Once upon a time A rich guy named Jack decided to try out this New cloning process that has become popular. He thought "I wonder if I got a clone of myself. How awesome that would be." So he went to a cloning laboratory, submitted his DNA, and thus began the process of creating his clone. About three weeks later, the cloners called and let him know his clo...
My name is Earl Dickins (bald headed black guy, 6'1, 295 pounds) and to be honest, I don't even know how to begin this little tale of mine. Hell, you probably wouldn't even believe me if I did tell you. I'm the eighteen year old son of Dr. Clyve B Dickins, world renowned scientist on the subject of human cloning. While the vast majority of the medical commu...
This is a continuous story. In order to understand it fully it is best to read it in its entirety, starting with Chapter 01. The story so far: Josh had been doing research at the UT Medical in Galveston to perfect a cloning technique that would allow the transfer of the human consciousness into a cloned but not sentient body, effectively just a human shell....
The winter wind ripped down the valley, tearing the exhaust from the sled's engine. He squinted into the weak sunlight as the road wound out of the shadows. The settlement seemed to sprawl around the volcanic vent, the houses looking for all the world like a parasitic infestation on the icy purity of the planet. "Welcome home, tay-Lor," his companion's voic...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** FOREWORD Thanks to Electricblue66 for allowing me to quote part of his unpublished manuscript [currently untitled], which Dane reads to Kian in the hospital. Thanks also to all the authors on this site whose work's inspired me to write in this genre. I'm a big fan. The...
With globs of my own cum laying on the floor, I quietly zippered back up and eased my way out of the master bedroom. I was sure that I had not given myself away, (inspite of my own loud moans of pleasure) and I had every intention of keeping it that way. Not that it mattered, though. I mean, shit, Pops had went through all of this trouble for my benefit. I h...
It was August 17th, 2053. One year to the day that my world ended. I was doing my worst habit, watching old videos of Ted. Everybody told me that would make it harder for me to move on. It wasn't helping me move forward, it was just keeping me stuck in the past. I knew that that was true, but I couldn't make myself delete the videos. I couldn't even avoid w...
Author's note: This story is about moving on after losing a loved one, and carries on from A Committed Boy. ❧ ❧ ❧ Dane had never been to a funeral before. In the movies, it was always raining. People stood around dressed in black, and there was always some hot bird crying into a hanky with a veil over her face. This funeral didn't have any rain. Or mou...
Pelaam© June 2008. Ch 08: Nemesis The luxury car was opened by an immaculately uniformed doorman for the smartly dressed executive. He slid comfortably inside, his emerald-green eyes running appreciatively over the car's interior. The seats were leather and roomy and, if needed, could be slipped into a fully reclined position. There was a laptop computer f...
I was dreading what was about to happen. My master was going to hurt me badly to ensure I would never rebel. I knew this for certain because I would do exactly the same if the roles were reversed. I could only hope that my affection for myself was strong enough to limit the pain. He left me tied up alone for hours, I was thirsty as I didn't drink the whole n...