Hawaiian Honey

Hawaiian Honey (by Richard Pickman)

I was on vacation in Hawaii when I saw Jake. How could I miss him? Jet black hair, arched eyebrows, big brown eyes, cheekbones so sharp they look like they could cut diamonds, full luscious lips you could kiss for days, teeth white enough to blind you; he was a long leanly muscled, burnished bronze native beauty. If Mr. Spock's mother had been Polynesian, he might have turned out a lot like Jake. On looks alone he was an 11.

Then I heard him speaking to someone. That deep, rich voice...it was smooth and velvety and mellow and hot enough to melt a glacier. The kind of voice you wish porn stars had. The kind of voice that, if he ever started a phone sex service, he'd make a million in the first month. I knew I had to have him.

But how, but how? My choices were somewhat limited, as all my normal magick equipment was back on the mainland. But there was a place that, for a price, could get me the means I wanted. And only those of us who are Gifted can find the Shop.

So, after a stroll down a dark deserted alley to a door that was gone as soon as I'd walked out again and gotten ten feet away, I had the item I needed. Then, after a summoning spell at the hotel that night to arrange for some special help for the next few days, I was ready.

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Jake went running every morning down a lonely stretch of beach, which was perfect for the first step of my plan. I was hidden behind a rock outcropping by a tidal pool, and the bait was in plain view.

Her name is too difficult to pronounce, much less spell, but I call her Anthetra for short. We've had a long and productive working relationship, she and I. An inhabitant of the outer planes, she's what can best be described as a succubus. She could look like any woman at all, depending on the desires of the man. This morning, she was a short and lovely blonde wearing a one-piece blue bathing suit who'd make Pamela Anderson look like Louie Anderson by comparison.

As Jake approached, Anthetra trotted, bouncing in all the right places, into his path.

"Oh, please, sir," she said in a breathy, Marilyn Monroe type of voice, "I dropped my bracelet in that pool with all that icky seaweed. Could you get it for me? I'd be so grateful." I could see where he thought the gratitude might lead, which was why I had Anthetra doing this and not me. After all, there wasn't a straight man alive who could resist the allure of Anthetra's charms. Very few gay men, either, for that matter. She'd easily get him to play right into my hands.

"Sure, ma'am," he said in a sensual drawl. As if there was any other way he could talk. He wrinkled his nose at the mild stench of rotting algae coming from the pool, then reached in and easily retrieved the Bracelet of Sesh'halthi.

It's not a one-of-a-kind, there are somewhere around thirty in existence. But they aren't common, and I was very lucky the Shop had at least one in stock. I had several plans in mind before I'd gone in, but the Bracelet was what I'd been hoping against hope that they might have. Having the use of it, even for a few days, would mean getting Jake to fall into my clutches would be so much easier.

"You got it, oh, thank you, you're so kind. I don't even know your name. Mine's Amy."

"I'm Jake, ma'am, and it was nothing. Glad to help."

"Well, you're my knight in shining armor. And doing that noble deed deserves a kiss." Peeking from behind the rock, I saw his perfect pearlies as he smiled and bent forward. Once their lips met, Jake was oblivious to the world, of course. While distracted, Anthetra slipped the Bracelet onto his right arm and slid it up until it was almost at his elbow. She continued to kiss him for a while until I cleared my throat, subtly reminding her not to suck the life out of the boy. That was, in a way, more like what I was planning for him myself.

Anthetra reluctantly broke the kiss and stepped back from Jake. "Uh, Amy, wow, that was, I've never, that was some kiss!"

A good-natured smirk was on her face as she glanced down at the lump in his red swim trunks. "So I see. It's always nice to see a girl's still got it."

Jake, embarrassed, folded his hands in front of his mounting excitement. "I'm sorry, Amy, it's just, well . . . Hey," he said as he noticed he was wearing the bracelet, "why am I wearing . . ."

"Because," I said as I stepped out from behind the rock, "I thought it would look good on you. And I was right."

"Wait a minute. Who the hell are you? What's going on?"

"It's all very simple, Jake. It goes something like this."

"Daklo ari mandeth ka
Nomelana erota
Kuru kuru ecthonati
Sharaketh soraka vandi
Sherakath, taratet, nootha, illiandro
Mokra luriesta, mokra kalestu, mokra deshanna t'kalanat"

The Bracelet began to ripple as soon as I started the Chant of Binding. Jake struggled to get it off, but by the time he started I was halfway through the Chant. It became a foggy wisp encircling his arm, which then shrank as it merged into his skin. When I completed the Chant, there was no trace of the Bracelet at all.

"Fuck, what was that? What did you freaking do, man?"

"Tennala!"

Jake froze, then put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and smiled. He'd obeyed the command I'd spoken in Old Olomathian. Things were working perfectly. Though it only gave me temporary control, I now had, for the next three days, a link to him that would let me control him mentally, even at a distance. Phase one of my plan was complete. Now, to enjoy a little, but not too much, since we didn't know who might come by.

"Jacob, when I count to three, you'll wake up, feeling refreshed. You'll forget everything that's happened in the last few minutes. Only that you had a nice run on the beach and you need to go home and take a quick shampoo and shower before work."

"But once you start shampooing, you'll start to feel horny. Really, really horny. You'll need to jack off, because otherwise it'll be obvious how horny you are. And you won't be aware of me. You won't be able to see or hear or sense me in any way. Have you got all that?"

"Yes, I do."

"Alright, then."

Looking at Anthetra, I saw her licking her lips and giving Jake the kind of look a starved wolf would give to a herd of cattle.

"No, my dear, not him. That was the agreement."

"I know, but you didn't mention how . . . delicious he was. So full of life and... potency."

"Why else did you think I needed your services? You'll received your usual payment." As long as they were young and strong, they would satisfy Anthetra. But in this case, she could help me solve another problem. "Actually, I'll throw in an extra. I'll need to call you back in a couple of days. Then it's payment in full, with a bonus. If you can restrain yourself that long."

"You know I'm supposed to get payment immediately. You're not trying to hold out on me, now, are you?" She was smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes, and her voice was becoming icy.

"Have I ever held out on you, in all the years we've known each other?"

"No, you've always been a dear when it comes to satisfying my . . . needs."

"And I promise by The Three Who Wait that this time will be no different. In fact, you'll be doing me a favor by taking two instead of one. Please?"

"Alright," she said, her voice warming. Swearing by The Three was more than enough assurance that I would keep my word. "Call me again when you're ready."

"Until then, Anthetra. And thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome. I'll be waiting." She turned and walked away, fading as she moved. After a few steps she was gone.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I looked back at Jake. "One, two, three."

Damn, that was a good run, Jacob thought. Now I need to take a quick shower before I head to work.

And as Jacob jogged back to his apartment, I, unknown to him, followed right behind.

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It was easy to slip past him after he opened the door to his apartment. He quickly went to his bathroom and slipped out of his shorts and into the shower. And lucky for me, the design offered me a great view.

The side he went in on was a low, wooden wall, about four feet tall, with a swinging door. The wall was open all the way up to the ceiling, so I could see almost all of him with no trouble. The bottom four feet of the other three sides were also wooden, with a sunny beach scene painted across the plaster on the upper part. A shelf ran all the way around, where Jake had his shampoo and soap. There were a couple of blue towels slung over the door into the shower.

Once he'd turned on the water, he started singing to himself. But as he rubbed the shampoo into his hair, he started to get an erection. He was cut, and seven inches hard. After he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, he looked down and said, "Yeah, big guy, looks like I gotta take care of you now. Can't go to work with a boner. Though I know how much the ladies like it when I sport wood."

The arrogance of the guy. I have to admit, though, he wasn't far wrong. Seeing him like this was making me feel better every minute.

He grabbed the top of the wooden wall while fisting himself with his other hand. With my psychic link through the Bracelet, I gave him further instructions. <<Slowly, Jake, this is too nice a job to rush. You can't get out of the shower until you get off. And you can't come until I tell you. Relax and forget about work.>>

"Mmm, yeah, let's take time with this. Ooh, feels good, baby. Suck it, yeah, suck it." He was obviously fantasizing about some hot babe going down on him. Little did he know how soon that would change.

<<Play with your nipples.>> He leaned back against the wall opposite the shower head, tweaking his stiff, tanned nuggets. Jake's moans and hip thrusts showed how much he was getting into it, as well as his growing level of frustration that he couldn't get off. I'd let things go for a half hour, and I didn't want him to get into too much trouble at work. But I couldn't resist sharing his thrill.

Getting naked, which didn't take long, I joined him in the shower. I faced him, with one hand above his shoulder, bracing myself against the wall he was leaning on. He was looking right at me, when he had his eyes open. But because of my earlier command, he hadn't any idea he was giving me a free show.

<<Jake, you feel yourself getting close, really close. When I count to three, you'll come, and big time.>>

"Uuuh, yeah, oh, fuck man, oh, I'm so close." His hand was almost a blur as he focused on the purplish-red blood engorged head.

<<One, two...>> I stopped for a minute, enjoying his grimace of mounting anguish as he reached the edge and couldn't go further. Finally, I was ready, too.

<<Three!>>

"Aw, fuck, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!!!" Each 'uh' was accompanied by a jet of jism spurting over his chest and me. It was joined by my own release, which I aimed so it sprayed all over his abs, which stood out in sharp relief at each orgasmic spasm he had.

<<Relax, keep your eyes closed, enjoy. Imagine you feel the women you've been fantasizing about touching you, caressing you.>> I tongued my way all over his chest, my hands acquainting myself with as much as I could of what was soon going to be mine.

When I'd finished the tactile inspection, I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and dried myself off, then put my clothes back on.

<<Finish your shower, Jake.>>

Once he'd followed that command, he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wiping himself dry. Then, as if I'd planned it, the phone rang. He looked at his watch and said, "Oh, FUCK, I'm late! God dammit, what's wrong with me? I am SO fucked!" He ran out to answer the phone. After apologizing to his boss, he quickly got dressed and ran out. Yes, I was going to have fun with my little toy.

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Early, two mornings later, I was on the 32 foot beauty of a boat I'd chartered for the day. Anthetra was in the cabin below with her payment. One was a young man who'd dropped out of college and was living alone. The other was a teen prostitute who'd been on the streets for only a few weeks. Both had few friends and wouldn't be soon missed, which was why I'd picked them. They wouldn't ever be seeing those friends again. I'd snuck them on board the night before and left them with Anthetra. She hadn't taken payment yet, but was having fun with them before she did. By the time I got back an hour after dawn, they were in no condition to leave even if they'd wanted to. And they didn't want to.

Jake showed up right on time, as instructed, though he naturally thought it was his idea. I started the engine and we set out, with me in the driver's seat.

Of course.

We spent a couple of hours chatting as I headed further out to sea. Eventually, when we got far enough out, I turned to Jake, who was sitting next to me, and said 'Tennala rithrindi."

Jake stood up and stepped down on to the deck, assuming the same position he had before, but this time with eyes open. "Take off your clothes and lie down." He was out of his shorts and naked on his back before I finished calling for Anthetra to bring up the two boys. A few moments later, she came on deck with the men following her like dewy-eyed puppies. They'd have done anything for her, and were about to make the ultimate sacrifice.

The ritual required some blood from Jake, but there was no need to scar that flawless skin when there were more subtle and effective methods available. I had him make a fist, then drew some blood with a syringe from a nice big vein in his forearm. Carefully pouring it into a ceramic bowl, I mixed it with the herbs and ochre already there, blending all the ingredients together until they reached the correct pigmentation and consistency.

Taking my time, I painted on Jake's stomach the various mystic symbols necessary for the spell. It turned out he was ticklish, which made things a little tricky. I could have just commanded him to remain motionless, but the squirming and giggling were just so cute. I settled for telling him not to move around so much. It didn't make it take that much longer in the end, and it made it even more fun.

When I finished, I told Jake to fall deeply asleep. It wasn't necessary for him to be awake during the ceremony itself, and it made things easier.

Then I painted the two boys with the relevant symbols. Even if they were ticklish, they wouldn't have felt a thing. Their entire world was now centered on Anthetra.

Once finished, I had the two of them lie down on their backs, legs entwined, feet almost in each other's armpits, cocks touching. With a single caress, Anthetra brought them to throbbing hardness. She reached down to her vulva and opened it like she was unzipping her own flesh. Which, in a way, she was. When it comes to sex, Anthetra's kind are able to accommodate themselves to almost anything.

She squatted down until she had the two inside her totally. As she rode up and down on them, they all moaned in unison. Their breathing increased, until with a scream, the two boys came, flopping around on the deck like a couple of fish out of water. Soon they stopped moving. Then they stopped breathing. Anthetra turned to me with that smug smile she always has after she's fed. "You're always so good to me. They were delicious."

I mostly ignored her, as I had begun the spell. The air around us grew murky and thick. Anthetra knew what would be happening, so she got off the corpses and went off into a corner.

Streaks of light shot from the symbols on Jake to the symbols on the bodies. Then a flash, and a comet-like burst leapt from Jake and smashed into the two bodies.

Immediately they were engulfed in a greenish glow. They started to melt, until there was only a single pulsating mass of flesh. Then the flesh began moving, reshaping itself. First it was an outline of a person. Details emerged; nose, ears, belly button, penis. When the spell was complete, a perfect double of Jake lay on the deck. A small pink and white lump was beside him, the excess from what was needed to create the clone.

Now that the spell was over, the air cleared and the salt breeze blew away the dark odors that still lingered. Anthetra picked up the lump. "A souvenir, if you don't mind."

"Mind? Why should I? I haven't got any use for it," I said, looking over the naked beauty lying there before me. I'd also taken the opportunity to improve on the original, since I had some extra mass to play with. This version had about 10 to 15 extra pounds of muscle, and a few more inches in at least one place. "I have everything I need, and then some. You've been a joy to work with as usual, Anthetra."

"When you need me again, you know how to get in touch." As she faded away, she was playing with the leftover flesh like it was silly putty. I didn't know what she was planning on doing with it, and I really didn't want to know.

I crouched down behind the duplicate, knowing the usual response on first awakening. "Jake," I whispered, "wake up."

He sat up abruptly and yelled. This was always the tough part. He had just been born, and now he was processing an entire lifetime's experience all at once. He finally stopped screaming and put his head down. I came around to face him. The look of concentration on his face was a good sign that he was integrating Jake's memories. Now to imprint him.

"What's your name?"

He made a fist and put it to the side of his head, making a very nice bicep in the process. "My name, my name is . . . Jake?"

"And who am I?"

Looking up at me, the confusion was evident. "I don't, I should know, you're familiar . . ."

"Kluatha sal'nath, ashra quantu."

His expression changed from one of bewilderment to one of deference. "You're my master." The trigger phrase had locked in his permanent obedience to me.

"And what will you do for me?"

"Anything. Everything. Just ask me, I need you to tell me what to do." When he said this, his voice dropped about half an octave. He'd been seductive before, but having him declare his absolute dedication and devotion to me with that deep rumble was making me tingly all over.

"Stand up." He hopped up onto his feet. When he was standing, he saw his 'father', so to speak..

"Hey, that's me!" His voice had returned to its normal range. Still sexy as hell, though. "But I'm me. I am, aren't I, master?"

"Strictly speaking, you're a copy. But an improvement on the original, as you can see."

Looking down at what was dangling between his legs, and what was between Jake's, he smirked. "Yeah, he is kinda small, ain't he?"

"Dearheart, compared to you, Jeff Stryker is small. And don't gloat, it's unbecoming."

"Yes, master. Uh, master, does that make me the evil twin?"

"No, you're the . . ." I stopped as I saw his mischievous grin. "I'm thinking maybe you ARE the evil twin after all."

Not that I minded. I had what I wanted. My very own Jake, willing and obedient to my every desire, with a dollop of devilish humor I hadn't expected that could prove interesting. Also, with the first Jake still around to return to his normal life, there was none of the tiresome need to cover my tracks if I'd simply kidnaped and then enslaved him. All around, it was just about perfect.

But the day wasn't over yet. As I'd expected, there was still the rest of the afternoon left before we had to get back. Since this was probably the only time I'd have Jake times two, I wanted to be sure I could take advantage of the situation. I was planning to double my pleasure while I had the chance.

"Jake, I want you to . . . no, I can't keep calling you that. You need a new name. To avoid confusion if nothing else. From now on, you're Jason. Is that OK with you?" It was a rhetorical question, but I couldn't resist asking.

"Of course, master." That Voice. It seemed to come out when he was being especially subservient. "You can call me anything you want. I'm Jason, and I'm yours."

Damn, I could get off listening to him reading me the latest stock market quotes when he sounds like that.

"Very good, then Jason it is."

"Jake," I said, directing my attention to the still unconscious man on the deck, "wake up and follow me. Jason, grab Jake's clothes and join us below. Throw them in a corner when you get there; that'll be fine." I didn't want them to go overboard while we were having fun belowdecks.

I quickly got out of what little I was wearing. Once we were all together again, I turned on the digital video cameras. There were five of them strategically placed around the cabin.

Another one of Anthetra's many talents. She's pretty much able to figure out any piece of equipment as long as it has some sort of 'entertainment' related function. A talent that turned out to be a fringe benefit that day.

Knowing my permanent record of the occasion was being made, I had the guys stand side by side. Other than the modifications I made to Jake, the two were absolutely identical. If they'd been wearing clothes, even I would have had trouble telling the two of them apart.

I had Jason step back a bit, then said, "Jake, close your eyes." As soon as he did, I walked around until we were face to face. Then I continued.

"Remember that girl you fantasized about in the shower a couple of days ago? Well, she's standing right in front of you. When I tell you, you'll open your eyes and see her. You know she wants to kiss you, and you want to kiss her. Alright, Jake, open your eyes."

His eyelids fluttered, and then it felt like I was staring into a bottomless chasm of hunger and yearning. "Oh, baby," he said as he moved forward, slipping his arms around me as he planted his lips on mine. He tasted sweet and tangy, like pineapple. He smelled like the ocean; salty, full of life, with the lingering aroma of magic. My hands glided over his back, still damp from sweat and the breezes off the water. His fingers were tangled in my hair, as mine became tangled in his.

But something detracted from it being one of the ten best kisses of my life. After too brief a time, he began using his tongue to explore my mouth thoroughly. Too thoroughly. At one point it felt like he was trying to clean my teeth. I was beginning to wonder if he was going to try and floss me with it next.

I broke the lip lock. Knowing I hadn't much time considering the state he was in, I said, "Tennala rithrindi!" He assumed the attention position again, waiting for orders.

I went over to Jason. "Let's you and I try that now. And easy on the tongue, OK?"

"As you desire, master."

The initial expression in Jason's eyes was different. Jake had looked like he wanted to possess me, to devour me. But Jason wanted to please me more than himself. I also noticed the smell of magic was stronger on Jason, but that was to be expected. Other than that, things started out the same.

But as the kiss continued, the forcefulness of Jake's 'invasion' of my mouth was not repeated.

In fact, Jason took my instructions to heart completely. He would dart his tongue to meet mine, tips touching. Then we would move them together like they were two dancers doing a half-speed waltz. Or we would entwine them around each other as much as we could, each tasting the other tasting them back. In a dreamy haze, the thought drifted through my head that this kiss was definitely in the top ten.

The thought didn't last long as the higher brain functions shut down and I let myself go, feeling like I was dissolving into Jason's powerful arms.

When we finally came up for air, a glance at my watch showed me we'd been kissing for over fifteen minutes.

"Baby, making you was, without a doubt, one of the best ideas I've ever had."

"I'm glad you created me too, master. To bring you happiness, to fulfill your desires, I can't think of anything that could mean more." He glanced down at our erections bumping and nearly poking into each other's navels, then back up so I was gazing into his limpid brown eyes again.

"Is there anything else I can take care of for you, master?" It was the Voice again, and it was difficult to resist. But I would have plenty of time for that when it was just the two of us. For now, I had other ideas.

"Yes, but not me. Not right now, anyway." I added as I saw the look of disappointment on his face. "I'm going to have you and Jake play around with each other. Don't worry, I'll join you in a while. But for this, I like to watch." It was time to set things up for the more depraved part of my plans for the day.

"Jake? Close your eyes. Now, listen very carefully to what I'm going to tell you. I'm going to give you some instructions. Then I'm going to tell you to open your eyes again. After you've opened them, you will carry out the instructions. Do you understand all that?"

"Yes, I understand."

"That's good, Jake. Now, here are your instructions. You are going to be your normal self again. You will know who you are and what's happening to you. You will remember everything that I told you to forget since we first met, except for these instructions I'm giving you now. You will know that Jason is a duplicate that I created for my sexual pleasure. You will still do anything I tell you without question, even if you don't want to do it. You will be unable to hurt me or Jason in any way, or to leave this cabin."

"Open your eyes, Jake."

"Where am I, what's going . . . You! God, I remember it all now. I'm getting away from you." He took a few steps and reached for the door that opened on to the upper deck. But his hand stopped inches away from the door knob. I watched him strain as hard as he could, until his arm dropped limply to his side. He tried with his other hand, with the same end result. Then he attempted to kick the door down, but he couldn't get either foot to hit it. Finally he looked like he was going to shoulder it open, but he kept stumbling before he could get close enough. After the third attempt, I had to stop him. Fun as it was watching this exercise in futility, and its illustration of my power over Jake, I didn't want him to hurt himself.

"Jake, stop trying to get out and come here."

"God damn you, I'm going to get out of here somehow . . . no, I don't want to get near you! Keep away from me, don't touch me!"

"You can't get out until I let you, and you've got to do what I say. You might as well enjoy yourself while we're together."

"No, no, stop it, let me go, you fuck, I'm going to report you to the police, god damn it, I swear I . . ."

"Jake, Jason, on the floor, on your sides, 69 position, suck each other, now!"

Jake cursed me every second as he lay down until Jason's cock finally silenced him.

"Give each other head the way you really like. Slowly, and you can't cum until I say so." Jason was really going to town. He knew this was making me happy, so he was giving Jake the blowjob of his life. Considering they had all the same memories, they knew instinctively what turned on the other. Jake obviously needed the extra prompting, though.

Jake's muffled complaining began to be interspersed with moans. Gradually the amount of moaning increased until that was all I heard from both of them. There was the occasional whimper, but I couldn't tell who it was coming from. If Jake, then it could have been protest or pleasure.

By this point, I was ready to get in on the act. I took some cushions off the coach encircling the room and put them on the floor. "Guys, when I say now, I want you to stop 69ing. Jake'll then get over here and lay on his back on these cushions, with his head hanging off the edge. Jason, once he's done that I want you to rim him. Now."

It took a couple of minutes for Jake to rearrange himself. Only during the end did he start bitching again. He was enjoying it to some degree, because he was hard, and I hadn't commanded it. Jason knew all the right things to do to keep him that way, even if he didn't want to be. But before the griping got out of hand again, I'd knelt in front of Jake's face. "Man, just shut up and give me the best fucking blowjob you can." I fed him an inch at a time while Jason rimmed him. I stopped at three, since deepthroating wasn't necessary. Just having that mouth around my dick was enough. "Jason, jerk off Jake too. The way you like it most."

"Yes, master." he said as he briefly extracted his tongue to answer me, then got back to business. One hand was now slowly going up and down Jake's rod, saliva and sweat and precum the only lubricant. Jason's other hand fondled Jake's balls, gently tugged and rolling them around. The way Jake began to undulate and push himself through Jason's hand showed that he was losing himself in the pleasure, despite probably not wanting to.

Finally, I was ready to finish deflowering this island jewel.

"Jason, I want you to fuck him. Go easy, though, big guy. And keep jacking him off."

"Yes, master, right away! I'll be careful, I know it's his first time."

Jake started to wriggle, trying to get away. He couldn't get far, since I hadn't told him to stop sucking me.

"Jake, stay on the cushions. You're going to let Jason fuck you. And relax as much as you can, it'll make it easier."

Jake stopped his feeble attempts to escape, but the whimper level increased dramatically. I watched as Jason positioned himself and slowly pushed his way in. I didn't expect him to be able to go all the way. After all, he dwarfed Jake's seven inches. But if he could get in halfway I'd be happy.

As it turned out, he managed two-thirds. Jake was inarticulately yelling, but that only added some vibrations to the blowjob, which ironically made it better. Or maybe it was Jake's powerlessness that was exciting me.

I prolonged things as much as I could, but eventually I felt that inevitable point of no return fast approaching.

"I'm close, guys. When I say now, I want you both to cum. Jake, when I shoot, you're going to swallow it all." The whines of protest started again, but by now I barely noticed. "Almost, can't, ready, now!"

It was like Jake was one of those long creme-filled doughnuts, and Jason and I were the injectors. We pumped enough into him, that's for sure. And Jake was covering his chest with lots of white, sticky salty goodness, arching his back and convulsing in orgasmic bliss, as Jason milked the poor guy of every ounce he could.

When we were done, I commanded Jake to go into a trance. Jason and I withdrew ourselves and shakily stood up.

"That was intense." I said to Jason. "But before we part company with Jake here, there's a few things more I want you to do with him."

I made the two of them get in a few more interesting positions, for my video scrapbook. Before they were done, I had to start our trip back, so I threw my clothes back on and went up, leaving them to do their thing. After about an hour, Jason joined me on deck, wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sandals. Stopping the boat, I got up and went over to him so we could kiss. He'd washed his mouth, as I'd instructed, but I could still detect a hint of Jake's muskiness still lingering. That didn't stop me from enjoying several minutes of quality kissing.

I went down and said the simple incantation to remove the Bracelet of Sesh'halthi. It had served its purpose, and I had to return it to the shop to get my deposit back anyway.

Once that was done, I resumed our journey back. We reached the dock not long before dark. I entranced the attendant to believe he'd checked out the interior of the boat already. I wanted to leave Jake undisturbed for as much of the night as I could.

I'd packed and made plane reservations already, so after getting the Bracelet back to the shop, it was no time at all before Jason and I were flying to the mainland.

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I wondered what Jake would do after he woke up. I'd left him with most of his memories, so he could have conceivably gone to the police. I was kind of hoping he would, especially if he tried to claim he'd been raped. Any semen I'd left that hadn't been dissolved in his stomach would be working it's way through his intestines. There was what Jason had left, which might still be usable for identification. But the process that created Jason made him identical to Jake in every way, even down to the DNA level. It was more than being an identical twin; Jason WAS Jake. So all that Jake would be able to prove was that he had somehow fucked himself.

The two young men who'd provided the raw materials for Jason's construction could have presented a problem, but I'd made sure that Jake didn't know about them. And even if the police found some residual hair or skin on the boat, there were no bodies to be found, so even that wasn't a big worry.

I heard nothing, though, so I guess Jake settled back into his normal life. I'd left a simple post-hypnotic trigger that if, after a couple of weeks, he wanted to forget the events surrounding our time together, they would automatically be erased from his memory forever.

I didn't really worry that much about Jake, since I had my own improved version to wake up next to every morning. Jason wanted to go to bed naked, but I insisted on him wearing boxers. It makes it so much easier to clean the sheets. Besides, having his tented out shorts be the first thing I see in the morning is such a turn on. It's the perfect way to start the day.

I like to paint, and often I'll have him pose for me. I also have a great appreciation for sculpture, though I don't do it myself, and he's a great subject for that, too.A couple of statues of him that I commissioned are now in two very prominent museums. My favorite one, though, is in the garden near the fountain in the back. I have a wonderful view of it from the balcony outside my bedroom window, which is, of course, why I placed the statue there.

Mostly we stay home, but a few times a month I take Jason out clubbing with me. Usually I have him dress up in a white tank top and jeans. Or if I'm feeling a little sleazy, it's jeans with an open black leather jacket and no shirt.

Whatever he has on, I get a real kick from the looks of envy I get from having such a sleek young stud. When some jealous queen comes up to me and says, "Darling, where did you find this lovely boy?" I'll usually reply, "Oh, I made him from a Do-It-Yourself-Hunk kit." To which Jason will add, "Yeah, he made me with his own two hands, and I just can't get enough of them. Or the rest of him, either." At which point we start kissing and said queen stalks off in a snit.

And when we're on the dance floor, watch out. It doesn't take long before his shirt comes off, and with the sinuous moves he has, guys are tripping over each others' feet from the distraction of his dark sweaty brown sinewy muscled body.

That's the story of how I got my very own hot, pineapple-sweet Hawaiian honey. And he's still good to the last drop.