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Master Daniel Series

Story: Master Daniel, Chapter 5: The Father, the Son, and the Spirit

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November 14, 2011

*** The Father *** I am less human than the men I had tortured. I did not consider them human.  They were depraved, a moral infestation on our great civilization that we’ve labored, with God’s help, for nearly a century to rebuild after the last world war.  Many worthy men and women had willingly devoted–and sacrificed–their lives to restore a devastated planet to a semblance of its former glory.  But these depraved abominations, who were not worthy of respect, of the rights due to humans, of God’s love and mercy, could serve no other purpose than as specimens for our scientific endeavors to protect our citizens and improve their lives.  Thus they served, even as I served, the greater good:  the citizens and government of planet Earth. Sacrifices were necessary.  The Depraved were expendable. So I believed … wrongly. I was a fool, a pawn of a government run by a mad but charismatic tyrant, whose insanity infected the entire populous with a power akin to religious and superstitious fervor.   In my service to the government–to him–and science, I had sacrificed my own humanity and thus became a monster. It is painful to look at myself, at my former colleagues,
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Master Daniel, chapter 4: The Depraved

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April 11, 2011

“Quick.  Stick it in,” the man whispered hoarsely as he bent forward at the waist.  The pitch-blackness accentuated the dank odor of the concrete basement and the two men’s shallow but rapid breathing.  The bent man gritted his teeth as rough hands groped his soft-skinned ass and spread the cheeks apart.  A thick cock, cone-shaped head moist with spit and precum, stabbed uncaringly into him.  He muzzled his scream with his hands, but a squeal managed to escape and echo alarmingly.  Tears of pain filled his eyes, but his heart jumped joyously in the confines of the ribcage.  All the scheming and lying were worth these few minutes of having his ass filled by a man, any man, even this bulldog-faced janitor with whom he had exchanged furtive glances for months.  The ubiquitous surveillance cameras made speaking openly or in double entendres behind closed quarters impossible. He jerked himself urgently, needing to climax as quickly as possible.  The janitor struggled to contain his gasps and grunts.  Both men clamped a hand over their mouths, panting through their noses.  The janitor’s cock jabbed relentlessly, swelling as his balls and guts tightened.  The men were trembling.  The bent man’s sphincter began contracting. 
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Master Daniel, chapter 3: Rick Moss

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April 11, 2011

It was a dildo.  No doubt about it.  Rick Moss eyed it suspiciously.  Why would a flesh-colored dildo be lying about on a seat in a transit capsule?  The dildo wasn’t meant for the inexperienced or someone easily hurt.  Only a man with a well-stretched hole could take the fat bulb.  And the length could pierce a man’s guts.  The partially formed testicles provided a wide base, with a suction cup bottom, for the shaft.  Rick picked up the dildo by the shaft and moaned.  It wasn’t just flesh-colored; it felt like flesh.  The dildo looked and felt just like Mike’s awe-inspiring phallus.  Lifting the dildo revealed a small folded piece of paper on the cushioned seat. “For you, Rick.  I know how much you miss him.  Love, Carl,” he read aloud. Rick sat down and rubbed the dildo all over himself, feeling the bell-shaped flanges of the head catch and bounce against the bulges and protrusions of his body.  His cock arced upward as it filled with blood and hardened.  Holding the dildo against his own cock, he marveled at how much bigger the dildo was.  His cock was large, but Mike’s had been godly.  Rick felt no shame
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Master Daniel, chapter 2: The Soldier

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April 11, 2011

War raged on Earth for many years.  One could see the explosive bursts of light across the dark hemisphere.  From outer space, it looked almost pretty like fireworks or blinking Christmas lights against a dark backdrop.  On the surface, it was hell.  Death and destruction occurred on incomprehensible scales every day.  The line between good and evil could no longer be defined.  Both were destroyers. It’s easier to think of death and destruction in general terms, but that was not an acceptable option for Daniel.  He had left remnants of his cells on Earth, microscopic organisms and tiny insects.  He heard the screams.  He felt hot blood and gore.  Explosions catapulted his cells and shockwaves slammed into him.  Fear, pain, rage, madness, loss, love, hatred, despair–the whole gamut of human emotions nearly overwhelmed him every moment.  Daniel could have cut the connection with his cells.  He was sorely tempted, but he chose to share in the horror and bear witness. If he could not intervene on Earth, he would at least not turn completely away. *** Blood from a dying soldier was seeping into a soil that had been recently churned up by heavy tires and showers of ammo.  His
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Master Daniel, chapter 1: A New Beginning

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April 11, 2011

(This is a continuation of the Young Master Series.) The curved walls were alive, smooth and warm like human skin.  They rose up in an angle fooling the eye into thinking they must meet high up with the distant walls of the cavern, forming a domed ceiling.  But they stopped twenty meters high, and nothing obstructed the view of the countless pinpoints of starlight.  The aperture gradually shrank until the man who had just walked through stared once again at a whole wall with no indications of an opening.  He removed his black fingertips from the tan wall and turned to marvel at the young forest, only a couple of weeks in the making.  A footpath of pact dirt meandered between the low rises of the forest.  His large black feet left deep prints in the dirt as he strolled through the forest, his hands spread out to the sides to touch the slim and smooth trunks of the birches that lined the path.  Further off from the path grew bushes, flowers, and a variety of deciduous and evergreen trees; their growth was visible to the naked eye.  The air was thick with moisture and the scent of trees and
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