Clayton was walked, though he still leaned somewhat onto Chancellor’s thin shoulder, into a room. His head was so fuzzy that he wasn’t sure where he was, but it did appear ‘bedroom like.’ He felt himself laid down on a very soft surface and gently undressed. He tried to fight, he really did, but he couldn’t. Chancellor was tender with him as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, lifted him easily with strength that it did not appear he had, and pulled the garment free. Then came his slacks, unbuttoned, then the distant sound of the zipper and then the feeling of a brief chill on his legs. His underwear was last, inched slowly, teasingly off of him. His vision was fading and his strength all but gone. What was going to happen to him?

Chancellor climbed gently onto Clayton and kissed him, softly, teasingly, then slid his tongue deeply into his mouth. Clayton felt as if he were on fire. Without consciously meaning to, he wrapped his arms around his host and kissed him as passionately as he could.

Still in a fog, he tried to speak. “Is…is…”

“Don’t speak. Yes, my name really is Chancellor. Hippie parents.”

The young man laughed softly.

“We can also read minds. So you will be able to as well. That is how I know so much about you, what you think of Randall, which I can’t say that I blame you, and of poor Lloyd. I also know how you despise your mother and agree that she and Randall should get together and make each other as miserable as possible.”

Chancellor laughed softly once again and then kissed down Clayton’s body. The kisses were like liquid silk touching his body and Clayton’s breath came in strangled gasps of pleasure as the feelings intensified. Was he thrusting? He couldn’t tell. Chancellor gingerly turned him over onto his stomach.

“I’m sorry, Clayton, but foreplay takes too much out of us when we are this weak, so that is all I have the strength to do. Please understand, my energy is nearly spent, so I must unite quickly with you. I too, even at my young age, have exhausted my ability to contribute to society, so I am hoping to make a fresh start…with you. Just relax, this won’t take long...I promise.”

Clayton nodded, not sure of what to expect and suddenly, did not care. He had a sweet taste in his mouth and it was good. It was as if he had a piece of his favorite candy, which had always been butterscotch, in his mouth. Was this one of their ploys? They gave you what you liked so you would be caught off guard? It didn’t seem necessary, as obviously they could paralyze with a simple touch, but maybe this was their way of making the ‘uniting’ or the ‘transition’ or whatever they called it, he really couldn’t remember, once they had you, easier. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all.

He felt his legs pushed open and then fingers at his dark opening. They slid deeply into him. He gasped and felt them pull quickly out. Chancellor’s weight was lowered slowly onto him and then he felt the searing pain of his cock as it slid deeply into him, then just as quickly, it died away. He tried to turn around, but he couldn’t move.

It hurt, but only for a moment. His senses were so dulled that he couldn’t do anything but simply lie with his chin on the edge of the bed and stare at the floor. It was covered in blood, or was that red carpet?

Chancellor moaned and began pumping Clayton brutally and deeply.

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