Kasyn, the Spunk-Prince

by Kyler Fey

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“Kyler, wake up!” At first I heard this voice within a dream, a dream in which I was piston-fucking Naxon, his short skirt pulled up over the thick round humps of his naked ass, and my cock—which in the dream was like a long ribbed stalk of green sugar cane or perhaps like one of the moonwood canes that the gendarmes in the Inner Village use to beat boys’ bare asses for petty crimes—was impossibly long, throbbing inside the boy, and I was squirting long streams of hot syrup-thick spunk into Naxon’s bowel, and this voice, annoying and clinging, was telling me to wake up. In the dream, it sounded in tone like one of my other sons telling me to stop fucking his brother and to fuck him instead…but gradually, the dream imagery fell away like tatters of glossy disintegrating fabric, and I realized that I was in bed alone (where is Kasyn? I wondered blearily) but that the voice was real and that it was emanating from the aetherglass depending from its cable above me, its screen dark. “Who the fuck is calling me at this hour?” I said either to myself, or perhaps aloud. And then a reply: Blue Radical’s voice filled the room and the aetherglass awoke, dazzling my eyes in the dark. 

“Kyler!” he said, voice raspy. “We need to talk!”

“And this could not have waited until morning?” I said, fully awake now and rather ticked off at this wholly inappropriate disturbance. How dare he abuse his privilege of calling me directly like this, and in the middle of the fucking night? 

“I need to examine Kasyn again,” Blue Radical said. “Here. In my lab! ASAP!”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Examine him for what reason?”

Wild-eyed, his image leaned toward me and the aether pulled through to me a hint of the stench of booze on his breath. He said, “You remember when you purchased Kasyn, and you confirmed that he was breeding-capable?”

“Of course. So?”

“And I told you that I’d studded him already with some bitches. Like six of them?”

“Perhaps you mentioned that.”

“Well, check this shit out: I have heard back from those bitches. They have all given birth already, and their sons are already fully-grown.”

I said nothing for a moment, and then Blue Radical persisted: “Kyler! Are you hearing me?”

Finally I said, “I am not surprised. I’ll tell you why later.”


Kasyn’s three sons still wore briefs of different colors to help us tell them apart, but they now had names, each of those names represented with a Cthulhist icon etched in black with a tattoo needle into the backs of their necks. Purple was now Seth and Red was now Koth and Yellow was now Dath. When I saw this trio next, it was through the aetherglass and their colored briefs had been discarded. They were naked together in their bed, now fully grown boys who looked to be perhaps eighteen or twenty years old. Kasyn reclined on a chaise with me, watching their three-way fuck-play. “They’re beautiful,” he gasped, tugging on his tool with one hand and squeezing his fat balls in the other. A clear drizzle of pre-jac filled the dark dent of his navel. Seth took Koth’s cock into his mouth and Dath’s cock into his ass. All three boys’ crotches hung with long thick dongs like their father’s, and fat full nut sacks like their father’s. Unlike their father, they’d not trimmed away any of their body hair, and their pubic plots were thatched with thick black fur, their nipples surrounded in whorls of dark curls. Their faces were all virtual copies of Kasyn’s with the same high brow and full lips and slightly upturned nose and large eyes. Except their eyes were still monochrome, still eerily shifting from black to white to silver. 

“I guess,” said Kasyn, “they fit right into this household…with all this incest, you know?”

I stroked on my pole, rolling my wet sticky foreskin up and down over my knob-head. “Are you going to fuck them yourself, put your daddy-dick in their sockets?”

“I think I’ll go join them now,” he said. “Will you watch me?”

I groaned, feeling my nut-overload build. Kasyn took my dong in his mouth and gave it a warm wet spit-waxing. He choked it with both hands and sheathed its head in his throat. I moaned and yelled out his name and flooded his tonsils with a heavy creamy jackload. He rose from my crotch, grinning. He hawked up the cum from the back of his throat and lowered his mouth to mine and I let him spit a froth of his throat-spit and my semen onto my tongue. “Keep watching the glass,” he said as he jumped up, pulled white denim shorts over his ass and cock and dashed from our chambers.


Those white shorts were off Kasyn’s ass almost immediately when he entered the boys’ bedchamber. He greeted them with his thick livid purple-headed erection. Kasyn’s sons seldom spoke—at least so far, or at least around other people—but when they did it was often in that weird language that I remember from the orchid boys on the Moon. One of them said, “Mi volas moki vian dongan, paĉjon!” 

Kasyn jumped into the bed among them, laid flat on his back and raised his knees and spread his thighs. He ordered them to fuck him, and they did, taking sloppy turns, one of them jamming his prick into Kasyn for a few thrusts, then being shoved aside by one of his brothers who did the same, only to be knocked over by the third brother. This went on for a long time, the three impossible youths, just born a few days ago and already fully mature, taking turns spearing their meat-sticks into their daddy’s cunt. Eventually they all—first Seth and then Koth and then Dath—inseminated Kasyn’s hole and flopped over onto their backs next to him. Kasyn brought himself off with a vigorous two-fisted self-handjob, spiking long streamers of slick semen high into the air above them. 

“I’m kind of sleepy, Kyler,” he said, assuming that I was still watching them. “I’ll nap with the boys for a little while if that’s okay with you.”


Ten lavender-skinned orchid boys showed up this morning. Doctor Phibes said to me,  “All ten are pregnant: four by Dak’s sperm, six by Kasyn’s. You can easily guess which six those are.” Six of these exotic Moon youths were already so swollen with their pregnancies that they looked like my daughters had the other day just before they gave birth to Kasyn’s sons. Phibes paused and then added this information: “You should also know that all ten of these orchid boys are your biological sons. Presumably sired by you when you were on your Moon mission some years ago. This incidentally means that Dak has unwittingly knocked up four of his own half-brothers. It’s probably no big deal, but we may want to check the genes of these fetuses to see if they have any abnormalities given their incestuous parentage.”

“When are the others—Kasyn’s pups—due?”

Said Phibes, “Given how quickly your daughters’ boys were born, I’d guess as soon as tomorrow. And considering how quickly those three matured, I’d guess that you’re going to have quite a large brood of young men in this house very soon.” He smiled. “But some of them will probably be kind of purple.”


I’d once assumed it was a myth that a human male’s cock—while engaged in the act of mating—could swell as if with an inner bulb, locking him into his fuck’s body until his seed is expelled. Yet this happened numerous times during those days with the orchid boys. If they were in the deepest phase of their heat, my dick would manifest this almost-canine bulb, my knotted rod so swollen that I could not have withdrawn it from the boy’s cunt even if I’d wanted to, and then a climax so shudderingly intense that I thought I might pass out, and finally and most fantastically, a torrent of cum flooding from my body into his, far more hot slick spunk than even the horniest teenage boy could normally ever hope to make, so much that a wash of it swamped out of the breeded fuck’s asshole when I finally removed my pole from his pussy. One would think after getting off so hard that I would have felt satisfied, that I would have been done with fucking for the day, but no: the cloud of orchid pheromones in the air combined with the arousal drug and the fertility drug with which I was constantly injecting my nuts made me totally insatiable, and I continued like this for days, barely breaking for food or sleep, fucking my sperm into one orchid boy after another until I’d jizzed the guts of nearly three hundred of them.


Early that next morning, just as I’d seated myself at my desk to compose a journal entry about the arrival of the pregnant orchid boys, I was startled by a seldom-used chime indicating a request for response from the gatehouse. I opened the desk glass and saw within it the face and upper body of a light-skinned blond lad in a harness and tiara bearing the sigils of my house. I could not recall his name, but I remembered that he was relatively new in my employ and that I had fucked him perhaps only once so far, perhaps while rather drunk with him in the grotto. “My Lord Prince Kyler!” the boy said, very rigidly, as if affecting a great formality that was not in his nature. “I am loathe to disturb you, but there is a visitor here at the gate who demands an immediate audience with you!”

“Immediate audience!” I replied. “And who is so important that they require this audience without an appointment!”

“My Lord Prince!” said the gatehouse attendant, now flushed red through his ears and cheeks, “He says that he is an official of the Church.”

“The Church! As if I give a fuck about the Church! Send him away and tell him to make an appointment next time!” Really! The gall of a church flunky showing up here and demanding to see me!

The gatehouse boy turned to look at someone off-screen and I heard some unintelligible muttering, and then the boy looked to me again and said, “He says that he is an Inquisitor from the Holy Office of the Chaos Ejaculatum and that you are requested and required, as a Lord Prince of an Aetheric House, to answer a series of questions posed by the Chaos Ejaculatum in reference to a recent matter of great sensitivity.”

The Chaos Ejaculatum! I thought. Already? They must know something. I conceded that I must take this audience, but I did not need to be too polite about it. “Fine,” I said. “The meeting will occur in the Grand Hall in one hour!” And I closed the call, not giving the Inquisitor a chance to argue with the delay.


During that hour, I made some time for Naxon, who’d asked for a moment with me the day before. My recent dream of skewering him on an impossible moonwood cane cock stiffened my dick when he entered my bath chamber just as I finished shaving after a quick shower, and he looked quite tempting to me, dressed as he was: platinum band pinning back his now-rather-long hair, shirtless but with a short black skirt, tight around his thighs, tented out a bit by the bulge of his penis, feet bare with the nails glossed purple. “I have to meet with an idiotic Church Inquisitor in a short while,” I told him, toweling the dampness from my face, rubbing it through my hair, drying my crotch and ass. “But I always have time for you, my sweet son.”

He smiled. “Thank you, Father. But shall I relieve you of your hard-on first?”

“It’s not necessary, though I certainly won’t deny you the pleasure of it.” Hot little cocksucking fuck! I thought. Maybe I’ll be late after all to my audience with the Inquisitor.

“Actually, Kyler,” he said, taking on the more familiar and serious tone that he has when he uses my given name, “I’d rather just get to the point and tell you what’s on my mind, and for what I now need your merciful advice and consent!”

Advice and consent! The boy was distraught over something. I took him into the bed chamber where I told him to take a seat in one of the chairs in the lounge area while I dressed in my formal kilt and waistcoat and crown—stuffing my stiff member into a jock—deciding to forgo putting my spunk in this lad’s mouth for now since he had such a serious purpose in his tone and countenance. “What is the matter, Naxon?”

He inhaled deeply and then breathed out, and said finally, “I wish to marry Torus.”

If this was all, then I was not surprised, and it was certainly no cause for distress. “The two of you may marry each other or whomever else you wish once you reach your age of majority.” I added, “You may even take one of your other brothers or another boy entirely as a third husband if you wish. I’d never think of interfering in this, and you should know that.”

“But Father! Our next birthdays are soon and we will still be only nineteen! We do not wish to wait another eleven years to marry! You can grant us consent to do it now!”

“None of this is a surprise to me, Naxon,” I said. “You and Torus have been a close couple since you were very young, since even before you were old enough to give each other the pleasures of your bodies. But you’re still too young to make such lifelong decisions as marriage. Perhaps I have gotten a bit conservative in my relatively old age—and I remember chafing against the thirty-year-old age of majority when I was your age and waiting to take my rightful place over this House—but I can see now a lot of wisdom in it.” I sat down in a chair across from Naxon. I reached across the gap between us and, with my fingers under his chin, made him look up at me. “This isn't just about you wanting to marry Torus. You have something else to say. I can feel it.”

“I don’t know if I can.” He bowed his head, brushing aside my hand.

“Tell me. Nothing you will say will ever affect my love for you.”

Naxon sighed deeply. And then he said this: “Kyler, would you still love me if my body were to change?”

‘Tell me,” I said again.

And Naxon continued: “I am not quite a boy. Not really. But I don’t think I am quite a girl either. I am something in between. And I want to make my body match this truth that is inside me and which I have known since earliest memory. Blue Radical says he can help.”

I tried not to react one way or another to this admission that he'd been seeking advice from Blue Radical. I said, “This is fine. I will consent to it—and the marriage as well if Torus is as convinced as you are—but I want first to see your full plan, and to see that it will be safe for you. Blue Radical trades in rather unusual fare.” I did not specify the situation with Kasyn’s nuts. 

Naxon smiled and settled back in his chair as if greatly relieved, and tears shone in his huge dark eyes. He said, “I have heard that there is a race of boys on the Moon who can get pregnant and bear children. Dak says that he and Kasyn fucked some of these boys the other day.”

“It’s true. The so-called orchid boys.”

“Blue Radical says that he can make this possible for me as well! That I might be able to have a child one day!”

I pictured sweet Naxon in this state, belly bulging with a baby, one probably fucked into him by his husband/brother Torus. It was about time to go the audience I had granted with the Inquisitor, but I took a moment to do this first: I went to my knees before Naxon and spread his thighs; I lifted his skirt—he wore nothing underneath—and I took his plump prick into my mouth and softly kneaded his heavy nuts in my hand; with my other hand, I pressed two fingers into the lad’s asshole and he quickly lost his load in my mouth. I kissed him with his cum and told him I’d see him later, and that perhaps he and Torus should join Kasyn and me in bed that night.


Meanwhile, as I went to see the Inquisitor, my son Dak and my husband Kasyn had a much more pleasant encounter…

“Come quickly,” Dak said, pulling Kasyn by the hand, down the wide hallway of the sons’ wing toward his chambers. “Doctor Phibes is still examining most of our Moon boys, but he has finished with a couple of them, and they are in my bedroom now!”

They entered Dak’s apartment, its air heavy with old semen and sweat, and Kasyn gaped in astonishment when he saw Puck and Tier reclining on Dak’s bed, their bellies bulging as if they carried soccer balls inside their guts. “Those are your sons inside both of them,” Dak said. “The ones that pregged aren’t as far along yet.”

Kasyn quickly stripped off his clothing and hopped onto the bed to one side of Puck and gazed down at the amazing lavender-skinned pregnant boy. The smell of orchid sweat thrilled him through his entire body and made him feel as if he’d suddenly become a bit drunk. Dak joined, climbing naked into the bed next to Tier. They each lowered their heads to the orchid boys’ nipples and suckled on them for a minute, drawing out more of that sweet fuck-ichor that had so fascinated them during their orgy with these orchids and their eight mates earlier in the week. 

“Did you tell him?” said Tier to Dak. “What we want you to do?”

“Not yet!” Dak said, still licking Tier’s nipples.

“Tell me what?” wondered Kasyn.

“They’re about ready to pop,” said Dak. “They say the babies will come out faster and easier if we fuck them now.”

“That’s amazing!” Kasyn gasped, and he literally drooled a bit, spit sliding over his lower lip and down his chin, so aroused was he at the notion of jamming his cock into the very pregnant Puck’s cunt. 

Puck chuckled and swabbed Kasyn’s drool off his chin with one finger and then sucked that finger into his mouth. “You’re so cute!” he said.

Kasyn and Dak deferred to the orchid boys as far as getting into a comfortable position given their swollen state, and once situated, the Earth boys each lowered their mouths to the Moon boys’ twats and tasted the sweet and glossy lubricant that oozed from their snatches. Kasyn wished he could do just this for a while, but his cock ached with the need for action; his balls had started to hurt, so congested with backed-up sperm that he had no choice but to fuck immediately.

Later, when comparing notes, Kasyn and Dak would both agree that Puck’s and Tier’s holes were almost impossibly tight on their dongs, almost like fists clenching over their rods, almost as if the Moon boys’ bodies were trying to keep these cocks out and their babies in. Later they would understand that the influence of the nearly birth-ready orchid boys’ intense pheromones had actually made their cocks knot inside those cunts much as Kyler’s had when he’d impregnated scores of them all those years ago, and sired these very boys who now carried his grandsons by Kasyn. Kasyn and Dak came simultaneously and spectacularly. They both cried out loudly and laughed and even sobbed a little bit as they emptied their massive loads of thick white ball-phlegm into the Moon boys’ chutes. Their cocks soon deflated and they slid out of these tight snatches, which expelled onto the sheet most of their jizz, and then something else: a gush of clear fluid jetted from both Puck and Tier’s pussies. Puck, very calmly, said, “It’s time. Maybe we should call up the doctor.”

In the time it took Phibes and a young midwife to reach Dak’s chambers, it was over: two newly-born boys, already alert and crawling, already nearly the size of toddlers, cooed and giggled at their boy-mothers. Kasyn and Dak stared for a long while at these strange creatures, at their shiny eerie black eyes. 


I rarely ever conduct a formal audience in the hot and cavernous Grand Hall, but I chose to do so this time in order present the maximum amount of formality and, hopefully, intimidation and discomfort to this church operative who had so rudely demanded my immediate attention. As I took my seat in the iron throne, itself on a dais which elevated me well above anyone on the floor of the hall, I still wished I had simply refused this meeting, but I felt that it would have been unwise at this point to ignore a demand from the Chaos Ejaculatum, particularly considering what I suspected had prompted this visit. 

And when I saw the Inquisitor himself, as he was led into the hall by the house guard, I knew that my suspicion was correct. This Inquisitor was the very same exorcist-priest that had accompanied Magran upon her inspection of my daughters’ sons by Kasyn. It was not possible that he’d been an eyewitness to what I'd done to her, when I'd pitched her off to her death in the Insemina River. We’d been out of view. When I’d gone back into the room where he’d waited, I’d made an excuse to send him away, and lied that I would be continuing my meeting with Magran outside on the veranda. But this revelation that he was not just a random priest but an Inquisitor of the Chaos Ejaculatum recolored my perception of what had really been going on at that meeting when Magran had brought this young exorcist into my house. 

“Thank you, Lord Kyler, for you cooperation with the Inquisition,” said the priest, his face hidden behind a more ornate version of the mask he’d worn when I’d last seen him. But the rest of his body—exposed from waist to neck and from knees to ankles, was exactly as I’d remembered. I recalled exactly the pattern of Cthulhist tattoos on his chest and abdomen and arms, and the tone and shape of his muscles that had hardened my cock that day and had made me regret not having created a situation in which I could have fucked his bulbous rump and left a heavy wet sample of Kyler-spunk in his gut.

“And what exactly, Inquisitor, is to be the nature of my ‘cooperation?’ Thus far, it is limited simply to me agreeing to see you! So what is it that brings you here unannounced?”

“Two matters that we believe to be intertwined, Lord Kyler. The first: the Ejaculatum believes that a possibly dangerous and unholy mutation has occurred, based on information gathered about the three offspring of your three daughters and your young husband. Second: the nektonic witch Magran has vanished. She has not been seen since an inspection visit of these offspring two days ago.” The priest looked up at Kyler, eyes hidden under his mask, unreadable. “We would like first to know if you have any insight into this second matter, the disappearance of Magran?”

I felt a chill rise through me, but it may have just been the cool metal of the throne against my thighs. “And why does the Chaos Ejaculatum care about a nektonic witch? Unless church doctrine has changed very recently, their sorcery is considered abominable.” 

It must be said, however, that things were changing in the Church of the Penultimate Dildo. In my own lifetime, it was once considered by them to be heresy to do business with the Cult Cthulhu, but now it was practically routine, as was evident from this Inquisitor who was also an obvious Cthulhist. As it has turned out, the facts of the cool vast cosmos and the Cult’s scientifically demonstrated abilities to interact with that vastness have intruded into the wholly fantastical belief system of the Church. “Indeed,” I continued, “I, and my father before me, as heads of this Aetheric House, have been repeatedly admonished by the Church for employing the services of Magran and others of her coven.” 

The Inquisitor’s mouth was fully visible despite the mask that covered most of his face, and the bastard actually grinned at me. And he said, “Be that as it may, Lord Kyler, we know that she has a special insight into the true nature of your family’s abomination pups, and we wish to consult her before finalizing our course of action.”

I imagined having my house guards pin this son of a bitch to the floor on his back. I imagined then straddling him and force-feeding him every inch of my cock, choking him nearly to death on my meat and my spunk. I said, “And what course of action would this be?” And when he did not reply promptly, I stood and shouted, my voice ringing in the Grand Hall: “You will tell me now, Inquisitor!”

He actually jumped back a step or two. Good, I thought. And he said this: “We require that you allow us to remove your husband’s testicles and bring them to our laboratory where we will install them in an axolotl device for further study. To see if we can unlock the nature and source of the abomination that he carries in his sperm.”

The very same thing that Magran had demanded! That I castrate Kasyn! As if! “That’s not going to happen,” I said. “Kasyn is my duly wed husband—wed in the Church, mind you!—and he is now the sire of several of my known grandchildren, and he will be accorded the respect due a prince of an Aetheric House!” 

“We expected that this would be your reply, Lord Kyler,” said the Inquisitor. “But we do not consider it to end this matter. Your cooperation will come one way or another.”

I stood again and descended from the throne and the dais, and I crossed in six swift strides the space between us. “How dare you threaten me in my own home!” Before he could react, I grabbed the sharp edge of his mask, right under his cheekbone, and pulled the black feathered thing from his head. I saw then the face of a boy, barely any older than Kasyn, but marked under his eyes and on his forehead with the icons of his cult. 

He smirked, an obvious attempt to hide his embarrassment at being unmasked before me and in front of the house guard. He said, “It is not I who is being daring, Lord Kyler. Now it’s you.

I announced the audience to be at an end, and I ordered the guards to escort our visitor from the compound. Later, while replaying this scene in my mind, I wish I had instead had the guards hold him still while I raped him as a retaliation for his arrogance and as a message to the Chaos Ejaculatum that this Aetheric House will no longer be bullied. Or perhaps this: my five sons and me taking turn after turn in his hole and eventually sending him back to the viziers of the Chaos Ejaculatum as a wholly fucked-out wreck.

But this reverie was ended when Kasyn called me via the aetherglass: “Kyler, you need to see this shit. We have some more boys. And they are growing fast!”

To be continued…

by Kyler Fey

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