated pee 
hole.  Soon after, Bearcub exploded his fulsome load deep into tightening 
bowels.

Jeff's stretched pucker, resilient and ready for more, was opened time and 
again by the successive rigid and ready cocks of his other interviewers.  It 
was nirvana to him to welcome them all.  It was especially thrilling if a 
succeeding assailant's cock was slightly thicker than the preceding.  He 
relished the challenge of his hole having to stretch a little wider to 
accommodate a new fearsome entry.

Somewhere about his second or third ravishing,  one of the naked men in the 
room crouched over the head of the prey and adjusted his hot pulsing cock 
toward it's mouth.
It became a tease as Jeff willingly outstretched his tongue for a first 
taste.  As the length of cut helmet and shaft poked into an open mouth, it 
was if Jeff had sucked on glorious man meat for years.  The sweet and smooth 
suppleness of warm pulsing excited man flesh was an instant appeal for an 
attentive smothering tongue and sensitive gripping palate.  Jeff's throat 
opened in an involuntary reflex as if in a deep seated desire to swallow the 
living morsel whole.  Orally wresting a fresh strong and salty tasting load 
from his assailant this way had an instant narcotic effect and he knew he 
would want to feast on the orgasms of gifted men routinely in the future.

Worn out, his ass and mouth covered with the residue of many male 
ejaculations, the gang bang of a virgin gifted man ceased.  Bearcub just 
stared at the prey for a few minutes before speaking, as if trying to catch 
his breath.  Finally he was the first to speak up.  "A new boy toy like you 
isn't going anywhere.  We'll escort you to the basement to clean you up.  
But after that, we will enjoy you in our dungeon any way we want until we 
have had our fill of you.  No need for you to wear any clothes in the 
meantime."

Jeff was speechless with this entire turn of events.  But as he was escorted 
into the basement, his male external signal swelled and stiffened in 
appreciation to the curious and surely exciting adventures to be garnered  
as a naked boy toy in a gifted dungeon.

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