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- Oct 13, 2017
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The first, he feels, that he is on his back.
He is waking up very slowly, from a very long, and very deep, dreamless sleep. He can get out of it hardly, as it is heavy, sticky, like a thick glue, always pulling him back, not letting him get out of it. He is fighting with it, toughly, and slowly he arrives to the point, when he can move his eyelids. No, he still can’t open them, but at least he can quiver them, and this is a huge success, though he hardly feels it. But he never surrenders, and fight harder, to get out of that thick miasma, that dark state, which is even not a sleep. He doesn’t want to get back to it, so he gritting, and fighting steady.
He doesn’t know, how much time does it take, but finally he wins. Though ever so slowly, but he can lift his eyelids, he can open his eyes.
And can see nothing.
His eyes are working, that is sure, as he can see a huge, white blur. The thinking is very difficult for him, takes minutes to find out, that this means, there is light around him, and he is not in dark. For long minutes he is just laying there, and blinking, trying to clear his sight out. The picture is sharpening only very slowly, first he can see darker shades in the large white, but no shapes, then slowly he can see shapes, like oval, rectangular and such. Then finally – though the whole picture is still fuzzy – he can see details as well.
He is in a room.
Which, actually, not a big surprise to him, though he cannot explain to himself, why not? He can see the ceiling right now, as he is laying on his back. It is light pastel colored, and it seems, it glows with light itself. He slowly turns his head to the left, and he see the walls there, similar colored, but it is not glowing. It is covered with panels, similar to those, which he can see in sci-fi movies on the walls. As he looks around in the room, he ascertains, that the room is rather large, around 20 feet by 25 feet, and his bed is on the shorter side of it, with his head to the wall, his legs to the farther wall. On the right side, in the corner, on the longer wall, he can see some details, from which he suspects, that there is the door, though he can so no doorknob, latch, or handle on it. Beside the door, the whole wall is a mirror, from the floor to the ceiling, and from the door, to the next corner. The whole room is empty, apart from his bed.
OK then. So that is a room. “But why I am, and how I got here?!” puts he the question to himself in thoughts. As soon as he thinks that question over, his remembrances rushes him.
He, and his gang was letting down.
Well, in their last two years, by his leading, his gang, the Ashley’s Fists became very strong gang in the district, so strong, that they started to be a factor in the quarter, even for the mafia. And, though he never had the intention to rival with them, for some reason they decided to eradicate the Ashely’s Fists, and they’ve been pulled to a fight with another gang in the neighborhood. He only noticed, that they were set up, when the police had arrived, but it was too late. Lot of his mates were arrested, just as he was.
During that fight he killed 5 people, and been brought 4 out of them home to him.
Not because of his own free will, he is a proficient murderer. He was 13, when he killed for the first time. The victim was a gang member from the Hooks, who was stealing from Ash’s gang, which had different name then. Ash couldn’t stop him, just only with doing him in. Barely a year later he didn’t agree with the then boss of the gang, and they had a tough debate. At the end the boss was attacking him, to take Ash to task for his contrariness. The fight was imbruting, and Ash has killed the gang-leader, and with this – according to the unwritten law of the gang – he became the leader. In the next one year he had no end of fights in the gang, as lot of older, and larger guys thought, that they will easily defeat the young, 14 years old lad. However, he was very clever fighter, using not only brute force, and he defeated all of them. Unfortunately, one of them couldn’t take, that he had been defeated by Ash. This challenger attacked Ash deceitfully, when the boy thought, that the fight is already over with his victory, and try to kill him. The attacker is lost, and Ash killed him. Half a year later, when they decided to eradicate the rival gang, the Hooks, during the fight Ash killed their leader, and two other guys. With the last five, in his last fight, he killed 11 people, all together. And 6 of them were killed with bare hand, in brawling. Brock did a fine work, and trained from a once weakling preteen boy’s body a living weapon. Brock is a cage fighter. When Ash joined to the gang, he was one of the smallest, and weakest member. The other gang members often gave him a thrashing, once he became even unconscious, and were laying on the street for hours. Brock was, who found him, and he started to train the boy, and teach him to fight, when Ash begged him to do that.
So, the police arrested him, and most of his gang members, and they were trialed. The judge find him guilty for 4 murder, and sentenced him cryogenization. Actually, he could have even death penalty, but the judge decided, due to his tender age, she gave Ash another chance several decades later, with the future rehabilitation procedures.
“So, that is the future” he thinks, and looks around in the room again.
Carefully he tries to move a bit.
His body response, as he expected, so slowly he sits up. He feels a bit dizzy, but not so severe to dissuade him from his will, that he will get out of the bed. He throws the blanket off of himself, and puts his leg onto the floor. It is warm, or at least not cold. “They know what is underfloor heating” thinks, then he stands up. The dizziness is a bit stronger, then easy up again, though not vanishing.
Ash takes few steps, and stands before the mirror.
It is the most perfect mirror what he has ever saw. There is no even the slightest distortion in the reflection, it is absolutely even. He cannot find out, how they have made it.
But he finds out, that he is stark naked.
He doesn’t know, how long he had been cryogenized, but he cannot see any sign of it on himself. He looks like just as he looked like on his last day on 23th of July, 2057. He is still looks 16 years old, and – at least any girl, to whom he has ever met, was saying that – he is a breathtakingly beautiful boy. He has mind-boggling condition, his lithe body is – though not bulky – 100% pure muscle, without even an ounce of fat, like a racing greyhound in top condition. His features are delicate, even can say girlish, yet he has that masculine charm, despite his young age, and awe-inspiring beauty. His name is due to this allurement: when he joined to the gang, at 8, at first, they thought, he was a girl, so they gave her the name Ashley– as he didn’t remember his own one. Later on, of course, they learnt, that he was a boy, but the name stuck on him. Usually he uses as the short Ash, but he is not ashamed by his girly name, so it is not a secret, that he is Ashley.
However, against his girly name, he is a real man, and it can be seen particularly, when he is naked, just like now. Between his legs dangling a 7.5 inches long, and an 1.6 inches thick, flaccid cock, with a pair of large tomato sized balls. Impossible to deny, that he is a man.
He is not feeling uncomfortable himself due to his bareness. On one hand, he is alone in the room, nobody can see him. On the other hand, Caithlynn always told him, that he so utterly beautiful, that he shall not wear anything, except a thin layer of bronze oil on his silky skin.
Caithlynn.
He recalls her picture in his mind, as he saw her last time in his life, at the dawn of that particular fight, still sleeping in the bed. She was a gorgeous girl. Actually, she was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. Her heart shaped face was amazingly beautiful, she reminded him of the elves of the fantasy arts. Her flawless features were peaceful, and had a flicker on her lips, her lustrous, platinum blonde hair flow silky around her. She had a body which is a walking wet dream, the guys in the gang always had raging hardon with beet red face around her, the girls were green of envy.
“She has to be a crone now” he thought bitterly “If she still lives at all…”
Caithlynn were with the Ashley’s Fists since one and a half year. Few years ago, a new gang got up in the neighborhood, they were the Hooks. There was no problem for a while, but then they got new boss, and after that fights happened every other day. Finally, Ash had been fed up with that after he became the boss of the gang, and they’ve decided to eradicate the Hooks, and take up their territories as well. It was a serious fight, but they wiped them off the map. He was not proud of that, but he killed the boss of the Hooks, and two other members. The gangs had tough life.
Ash found Cat there.
She was barely clothed, or more precisely she had no cloth at all. She was wearing just something like of a fetish-lingerie made of leather strips and chains, which didn’t covered her then already amazing body at all. She was horrified, she saw Ash’s fight with the boss of the Hooks, and when he tried to approach her afterwards, she was drawing apart from him dreadfully. She was calming down a bit only when he threw his jacket to her, and she took it on.
Since then she told her story slowly. She was the sex-slave of the Hook’s boss since age of 11, till Ash saved her. Almost every day she had been fucked endless, often with a dozen of males, as the boss throw Cat to the gang members like a reward, frequently. Why she endured that? For the drug. She was already on cocaine at that time, Cat was very rarely clear-headed while she was vegetating at the Hooks.
It was very tough to take her off of the drug. At the first weeks Ash even didn’t know, how to set about, so he couldn’t do anything else than got the needed doses. He investigated on the net, and he found a doctor, who was willing to help, while he was not asking anything. It was terrible to saw her agony. Nausea, fever, delirium, pain, blaze of anger – she attacked Ash several times – it was a tough case. But they had succeeded. Since then they live together like siblings, the last one-and-a-half year tied them more than the blood would do. To the world they were showing, that they were lovers. That was good for Cat, because the guys from the gang are not trying to lay her down – though everybody would nail her – and was good for Ash as well, because he could keep the image of a stud, which was expected by the gang. Though, he even didn’t, and still doesn’t know, what he, or who he likes?
He throws one more look on the mirror. Actually, he has the thought, that this might be a one-way mirror, and from the other side, somebody can observe him, unperceived.
He sees in the mirror, that the wall behind him became see through.
He quickly turns around and he almost become paralyzed by the sight of the city.
In the background he sees the Jupiter.
“Fucking holy shit!” he murmured dumbfounded.
He vaguely steps closer and closer to the window – which seconds before was wall – and miscreditingly stares out on it. He cannot believe what he sees with his very own eyes. He was prepared somehow for the very advanced world of the future, but he is not prepared to the fact, that he is not on the Earth. In 2057, the space travel was still not routine, only the extremely wealthy people could afford to take a space trip, and that was a travel to the Moon to a moon-station. The Mars was reachable only for astronauts.
And now, he is…
“I am on one of the moons of the Jupiter!” he states loudly.
“Yes, we are on the Ganymede, notedly in Sol City” he hears a voice behind himself.
He is waking up very slowly, from a very long, and very deep, dreamless sleep. He can get out of it hardly, as it is heavy, sticky, like a thick glue, always pulling him back, not letting him get out of it. He is fighting with it, toughly, and slowly he arrives to the point, when he can move his eyelids. No, he still can’t open them, but at least he can quiver them, and this is a huge success, though he hardly feels it. But he never surrenders, and fight harder, to get out of that thick miasma, that dark state, which is even not a sleep. He doesn’t want to get back to it, so he gritting, and fighting steady.
He doesn’t know, how much time does it take, but finally he wins. Though ever so slowly, but he can lift his eyelids, he can open his eyes.
And can see nothing.
His eyes are working, that is sure, as he can see a huge, white blur. The thinking is very difficult for him, takes minutes to find out, that this means, there is light around him, and he is not in dark. For long minutes he is just laying there, and blinking, trying to clear his sight out. The picture is sharpening only very slowly, first he can see darker shades in the large white, but no shapes, then slowly he can see shapes, like oval, rectangular and such. Then finally – though the whole picture is still fuzzy – he can see details as well.
He is in a room.
Which, actually, not a big surprise to him, though he cannot explain to himself, why not? He can see the ceiling right now, as he is laying on his back. It is light pastel colored, and it seems, it glows with light itself. He slowly turns his head to the left, and he see the walls there, similar colored, but it is not glowing. It is covered with panels, similar to those, which he can see in sci-fi movies on the walls. As he looks around in the room, he ascertains, that the room is rather large, around 20 feet by 25 feet, and his bed is on the shorter side of it, with his head to the wall, his legs to the farther wall. On the right side, in the corner, on the longer wall, he can see some details, from which he suspects, that there is the door, though he can so no doorknob, latch, or handle on it. Beside the door, the whole wall is a mirror, from the floor to the ceiling, and from the door, to the next corner. The whole room is empty, apart from his bed.
OK then. So that is a room. “But why I am, and how I got here?!” puts he the question to himself in thoughts. As soon as he thinks that question over, his remembrances rushes him.
He, and his gang was letting down.
Well, in their last two years, by his leading, his gang, the Ashley’s Fists became very strong gang in the district, so strong, that they started to be a factor in the quarter, even for the mafia. And, though he never had the intention to rival with them, for some reason they decided to eradicate the Ashely’s Fists, and they’ve been pulled to a fight with another gang in the neighborhood. He only noticed, that they were set up, when the police had arrived, but it was too late. Lot of his mates were arrested, just as he was.
During that fight he killed 5 people, and been brought 4 out of them home to him.
Not because of his own free will, he is a proficient murderer. He was 13, when he killed for the first time. The victim was a gang member from the Hooks, who was stealing from Ash’s gang, which had different name then. Ash couldn’t stop him, just only with doing him in. Barely a year later he didn’t agree with the then boss of the gang, and they had a tough debate. At the end the boss was attacking him, to take Ash to task for his contrariness. The fight was imbruting, and Ash has killed the gang-leader, and with this – according to the unwritten law of the gang – he became the leader. In the next one year he had no end of fights in the gang, as lot of older, and larger guys thought, that they will easily defeat the young, 14 years old lad. However, he was very clever fighter, using not only brute force, and he defeated all of them. Unfortunately, one of them couldn’t take, that he had been defeated by Ash. This challenger attacked Ash deceitfully, when the boy thought, that the fight is already over with his victory, and try to kill him. The attacker is lost, and Ash killed him. Half a year later, when they decided to eradicate the rival gang, the Hooks, during the fight Ash killed their leader, and two other guys. With the last five, in his last fight, he killed 11 people, all together. And 6 of them were killed with bare hand, in brawling. Brock did a fine work, and trained from a once weakling preteen boy’s body a living weapon. Brock is a cage fighter. When Ash joined to the gang, he was one of the smallest, and weakest member. The other gang members often gave him a thrashing, once he became even unconscious, and were laying on the street for hours. Brock was, who found him, and he started to train the boy, and teach him to fight, when Ash begged him to do that.
So, the police arrested him, and most of his gang members, and they were trialed. The judge find him guilty for 4 murder, and sentenced him cryogenization. Actually, he could have even death penalty, but the judge decided, due to his tender age, she gave Ash another chance several decades later, with the future rehabilitation procedures.
“So, that is the future” he thinks, and looks around in the room again.
Carefully he tries to move a bit.
His body response, as he expected, so slowly he sits up. He feels a bit dizzy, but not so severe to dissuade him from his will, that he will get out of the bed. He throws the blanket off of himself, and puts his leg onto the floor. It is warm, or at least not cold. “They know what is underfloor heating” thinks, then he stands up. The dizziness is a bit stronger, then easy up again, though not vanishing.
Ash takes few steps, and stands before the mirror.
It is the most perfect mirror what he has ever saw. There is no even the slightest distortion in the reflection, it is absolutely even. He cannot find out, how they have made it.
But he finds out, that he is stark naked.
He doesn’t know, how long he had been cryogenized, but he cannot see any sign of it on himself. He looks like just as he looked like on his last day on 23th of July, 2057. He is still looks 16 years old, and – at least any girl, to whom he has ever met, was saying that – he is a breathtakingly beautiful boy. He has mind-boggling condition, his lithe body is – though not bulky – 100% pure muscle, without even an ounce of fat, like a racing greyhound in top condition. His features are delicate, even can say girlish, yet he has that masculine charm, despite his young age, and awe-inspiring beauty. His name is due to this allurement: when he joined to the gang, at 8, at first, they thought, he was a girl, so they gave her the name Ashley– as he didn’t remember his own one. Later on, of course, they learnt, that he was a boy, but the name stuck on him. Usually he uses as the short Ash, but he is not ashamed by his girly name, so it is not a secret, that he is Ashley.
However, against his girly name, he is a real man, and it can be seen particularly, when he is naked, just like now. Between his legs dangling a 7.5 inches long, and an 1.6 inches thick, flaccid cock, with a pair of large tomato sized balls. Impossible to deny, that he is a man.
He is not feeling uncomfortable himself due to his bareness. On one hand, he is alone in the room, nobody can see him. On the other hand, Caithlynn always told him, that he so utterly beautiful, that he shall not wear anything, except a thin layer of bronze oil on his silky skin.
Caithlynn.
He recalls her picture in his mind, as he saw her last time in his life, at the dawn of that particular fight, still sleeping in the bed. She was a gorgeous girl. Actually, she was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. Her heart shaped face was amazingly beautiful, she reminded him of the elves of the fantasy arts. Her flawless features were peaceful, and had a flicker on her lips, her lustrous, platinum blonde hair flow silky around her. She had a body which is a walking wet dream, the guys in the gang always had raging hardon with beet red face around her, the girls were green of envy.
“She has to be a crone now” he thought bitterly “If she still lives at all…”
Caithlynn were with the Ashley’s Fists since one and a half year. Few years ago, a new gang got up in the neighborhood, they were the Hooks. There was no problem for a while, but then they got new boss, and after that fights happened every other day. Finally, Ash had been fed up with that after he became the boss of the gang, and they’ve decided to eradicate the Hooks, and take up their territories as well. It was a serious fight, but they wiped them off the map. He was not proud of that, but he killed the boss of the Hooks, and two other members. The gangs had tough life.
Ash found Cat there.
She was barely clothed, or more precisely she had no cloth at all. She was wearing just something like of a fetish-lingerie made of leather strips and chains, which didn’t covered her then already amazing body at all. She was horrified, she saw Ash’s fight with the boss of the Hooks, and when he tried to approach her afterwards, she was drawing apart from him dreadfully. She was calming down a bit only when he threw his jacket to her, and she took it on.
Since then she told her story slowly. She was the sex-slave of the Hook’s boss since age of 11, till Ash saved her. Almost every day she had been fucked endless, often with a dozen of males, as the boss throw Cat to the gang members like a reward, frequently. Why she endured that? For the drug. She was already on cocaine at that time, Cat was very rarely clear-headed while she was vegetating at the Hooks.
It was very tough to take her off of the drug. At the first weeks Ash even didn’t know, how to set about, so he couldn’t do anything else than got the needed doses. He investigated on the net, and he found a doctor, who was willing to help, while he was not asking anything. It was terrible to saw her agony. Nausea, fever, delirium, pain, blaze of anger – she attacked Ash several times – it was a tough case. But they had succeeded. Since then they live together like siblings, the last one-and-a-half year tied them more than the blood would do. To the world they were showing, that they were lovers. That was good for Cat, because the guys from the gang are not trying to lay her down – though everybody would nail her – and was good for Ash as well, because he could keep the image of a stud, which was expected by the gang. Though, he even didn’t, and still doesn’t know, what he, or who he likes?
He throws one more look on the mirror. Actually, he has the thought, that this might be a one-way mirror, and from the other side, somebody can observe him, unperceived.
He sees in the mirror, that the wall behind him became see through.
He quickly turns around and he almost become paralyzed by the sight of the city.
In the background he sees the Jupiter.
“Fucking holy shit!” he murmured dumbfounded.
He vaguely steps closer and closer to the window – which seconds before was wall – and miscreditingly stares out on it. He cannot believe what he sees with his very own eyes. He was prepared somehow for the very advanced world of the future, but he is not prepared to the fact, that he is not on the Earth. In 2057, the space travel was still not routine, only the extremely wealthy people could afford to take a space trip, and that was a travel to the Moon to a moon-station. The Mars was reachable only for astronauts.
And now, he is…
“I am on one of the moons of the Jupiter!” he states loudly.
“Yes, we are on the Ganymede, notedly in Sol City” he hears a voice behind himself.
