Kasyn, the Spunk-Prince

Meanwhile on Mars…

Radon stirred against Jaustin in their shared bunk, half-awakened by a rattling, rustling sound in the next room, not even sure if it was a real noise or if he was still dreaming. “Hey,” he whispered against Jaustin’s bare chest, trying to sit up, “wake up! Someone else is in here.” Jaustin sat up, bleary-eyed. Radon flexed his wings.

“What’s going on?” wondered Jaustin.

They froze when they heard what could only be a sharp tittering laugh from the front room. And then a voice, a stage-whisper: “I think they heard us!”

Jaustin jumped to his feet and stepped toward the round nest-door of their bed nook, not bothering to cover his nakedness. “Who the fuck is in here?” he yelled. Radon hung close behind him, wings fluffed and quivering.

They passed into the front chamber of their nest and a voice cried, “We’re sorry! We didn’t know you would be sleeping!” Radon raised the room’s lights and they saw this: two winged Martians, very young men clad in typical jock and harness. They both had crimson and black-feathered wings, shiny with either nervousness or sexual arousal.

“Oh my god…” Jaustin gasped. 

“What?” Radon whispered behind him.

“Their eyes.” 

Radon peered more closely at the boys, and saw it: an eerie flashing, like aetheric other-light in their eyes, shifting from white to black to silver. One of them, grinning, said, “Hello, Daddy!”

Radon gaped at Jaustin, understanding suddenly dawning. “Is this even possible?”

“Um, these boys…are my sons—or Prince Kasyn’s in a way. My special sperm, you know.”

The pair stepped closer, smiling, eyes wide with wonder at Jaustin, who added, “I’d heard that the ones that I’d seen at Kyler’s palace had been born in a matter of days and grew up in just a few more days, somehow with heads full of knowledge. I guess I should have  expected this.”

“We’re horny, Daddy,” one of them said.

“Actually,” the other said, “it’s way more than that. We are in heat.”

Jaustin gaped at the youths, astonished at their implication. “Do you mean by the what I  think you mean?”

The pair stepped still closer, and together they said, “Fill us up, Daddy!”

Kyler sets some new rules…

Kasyn winces under the sixth crack of the paddle against his rump. Kyler said, “Will you, at last, cooperate in this matter, you terrible boy?”

Bent over Kyler’s desk, bare belly on its cool wood, Kasyn groaned. “I may need some more convincing, Kyler!”

Kyler delivered another blow to his husband’s thick bulbous asscheeks. He said, “You will cease at once conspiring with Elisha to convince me to go to Byzantium!”

“But, my Lord and husband!” Kasyn cried, his voice cracking into laughter. “You are now our Holy Father, God’s Vicar on Earth! You must assume your Holy Throne!” 

Kyler dropped the paddle. He pulled apart the halves of Kasyn’s reddened rump, aimed his engorged and dripping prick at Kasyn’s pucker. Kyler did bother with any lube: the boy’s hole still weeped Jaustin-sperm-rich semen, shot into him just a few minutes before by Elisha. Quickly balls-deep inside Kasyn, fucking his fat pole into Elisha’s slick leftovers, Kyler growled, “We are not moving to Byzantium! I’ll fucking dick-impale you until you see it my way!”

“I’m going to need a lot of convincing, Holy Father!” Kasyn giggled and Kyler rammed him harder. He cock-stabbed the boy’s hole a couple dozen more times, slapping his livid asscheeks with both hands on each thrust. Then he pulled out and stepped back and ordered Kasyn to his knees. “Finish me off! And keep those eyes and mouth open!”

Kasyn reached up and gripped Kyler’s shaft with both hands and jacked on it, the head an inch over his open mouth and extended tongue. Kyler moaned, feeling his cum-dam burst, and his cock spat a heavy white fuckload into Kasyn’s mouth, over his chin and cheeks, into his eyes and onto his forehead. Still spilling the end of his flow, Kyler wiped the head of his cock into Kasyn’s thick hair, wiped his dick dry on it. He gave his husband a light slap on the cheek, spattering the clinging cum. “Suck it. Eat it,” he said pressing a jizz-coated finger into Kasyn’s mouth. With two more fingers on the other hand, he wiped some of his spunk off Kasyn’s forehead and eyebrows and fed that to him, too. After a couple minutes of this, he’d cleaned Kasyn’s face of semen and fed it all of it to him with his fingers, which he then wiped in the lad’s hair, adding spit to the dickjuice already dampening it.

Kasyn grabbed his own dick in one hand, pointing the plantain-thick stalk up at Kyler. “You feel like doing something for me now?”

“That was for you!”

Kasyn laughed and stood and leaned into Kyler, embracing him. Kyler bent his neck and kissed the boy’s damp hair, tasting and smelling his own cock and his own cum in its thick tangles and snarls, and he said, “Doctor Phibes told me this morning that your nine grandsons are already matured, even more quickly then how it happened with the orchid boys or with Seth, Koth and Dath.”

“Grandsons!” Kasyn rolled his eyes. “We really must come up with something else to call them.” He’d not seen any of them yet, quipping that he was no good with “babies.” But he’d been expecting this news: Seth and his brothers—impregnated by Elisha, carrier of Jaustin Moss’s nuts—had given birth about a week earlier, followed later that same day by Dagon and his five orchid-boy brothers, that sestet having been knocked up by various of Kyler’s sons. In every case, these new offspring appeared to be taking rather more strongly after Kasyn and their birth-parents than after their “normal” sperm-donors, including in their eerie penchant for being born with a headful of impossible knowledge and growing physically at freakish speed. “I assume they’ll be able to get pregnant like Seth and Dagon and the rest of them.”

Kyler said, “Yes, the doctor confirms it, and he says that they are almost constantly in heat already.”

“They’s going to be determined to breed,” Kasyn said. “Should we have your boys preg them? I’m sure they’ll be happy to do it.”

“No. You are going to do it.”

“I’m what?” Kasyn narrowed his gaze, skeptical. “I thought it was totally off-limits that I sire any more kids.”

“That’s changed. We now believe the prophecy means that you should sire thousands of them.”

“Thousands!”

“Think about it. Whole new generations can be created in a matter of months. Also, Phibes believes that these new generations can breed with each other—which was not possible for Seth and the rest for reasons not yet understood. He speculates that if you do these nine perhaps four or five times, and their sons start doing each other, we can raise an army of them in a remarkably short time.”

Kasyn pondered this for a moment, finding the concept bizarre and horrifying, yet dick-achingly arousing considering how much fucking on his part it implied. But he said, “Wait a moment. These nine that you speak of. What about the other nine—Seth and Koth and Dagon and the others? Should I nail them, too? Are they ready for another round of pups?”

“Probably they are,” Kyler said. “But it appears that they have plans of their own. They mean to become very prolific sires just like you.”

Kasyn frowned. “They left, didn’t they?”

“You knew of their plan?”

“Seth talked about it, but I didn’t think he could be serious. I didn’t think they’d be able to leave on their own anyway, much less get to the Moon.”

“The witches helped them,” Kyler said. “A spell of aetheric transport that Corvis and her sisters created for them.”

“But why?”

“Because they believe as I do that the cum of Kasyn is the salvation of the world as we know it.” He pulled the boy close. “The Moon is home to many hundreds of thousands of orchid boys. Your sons intend to get as many of them pregnant as possible.”

“That’s what Jaustin is doing on Mars, too, isn’t it? With Jade-Mothra and the spunk-angels.”

Kyler nodded. “I believe that is so. And it’s what you’re going do here on Earth!”

Meanwhile on Mars…

Jaustin heard a noise behind him and turned away from his sons to see a new visitor. He was a clip-winged angel, naked save for a metallic jockstrap that appeared to cage his cock and nuts in a fashion that made Jaustin’s own ache with sympathy. He’d seen few of these boys around the compound. They were, in a way, partial eunuchs, with their wings periodically cut back and their genitals caged, denying them release except when granted a reward by their masters. They were kept as sex slaves and general errand boys among the Martian aristocracy but Jaustin had yet to have interacted with one of them and he wondered why one of them was here now. But shortly the cock-caged boy said, “Jaustin Moss, the Emperor commands you to attend him in his private chambers. I will be your escort.”

“Um, well, okay then.” Jaustin glanced at Radon and the sons. “It is the middle of the night, you know. Let me take a quick shower and get dressed.”

“The Emperor meant immediately, my lord.”

“I see. Well, I guess we’d better go.” Hastily he pulled a pair of previously discarded briefs over his pelvis and threw a sheer and sleeveless linen shirt over his torso. On his way to the door, he found his sandals and added those to his feet. “Do I look okay?” he asked his escort.

“I’m sure it does not matter,” the boy sniffed, and led Jaustin out into the corridor.

His escort left Jaustin at an open round entrance, and he stepped through it into a warm gaslit bed chamber, enormous compared to Jaustin’s own, with a huge bed near its center and a large seating area of leather-clad chairs and couches sprawled over one half of the room. The furnishings and wall tapestries looked to be very expensive, and Jaustin found himself admiring one wall-hanging that appeared to depict in several panels, and in an ancient style, a massive orgy among hundreds of winged and wingless males. The warm, dry air of the chamber smelled of that blend of incense and angel sweat and sex-funk that was typical of the entire compound, but more strongly concentrated here. It made Jaustin’s dick and balls ache pleasantly and he threw a boner that pushed out the pouch of his briefs as far as the fabric would stretch, tugging the waistband away from his pubic patch. He glanced around the chamber. Is anyone even here? As he formed the thought, he turned and was startled to see them suddenly in the room as if they’d simply materialized out of the air.

One of them was, as expected, Jade-Mothra, his torso and pelvis draped with a loose black wrap-around tunic, his eerily alabaster skin seeming to almost glow with its own light. His wings were folded back, their tips curving up high over his head. Their feathers and the hair on Jade-Mothra’s head looked damp as if he’d just emerged from a bath. The other one Jaustin had not seen before: a winged youth with much darker skin than the Emperor, naked save for a black skirt that barely hid the bulge of his crotch. His wings, stretched and flexed around his shoulders, crimson-feathered, shimmered in the light, and they had that fluffy and oily look that Jaustin had learned to recognize as typical of an adolescent still growing into his fully mature form. His eyes flashed with that strange other-light of a product of Kasyn-cum.

Jade-Mothra said, “Thank you, Jaustin, for joining us at this odd hour.” And to the boy at his side, he said, “This is the man who made me pregnant with you.”

Astonished, Jaustin gaped silently at the pair. Jade-Mothra added, “Jaustin, I thought you’d enjoy meeting our son. His name is Shade.”

Shade stepped forward, cautiously, peering in wonder at Jaustin. “I have never seen an Earth boy in person before!” The Martian lad performed a quick orbit around Jaustin, to see him from all sides. “But I knew what you’d look like, Daddy, from your videos.”

Jade-Mothra chuckled. Jaustin, puzzled, asked, “Videos?”

Shade seemed to blush. He turned his head away, as if embarrassed. Jade-Mothra said, “Not your music videos, but your sex ones. We can see the Terran PornHub here, Jaustin.” Jaustin knew, of course, that his periodically “leaked” sex vids were easily findable but he’d somehow never imagined them being viewed in a such an exotic place as this. “Shade spent about three hours this afternoon jacking off to them.”

“Jade!” wailed Shade. “Do not embarrass me in front of Daddy!”

Jade: “I had to give him a healing gel for his chafed-raw penis after he was done.”

“Ugh!” Shade looked up at Jaustin, but he was grinning now. “You’re actually much prettier in person.” He stepped closer, and Jaustin inhaled deeply, automatically, sucking in a waft of the boy’s intense angel-youth musk. “Can you take off that shirt so that I can see your pictures better?”

“Pictures?” Jaustin said, momentarily confused. Oh yeah, right. The tattoos. He unclasped the toggles of the thin shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it fall off his arms to the floor. He glanced down and noted that his dick was still fully stiff. Because of the way it stretched out his briefs, he could see the first two inches of it emerging from the bristle of his pubic hair. If at any point in his life, someone had told Jaustin to imagine that he would one day be standing nearly naked and fully aroused in front of his winged son, letting the boy delicately trace slender fingers over the art on his skin, he would have thought it to be a wholly bizarre and fucked-up premise. But here, it seemed perfectly natural.

As Shade examined Jaustin’s tattoos, Jade-Mothra said, “Though we knew that these pregnancies that you cause would be brief and that these boys would mature supernaturally quickly, it is still a wonder to experience it up close. Shade, though still not quite fully mature, was born like the sons of Kasyn in Kyler’s palace on Earth, already endowed with a capacious knowledge of the universe, passed to them from the special aetheric quality of the sperm that you brought to our planet.” He paused and grinned. “Is it Shade that’s giving you that hard-on, or have you just not let out any juice for a few hours?”

It was true that Jaustin’s erections—ever since he'd acquired his supernatural nuts—were frequently totally involuntary, as were even some of his ejaculations. If he didn’t have sex or jerk off frequently enough, he’d just spontaneously squirt, his body ejecting one sloppy blast of cream to make room for more. But Shade was beautiful—and his smell made Jaustin feel fevered. As if thinking the same thing in the same moment, Shade said, “You smell different than the rest of us, Daddy.” He leaned in, and clasped Jaustin’s  left bicep in both hands. Jaustin let him lift that arm, let him press his nose and mouth into the damp fur of his armpit. The boy kissed and then nibbled at the tender underarm skin. If he keeps doing that, Jaustin thought, I’m gonna cum in my shorts.

Shade lifted his face from Jaustin’s armpit and turned to Jade-Mothra. “Are all Earth boys this delicious?”

“Jaustin is actually the only one I have ever had,” Jade said. “Can you tell us, Jaustin? Are you typical of your people, in the way you taste and smell?”

“Um…” Jaustin blushed, hot with a warm head rush, and his dick felt like it was so swollen it would burst. “Maybe?”

“Perhaps we should import more of them here so we can taste and compare for ourselves. Would you like that, Shade?”

The boy smirked. His eerie eyes flashed brightly. “Bring me a hundred of them!”

Jaustin imagined a bevy of Earth lads kept like slaves in a Martian brothel, and this winged boy engaged in a mass orgy with them. A heavy pulse of pre-jac soaked his brief’s dick-pouch and leaked through. A thin thread of it detached and dropped to the floor between Shade’s bare feet.

“It may be obvious to you by now,” Jade said, “that Shade is deeply in heat. I asked you here tonight to breed him.”

“What?”

“Fuck your pretty young son and get him pregnant.”

Jaustin gasped, awed by his own failure to see this situation as too weird. “You want this, Shade?”

“I’ll leave you boys alone for awhile,” and Jade-Mothra retreated from the bed chamber.

Really, my body just makes the juice, Jaustin thought. But the sperm in it is actually Kasyn’s. So I guess I’m not really going to knock up my own son? Like I care. I was just about to do it those two who showed up in my room tonight.

Shade tugged down Jaustin’s briefs, dropping them to the floor around his ankles. He kicked off his sandals and knocked them and the briefs free of his feet. The angel-boy gripped Jaustin’s cock, his left hand clutching the base of it and the right hand smoothing back its damp foreskin, exposing its shiny wet arrowhead. “You used this to make me. When you put it inside Jade.”

“Fuck yes!” Jaustin took Shade by the wrists and led him to the bed. “Yes, I sure as fuck did!” He fumbled with the clasp that held Shade’s skirt over his hips, but quickly enough dropped the boy’s skirt and peeled off his jock, letting spring free the short but very thick banana of his son’s dong. Sitting on the edge of the bed with Shade standing in front of him, Jaustin took Shade’s prick in his mouth, the full length of it to the root, his nose pressed into the stubble of the lads’ shaved pubes. Shade cried out a loud “oh fuck!” and Jaustin felt the hard squirt of the winged kid’s cum on his tonsils.

“Oh, Daddy!” Shade yelled, pulling from Jaustin’s mouth his cock, shiny with Jaustin’s spit and still dribbling jizz. “I did not mean to cum so fast, but you forced it right out of me!” 

Shade laughed, and Jaustin flopped back onto the mattress. “I’m sure you’ll make more right away,” he said. Jaustin was fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to hold in his own spunk for very long either once he actually put his dick in Shade’s hole. “Here. Climb up here.” Jaustin motioned and maneuvered Shade into position, squatting over Jaustin’s face. “I want to eat your pussy first. Before I fuck you.”

Jaustin spread Shade’s bulbous cheeks and pressed his tongue, thick with spit, against his pucker. Shade tasted like he smelled, like that haze of sweat and cum and spicy incense that pervaded the entire Martian compound, except even more so, sharper and with a mouthwatering tang. The boy cooed, delighted, when Jaustin teased the tip of his tongue into Shade’s clenching asshole. Thrilled, he yelled, “You need to put your pup in me, Daddy! Please! Now!”

Remaining on his back, Jaustin helped Shade shimmy down the length of his torso, the boy’s ass now hanging above Jaustin’s dong. He didn’t think he’d need any lube: his cock was glazed now with pre-cum nearly as thick and voluminous as his actual semen. Shade knew exactly how to proceed, reaching between his legs, guiding the point of Jaustin’s thick stick against his hole, and then in hard, as if quickly seating himself upon it. Jaustin squeezed the boy’s thighs and bounced him gently, cock sheathed fully inside the grinning angel, who now sweated heavily from his brow and neck and armpits, rivulets of it trailing down his sides. Yeah, I’m not going to last long at all. Shade flattened his hands against Jaustin’s chest and squeezed his pecs. Then he pinched Jaustin’s stiff nipples. Jaustin shuddered and spasmed out white slime into his son’s gut in a dozen pulses.

Thrilled with the new sloppy slickness of an ass full of Jaustin-jizz, Shade bounced a little harder on Jaustin’s cock, keeping it inside him, sliding his sheath over it even faster and more urgently. Jaustin’s blood--engorged meat did not relax at all; his usually short refractory period after cumming did not occur at all this time. He pushed straight on into a second climax two or three minutes later. Just as he let loose, again inside Shade’s body, the boy did too, wild ropes of ball-juice arcing from his dick and disintegrating into spatters and blobs and droplets over Jaustin’s body from his chin scruff to the fuzz of his trail. A little pool of it made his navel look for a moment like a button of marshmallow cream.

Evidently exhausted now, Shade fell to one side, off of Jaustin’s rod, flopping onto the bed next to his sperm-provider. “You got me good, Daddy!” He passed a hand over Jaustin’s belly and chest, smoothing the drops of his spunk over Jaustin’s illustrated skin. “I can already feel it inside me, in a hurry to grow.”

Kasyn ponders his cum-soaked task…

Kasyn realized that he was not going to be able learn and memorize all of these names in just a few minutes. First, there were nine boys that he’d never seen before in the bedchamber that he usually shared with Kyler, and they were all rather too similar in appearance. Three of them looked a little different because they were blond-haired and relatively fair-complected compared to most people around here. These were Jaustin Moss’s sons (by way of Elisha’s cock), but the general Kasyn-like shape of their faces and bodies was much like that of their six cousins. Those six—fathered variously by Kyler’s sons—bore faintly the lavender skin-hue of their lunar orchid-boy birth-parents, their coloration and other Moon traits watered down a bit further by another insertion of Terran sperm into their genetic line.

Kasyn had wondered if he’d really have enough juice and energy to impregnate all nine of these boys in one session, but he was doubting it less by the minute thanks to the effect of the massive dose of a drug cocktail of Erec-T and Juice-E that Kyler had hypo-sprayed into his nuts. For the rest of the day, if he didn’t cum through having sex or jerking off, then he’d just be spontaneously squirting it and soaking his jock in white snot all day. He was going to be making a lot of spunk no matter what, and he would be releasing it one way or another…so he might as well put it in these boys.

Elsewhere in the compound…

Chadon and Maxon had kept secret the fact about their bodies, how they’d changed during a sort of second puberty a few weeks ago, when the new slit had opened in their crotches making them like the rest of Kasyn’s Earth-sons. To control their heats, they’d been daily injecting shots of Null-Preg which served both to keep under control their need to breed and also to stave off pregnancy should any males happen to work their way into these cunts. But today they skipped the drug. Said Chadon, “I hear that Kasyn is going to do all of the new boys. Do you not think he should do us, too, brother?”

“Oh yes, brother.” Maxon pulled Chadon close. They stood together, naked bodies pressed together, kissing and stroking each other’s cocks until they spilled spunk on each other. Temporarily sated, the brothers dressed each other and left their room, heading to their father’s quarters.

From Kyler’s journal…

I left Kasyn to his business with the boys. I wanted to follow up on something Blue Radical had told me yesterday:

“I put Junior—Jaxon, I mean—under the effect of a hypnotic gas in an effort to tease loose some more memories of his time with Corvis and the other witches. He said he had strange dreams when he was there, but could not recall any details. He revealed, while under this hypnotic effect, what sounded like dream-details of winged men, of people who live in villages hanging in trees, and of a great energy somehow turning people and plants and animals into bizarre and fantastical forms. You can guess what I think that some of this means, but there was something else, too. When I asked him directly what the witches think will happen when the beam from the A-Star passes through the Solar System, he said: Go ask Kyler. It’s all up to Kyler.”

Ever since I’d brought Jaxon here from Corvis’s care, he’d been ensconced in Phobos’s quarters, evidently happily playing house with my son, who appeared to be utterly smitten by his new boyfriend. I messaged Phobos to tell him that I’d like to see them for a moment. “I can come to your quarters if you prefer.” Phobos replied quickly that, yes, I should join them there.

Before I’d even passed from the antechamber into the main living area of Phobos’s apartment, I could smell that they’d evidently been smoking narcowhirl ginger cigarettes all day. Some low ambient music played, and over it I could hear what sounded like the audio portion of some spanking porn. Which is exactly what that was, displayed on a screen over Phobos’s fireplace. Jaxon was on his back on a table, his wrists and ankles cuffed and tugged upward by cords that ran through pulleys in an elaborate restraining rack. He had a ball-gag in his mouth and his dick was trapped in a clear plaz chastity cage. A butt-plug with a glittery silver tassel protruded from his ass. He seemed to grin around the gag and smile with his eyes when he saw me enter. 

“Um,” I said, “if you guys are busy right now…”

“Not at all, Kyler!” said Phobos brightly, emerging from the bathroom, partially cloaked in a short bathrobe. “I’ll release Jaxon from captivity, so you can speak with him. We were about done playing for a while anyway.” He muted the porn vid’s audio but left on the ambient music. “But before I unhook him, do you want to take a turn in his hole? I bet he’d like it.” Jaxon grunted through the gag and nodded his head as best he could. It was too tempting an offer. Phobos let me know that I’d need no lube: “Dak and Daemon just left here a few minutes ago after rearranging his rectum for a while. They left his insides good and greased up, I’m sure.”

Recalling the hurried style of the last time I’d fucked this boy, I left my pants on, just unzipping the fly and pulling out my meat. I positioned myself behind the bound dude’s ass and pulled the plug out of his hole. A white cum-dribble oozed out after it. I slid inside easily. I probably could have gone at him indefinitely had I wanted to, but his bound and helpless posture brought back to mind the memory of Kasyn restrained in much the same way in Blue Radical’s lab that day when I went there to buy the boy, when I fucked him for the first time while he was bound, and I’d decided to marry him that day. I let this sweet memory carry me forward quickly, and quickly I jetted out inside Jaxon’s gut.

I put away my prick and zipped up. Phobos released Jaxon from the trussing and removed his gag and liberated his cock from the chastity device. The boys kissed sloppily, pawed each other’s hair and backs and chests, and told each other how much they loved each other with such effusion and for such a length of time that could quite possibly have endured forever had I not interrupted them with a question: “Did you describe a dream to your father while under hypnotic gas?”

Jaxon gaped at me, his plump pink lips a great ‘o’ if wonder, his dark eyes opened wide.  This handsome boy, who’d probably soon be by son-in-law if he was anywhere near as lovesick as Phobos appeared to be right then while listening to his lover, said this: “It was not a dream, Lord Kyler! And I know that for sure now. This is what I know: what I saw was real; or rather it will be real.”

“Tell me about it. I’d really like to understand it better.”

Jaxon pulled his arms in around himself and shivered. Phobos, attendant to nothing on Earth other than his boyfriend, said, “You chilly, baby?” And he immediately swathed Jaxon in a light blanket that he seemed to produce from the air. Gratefully, Jaxon kissed Phobos again, and he pulled the blanket around his bare shoulders. 

Said Jaxon, “The treehouses of Venus—where the fabled maph boys live—will ring their planet by the millions and pterosaurs will fly under their hot clouds; the winged killers of Mars will rebel and riot and be glossed thick with their own dusty red luster; from the craggy mountains and desolate seas of the Moon will rise men with four arms, towering three meters and fucked full of lust for breaking Earth-boys in half; and here on Earth, a preternatural torsion will twist our planet into a spiral where life will thrive but it will be dead and undead and elsewise not as we once knew it.”

I pondered Jaxon’s statement, wondered how much narcowhirl the boy may have smoked or snorted. But his words, weird as they were, told me that it would not be the total end of the world when the blast from the galactic core reached us, and I decided that I'd go finally to Byzantium to let the world know what I’d learned and how best they’d kneel.

To be continued…