SHORT STORIES by or inspired by ME

FOREWORD.

This is my contribution to the legend that was, BOBA FETT. That is the legend that he was before George “please stop” Lucas turned him into a  joke in the STAR WARS prequels.
I was a shy kid and didn’t have any friends and most of my early teens were spent writing the first three chapters of an uncountable amount of, what were sure to be best selling, novels, screenplays and short stories. This was also fuelled by the fact that I suffer from insomnia and as I didn’t have youtube, porn or social media on demand I would stay up sometimes till dawn… writing.
This is one of the better ones, or maybe one of the more favoured short stories I have written.

And if the stand alone Fett film coming soon is half as good as Rogue One I’ll be fan grilling out!

CALLOW SCARS.

He had only ever been truly amazed three times in his life. The first time was as a child. Hiding from several vicious assailants, crammed under some furniture he watched his entire family brutally killed, skinned and consumed in a bloody mess. Forced to remain silent the entire time lest he reveal himself.
The second time he was much older when he managed to escape the stomach bile of a Sarlacc creature on the planet of Tatooine. Left for dead, it was the same resilient will to survive that he showed as a child that returned to him then as he crawled out of the Sarlacc’s gaping jaws. However the encounter did not leave him unscathed. He now has a slight limp and the upper left side of his body shows barely any resemblance to a human, replaced by wires, metal and electronic workings.

The third was this moment…

Race Finovere of the Charame Alliance moved out of the shadows of his bodyguards and into view of the screaming crowd. Their screams were loud enough to drown out any mans thoughts but not enough to fill the emptiness Race was feeling at that moment. His father who had never left his side in his fourteen years was not with him this morning. For the first time in the young boys life he had disobeyed a direct order of his fathers and come to the planet of Maim…

“There is one reason and one reason alone that I think you must reconsider.” His father said slouched into his favourite old chair. There was one of these favoured chairs in nearly every room of the Palace. His father was steadfast amongst other things. “Maim can not be trusted and your life would be forfeit for political exposure and alliance gain.”
“Father” Race began making his father notice how his sons voice was too aged and confident for such a young boy. “It is because you only see the political side of this visit that you cannot understand that I must go. The alliance cannot rule planets on promises alone. The Empire has scorned these people badly, they need to see my hand extended and unafraid for them to trust us.”
His father looked upon his son with pride but the words he spoke were hard and void of affection. “If you go, you disobey me.” He pushed him self out of his chair and left the room, hiding the hurt in his eyes.
Race turned to look at Jozelle who had been sitting quietly in the corner of his bedroom during his father’s visit. Her tiny eyes were shrouded in a sea of freckles and seemed aloof to what had just transpired. Race knew better. He knew this girl better than anyone else, even his own father.

That night when they made love it had a greater intensity, the passion increased like desperate lovers that knew they would soon be torn apart from one another. Jozelle kept her thoughts to herself though Race knew very well that she agreed with his father. Her silent loyalty was reflected in the tears that rolled down Race’s face as they held each other. He could not tell her what he foresaw but he had a feeling she already knew…

The assignment had been a difficult one but the bounty he would receive for this assassination was greater than he had ever collected. It stunk of the Empire. Not his concern. Politics, leadership, who ruled the galaxy, all had no sway on him. He was alone and had always been. His isolation was his survival.
The young boy he watched address the crowd had power within him. His uncanny intelligence and rapid maturity also made him street smart. He was not the same as other boys and it was what they called, ‘The Gift’ that made him a powerful enemy to those that were not his friends. It was what they all feared the most. Watching him interact with the crowd made him think it should be the boy’s confident leadership and persuasion that they should have feared but then maybe the two went hand in hand.

His eyes did not waiver from the boy for a moment. He had patiently waited on the edge of a rooftop for three days. He had ignored the pains that cramped the remaining muscles in his body and the bugs that crawled within his armour. It had taken eight months to get this opportunity. He was not about to fail as many others had.
On his arrival he had soon discovered he was not the only one here to kill the boy. Three alleys down in the dirty gutters of the city, Arracmen blood had dried in a hard muddy pool around the large body it had drained out of. These mercenaries were never hard to sniff out but because it was near impossible to kill them, they didn’t care to hide themselves. They had three spinal cords all of which had to be severed and removed in order to bring them down. If only a segment of one of these remained in the body it would regenerate itself and the creature to full strength.
His left arm would have been torn completely off had it been human and not machine in the battle they had. Surprisingly there had been no others to challenge him for the prize. Maybe the Arracmen had eliminated his competition before he arrived.

Race finished addressing the people. Their cheers filled his ears. They called out his name and that of the Charame Alliance. The Alliance’s claim on Maim was a crucial one and one that they almost lost to the enforced fear the Empire inflicted upon the planet and its inhabitants. Race knew he had to come here in person. How else would they believe in the Alliance’s strength and their promise to stand with them against the tyranny of the Empire. His father knew this too but even this great gain was not enough to justify the great loss he so feared.
It was also because he knew his fathers fears to be right that he had come to Maim. One side of ‘The Gift’ or so they called it, was similar to that of premonitions. An understanding of why an event has happened was happening or was to happen. The first time this occurred was as a young child when he watched his fathers favourite steed run free out into the field behind their home. Race knew that the Gormeres, beast like dogs that roamed the woods nearby would have plenty of feed for their young that night. When he warned his father he was dismissed, as Gormere’s were never bold enough to come close enough to their home to ever pose a threat. It was the first time and last time his father did not listen to his son’s warnings. The future was shown to him three other times.

The third was this moment…

Race Finovere came in and out of his aim. He couldn’t use a viewfinder in case the lens reflected in the sunlight that drenched the city from three merciless suns overhead. He had to rely on his keen eye from years of training and practice. The boy’s personal guards were the problem. Four of them flanked the boy creating a square with him in the middle. They each held a deflector sphere and were individually trained to perfection in the use of the device, some as early as four or five years of age. A force field could spiral out from the metal object that fit comfortably in their hand at the speed of light encompassing the diameter of about five feet and strong enough to deflect even an Imperial Ti Fighter blast. These guard’s senses and response times were akin to that of a Jedi. These four men stood in the way of his bounty.
They watched every part of their surroundings, neither one looking in the same direction at the same time and between them all covering every direction. To hope and fire would only alarm them of his presence and nothing more. Only a direct kill would make the guards of the Alliance pause slightly but long enough for him to escape. It had to be a perfect kill. It was what he had been waiting for.
Race was leaving the stand as the dust swamped circular pit chanted his name. Voices from the surrounding buildings joined in. He was going to miss his opportunity.
It was then that Race did something unexpected. He sidestepped out of his personal guards protection. The movement caused a split second opportunity. That was all he needed. That’s also when he noticed that the boy was staring straight back at him.

They say Race Finovere has two sides to ‘The Gift’. The first being close to that of premonitions but the other is the ability to soul seek. It was known and proven that he could look into the darkest soul and replenish it.
Some superstitions believe that when you are born you pass through what they call a ‘Hall of Souls.’ Here, your life’s essence enters the shell of your body during its existence before returning to this place when you die to continue the cycle. There is also a belief that several beings in history have remained longer in this place as they have passed through, long enough for the two to make an unnatural connection. These few are said to have been able to access this ‘Hall of Souls’ to various degrees, at will. All have been assassinated for this ability. Race Finovere was the last and only known person to have this ability. An ability that the Charame Alliance had gone to great extremes to keep secret for obvious political and religious reasons. A secret can never remain one, it’s the nature of these things and there was a saying, “Look not into the boys eyes. He will look into your soul.”
In that moment Race knew why a gun was aimed at him. That he was part of what had started as revenge for a brutal act and had engulfed the victim and become all the revenged knew how to do. Love had been replaced by desolation. Conscience was replaced by apathy. Race saw all this, he acknowledged the pain that created it and offered to heal it.

As Boba Fett set his panel controls to hyperspace he reflected on the boy he had once been. A boy whose life had been ripped from him and radically changed. Close to the same age the heir of the Charame Alliance had been that day. That he was once human but that he was not any longer. The dead body of Race Finovere in the dusty town of Maim was evidence that even his soul he had forfeited. There was no regret. No sense of loss.

Race Finovere had stepped out of his guard’s protection for a reason. The same reason that brought him to the planet of Maim. It had nothing to do with the Alliance. He had not known for certain what the outcome would be, that his chest would be blown out and his organs spread several feet from his body, covered in dirt. For this reason he had not told anyone why he had come to Maim. Why he had stepped out of the protection of his guards. For this reason his secret was now his alone.

THE END.

A short story by Rogan Richards.

“Around half way through Europe my bubble burst. I started hearing reports from Italy that the Vatican was trying to ban my show.”

So I’m in Rome, and Mike Anthony AKA D BOY and I decided to do a photoshoot at the Church of San Giovanni in Piazza San Giovanni. I rocked up to the apartment he’s crashing at a few hours earlier without having dinner, but arriving with my camera, and a bottle of rum for him and whiskey for me. We can all see where this is going…

So we start in a mirrored bedroom with D in heels, black undies, cap and smoking cigarettes, and we consume what must have been a shit load of booze. I don’t know if it was because I haven’t eaten or I am 10 kilos lighter but unbeknownst to me I get drunk. Then D Boy pulls out a USA backpack that he bought in a Chinese shop in Spain and wants to do a location shoot with it.

I follow him to the fore mentioned location and he gets his gear off, wearing only my #dontyouknowmyshoesarefamous yellow Adidas kicks, red GoGo shorts, black cap and this cheap ass back pack.

This wasn’t a XXX shoot, but I guess thinking back on it now, D BOY in skimpy red shorts would have stood out like a lighthouse with his milky white skin! The stupid thing was we had actually wrapped up the shoot when I remembered I had Mousey in my pocket and I said to D BOY, “Quick, let’s get a few with Mousey!” Which was when two cop cars pulled up, like in the scene in Baz Luhrmann’s, Romeo and Juliet, at the steps of the chapel after Romeo had popped a cap in Tybalt.

D BOY quickly puts his clothes back on as the police officers approach us speaking English and Italian, asking what we are doing. D BOY starts talking to them in Italian and all of a sudden none of them speak English anymore. There’s a bitch cop full of attitude, seriously she was a dyke or compensating for not having a cock, and 3 blokes. I approach the she-bitch and the guy next to her and try to communicate with them. They speak Italian back to me and I point out that they were both speaking English a few seconds ago, to which the wanker dude replies, “You are in Italy. You speak Italian”.

D’s doing most of the peace treaty talk. They all seem focused on him, I think of a quick getaway but realise I don’t know where Mousey is? The little shit probably ran off at the first sign of trouble. Eventually they ask to see the photos and I show them. Then they ask me to delete them. Horrified I say, “Why?” They look at me weird so I may have mumbled something incoherent, as I was drunk. (Unbeknownst!) Regardless, I will not compromise my art and defend it till my dying breath! There’s a lot more talk which I don’t understand. I’m trying to reason with them but I think I’m just pissing them off more than anything.

All of a sudden one of the guys opens the police car doors and tells us to get in. At which point D BOY points out that if they had anything on us they would have arrested us already. This only fuels my foolish rebellion as I really don’t want to delete my pictures and decide to fight for my rights as an artist and proclaim, rather dramatically, “Arrest me then!” And jump in the car. The guy then tells me to get the fuck out at which point I have a moment of clarity about my situation and where I am and quickly jump out of the car.

Another bloke takes D BOY aside and in between asking him advice on steroids, tells him they don’t give a fuck about the photos but they were called here due to complaints and need to resolve the issue. He then goes on to explain the crazy Aussie can delete the pictures or we can all go back to the station and nothing will actually happen to us but it will take up the rest of the night. D BOY translates and I wonder why they just don’t smack our asses and tell us to piss off while I eye the female officer cause she’s a cunt.

I eventually give in, or maybe its instantaneous, as time is unaccountable for when you’re pissed. I painfully go through the entire shoot with cunt face and the guy that spoke to D and delete all the pictures they think are disrespectful to the FKIN church I’m standing in front off. I try to sneak over a few all the while hoping no cock shots pop up outta the blue. Finally happy they have upheld the law we are allowed to go.

Here are the only images saved from that night…

We walk home. I vomit in the toilet and pass out.

The end.

Oh, Mousey was in D Boy’s pocket the whole time laughing his little face off.

I’m in Madrid and it’s the day after Halloween. I’d just wrapped the shoot for Martin Mazza’s Oh my GOD! Magazine article and I text a mate who I knew had gone to the WE party the night before and was probably still going at it. He replies saying he has two hot guys at his apartment and that I should come join. My cock got hard instantly, I took a picture of it and sent it to him saying, “I’m bringing this with me, warn the other guys!”

I rock up and the apartment has that, we haven’t slept, vampire dim, male sweat and sex smell to it. My mate meets me with a wicked smile and as I walk past the bedroom I see two naked bodies lying on the bed. I strip all my clothes off down to my favorite cock ring. (Courtesy of Jesse Jackman and Dirk Caber.) My mate grips my nipple rings hard and my cock starts throbbing with anticipation. I move him around, pulling down his jocks and thrusting my cock in-between his butt cheeks. He stops me, and tells me to slow down. I remember there’s people to meet and walk into the bedroom and am met by two very different blokes…

One’s around my height and size but is thick like a rugby player not defined like a bodybuilder, thick legs and a good big ass, roman facial features. Handsome. As commanding as this big guys presence is it can’t over power the allure the little guy has. Even without actually doing anything the energy that comes from this guy over powers everything else in the apartment.

Introducing, BOOM! BOOM!

He’s tiny, this kid comes up to my chest, compact athletic body, firm and proportioned with the cutest “little” white bubble butt I’ve ever seen. His smile screams trouble and his eyes match mine with that glint of mischievousness. He’s beautiful. For some reason I mistake them as boyfriends because of something someone says. When playing with a couple the rules change slightly for me to respect their relationship first and foremost, having been in bad 3 ways in the past where my boy has felt left out.

Introductions done. Lets fuck.

I lie on the bed next to the big guy and our lips meet as BOOM! BOOM! and my mate both work my cock and balls over with their mouths. I’m in heaven. I wrap my arm around the big guy forcing his face hard into mine and reach down grabbing the back of BOOM! BOOM!’s head forcing him down on my cock so my hard meat is thrust deep down his throat. While I do this my mate moves up and starts to chew on my chest. I thought I was in heaven but now I’m somewhere better! I move my hand to my mate’s head, forcing his face deep into my thick pec. I look down and meet BOOM! BOOM!’s eyes as he works my cock over. When our eyes meet we both smile at each other like we’re in on a secret dirty joke. It’s hard to explain if you haven’t had this happen to you when you’ve met someone for the first time and you just get each other sexually without any talking needed. So I have my mate still biting down on my left nipple and the big guy reaches up with his hand and squeezes my right one. BOOM! BOOM! has his mouth full of my hard cock, after fucking, this is the next best thing.

My mate gets up and leaves the room to go do something and I turn to the big guy and ask him if he’s vers expecting him to say he’s a top but he tells me he is. Three hot bottoms and me. Nice…

I get on top of the big guy on all fours, my ass in the air, my intention to get into missionary position and fuck this big dude and make him my bitch. All of a sudden there’s a face deep in my muscle ass. Working it with the same enthusiasm he did my cock is BOOM! BOOM! This kid is ticking all the boxes and is like an energizer bunny. He’s doin such a good job licking my hole out and working over my muscle cheeks I stop paying any attention to the big guy and just moan. I spin around and grab the guys face and shove my tongue down his throat tasting my ass on his mouth. I can wrap one arm around him and I do and pull his tight body into me, pressing him up against my pecs and abs. We are still kissing and my hands find his ass. As soon as I cup his little bubble butt in my hands and feel how tight and round his cheeks are I shove him down and go at his ass with my face. My hands go between spreading his ass cheeks open and squeezing his thick legs. He’s got good legs. One of the first things I noticed is his body, tiny as it is, is totally in proportion.

I stop. I want to rape this kid bad, throw him around the room and fuck him like I wanna rip him a new hole. I have a funny feeling he’s thinking the same thing. But I stop myself because who I think is his boyfriend is lying there next to us and I can’t figure him out. I don’t know if he’s lazy, drug fucked or just happy to lie there, do nothing and watch the show. In any case I feel the best thing to do is remove myself from the situation so I can get a lid on the beast that was about to be unleashed on BOOM! BOOM! and walk out of the room.

The other two follow me out of the bedroom and we start having a few drinks and talking. Chill out time. That’s when I ask them how long they’ve been together and they tell me they’re not a couple. (Can I have a “fuck yeah!”) At this point I’ve lost all interest in the big guy, I’m just getting no vibes off him and hey, he just might not be into me. Ah…maybe he’s shy? In any case my mate takes the big guy into the bedroom.

Can I get another, “fuck yeah!”

But it’s like BOOM! BOOM! is one step ahead of me, he’s looking up at me with a smile that says “About time!” We both want it. We both know it. His cock is rock hard and so is mine.

I have him down on his back on the couch and I push my cock inside him slowly at first but don’t wait too long before I grab the top of the couch with both hands for grip and thrust my dick as deep as I can, spreading his tight hole open. And BOOM! BOOM! moans out load. I’m not a size queen, I don’t have the biggest cock. When I fill out sex profiles I click the large box not the extra large but there’s something about when I push my cock all the way into an ass and the feeling shoots through the guys body and out his mouth in a load moan that makes me feel like a God.  I get off on getting guys off on me. BOOM! BOOM! Says to me, “Come on, baby.” And that’s when I realize for his size this kid is one tough fucker. I start laying into him, he quickly grabs his nuts holding them up so that they don’t get squashed as my hips ram up against him, my hard black cock slamming in and out of his tight white hole, and the whole time, BOOM! BOOM!’s smiling at me. (This kid is a complete surprise.) My thick legs are resting on the couch spreading his legs so that my thick hungry cock has full access to his tight hole. Something about watching my dark thick quads with his smaller but thick white ones pressed up against them as I’m thrusting gets the Alpha in me fired up. His head and shoulders are being pressed into the back of the couch, this crunches his pecs and abs making them pop. I grab his hands and place them on my nipple rings but he’s hesitant to squeeze them. They’re not FKIN pierced for decoration!

I pull out and stand up pulling him onto his feet with me. This guy bounces up with a puppy dog expectance in his eyes, I know he’s thinking what you got for me now big guy? I bring his hands back to my nipples and tell him, squeeze. He squeezes and I say harder. He does, I say harder and he does, I say harder and he goes home on them. The pleasure shoots through my pecs, down my abs and into my fully hard cock that starts bouncing and I growl.

I move him in front of a mirror. I watch my massive muscular dark frame pressed up behind his small white body as I fuck him and I get so turned on. My massive guns wrapped around his compact torso, pulling him into my pecs and abs so that I can feel his back rubbing up against me. I have to squat a little but that just makes my quads and hammies pop as I fucked him and that makes my cock harder again. I feel it throbbing in his arse. Then I grab his shoulders and push him down so he’s totally bent over, I then grab his hips and start pumping his ass as hard and rough as I can. And he takes everything I got to give him.

We move back to the couch and I throw him down so he is kneeling on the couch facing the back his round bubble butt facing out. I kneel down on the couch behind him and slide myself inside. I stay high so as my cock goes inside it grinds on the roof of his hole. I move it in and out like this slowly enjoying the grinding sensation. And he loves it. I then move my hips a little lower grab the couch seat on either side of him and start pounding again. In this position my arms, pecs and abs are all FLEX!ed and pumped and his back is slamming up against them with each hard thrust. This time I stop because I’m gonna cum and I don’t want to cause I have my HardKinks shoot the next day and wanna save my juice up.

The other boys come out of the bedroom again and my mate says he needs to get some rest. The party’s over. We say our goodbyes and me, BOOM! BOOM! and the big guy leave. Outside the apartment the big guy walks away I turn to BOOM! BOOM! and ask, “Where’re we going?” He smiles and tells me to follow him. Or rather in his German/Brazilian accent tells me, “Come with me, baby.” I tell him I’m gonna call him, BOOM! BOOM! He replies, “Ok, then I call you my Bodyguard.”

We fucked all night long, in the lobby of his apartment building – there’s a good mirror there – in his bed room, on his lounge room table, in the kitchen… what can I say, he’s BOOM! BOOM!

And the little shit made me cum.