A flash tale.
The citizens, all dressed in red titanium uniforms, were quietly milling about the town square, waiting for the lottery to begin. Some chatted, others were nervously silent. The sun blazed down unmercifully on the ancient festivities. It was 118 degrees, and still climbing.
The peculiar circumstance was, nobody was sweating. Their computerized uniforms kept them cool in the hot summers, and warm in the sub-zero winters. The Earth’s climate had been gradually changing for hundreds of years. The stupid environmentalists weren’t so stupid after all.
A giant of a rugged looking man with a striking chiseled face, wearing a dark purple robe, and a perfectly crafted golden lion’s mask, marched, as if he were a majestic king, to the center of the square. The imposing giant, with long raven hair, regally ascended the steps to the top of the black stone platform, where all the speeches were orated to the people, and their robotic aides, which accompanied the humans at all times. One always stood guard in a corner of their master’s bedroom, while they slept at night. Everyone slept exactly four hours each day. Not a minute more, or less.
The humans, and the robots were programmed to do so.
“Will the lucky citizen with number 69, please step forward, and receive your
prize,” shouted the giant in a deep commanding voice. His dark emerald eyes moved round the vast crowd of anxious men and women, all with flawless, white toothy grins plastered across their well tanned faces.
A handsome young lad, with shoulder length wheat-blond hair, in his late teens, rushed to the platform, waving a hand held high, with the ticket imprinted with the number 69 in embossed, metallic gold.
“I have it. Thank you my creator. He glanced up at the blue sky, in exaltation. I have won my life’s dream,” the youngster yelled for all to hear.
The crowd stomped up and down, clapping, and cheering as loud as they could. The ground shook beneath the thundering pounding of their black, knee length boots.
“Bravo! Bravo! You are the lucky one this year.
Enjoy, enjoy…,” they repeated over, and over, turning their faces to each other, and shaking their heads up and down in jubilation for the winner.
Then they all became dead still, opened their voyeuristic eyes wide, and stared with absolute intensity, at the handsome teenager, and the lion masked giant, with a rock hard physique.
The boy-man removed all of his clothing as if he was performing a sexy striptease. He had a dreamy, glazed quality to his dark chocolate eyes. He gazed straight at the giant, and never looked away. His sensual, undulating movements were mesmerizing.
The tension amongst the anxious crowd was growing at a blistering pace.
The giant rolled his long, glistening tongue around a thick, full pair of lips. He could already taste the warm saltiness of what was about to happen.
The giant pulled his robe off over his head, and threw it to the side. Now he was naked, too.
The crowd, mouths agape, bodies quivering, eyes bulging, drooled at what they were witnessing.
They collectively gasped, and then exhaled a deep sigh. The giant’s body was that of a bronze god, with rippling muscles, and strong broad shoulders, all parts in perfect proportion, except for his privates.
One old, blue-haired lady fainted when she saw how well endowed the giant was.
The boy-man looked down, blushed, and could feel his manhood beginning to rise. His mind went numb, and his body had completely surrendered itself to the giant. The man of iron smelled of musk and earthen, salty sweat. He lifted both of his gorilla size hands to the sides of the lion mask and removed it, revealing a most handsome face resembling Alexander the Great. The winner of the cherished prize felt faint, and weak in the knees. The moment was transcending him to another world. One, a virgin such as he, had never experienced.
The giant placed both strong hands on the boy-man’s shoulders, pulled him next to his smooth, firm chest, and kissed him full on the lips, deep and hard.
Their golden flesh glistened in the voyeuristic sunlight.
The crowd saw that the glorious giant was now fully aroused, and immediately they all went into a frenzied state of carnality. Their busy bees hands unzipped each other's uniforms, and the sex starved, ordinarily prudish puritans, were naked in less than a minute. The orgy erupted, and the odors of lust, and desire, wafted through the air, over powering all the crazed citizens’ senses, and transported them to a transient place ruled by primal instincts, and a complete sexual awakening.
Twisting, turning, and throbbing flesh, and entranced minds, were oblivious to everything, except what was happening to them at that singular moment. The past, and the future were meaningless. Their robotic aides stood by, immobile, and in a mode of respectful silence, until the orgy was over.
Six months later the young man gave Cesarean birth to a beautiful, raven-haired, green-eyed, three pound baby girl.
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