The Drifter Chapter One: My Origins

This is a memoir of my life on the planet Artemis, located in the Milky Way Galaxy, in the Kepler-37 system. I was a drifter, my life was full of adventures, sex, and more.

The sun beat down over the desert. The landscape was an unchanging field of sand with a small dune every now and then. In the far distance, the craggy peaks of the north range could be seen against the clear blue sky. Long ago, when the Epsilon Company first sent workers to the desert, a road was put in along with a hyper rail to allow shipments of supplies, materials, and workers to be delivered easier. The Epsilon workforce had been comprised of both freeman, and enslaved prisoners. The prisoners were acquired through a deal made with the planetary government, which went to a deal with the system government, which went up to a deal with the galactic government. After the deal was made, the prisoners were flown in on military frigates, and dropped off in the desert where Epsilon's own private military moved them into separate housing from the regular workforce. The workers spent their days drilling the earth searching for the precious elements that Epsilon sought. For a while everything went smooth, the workers would clear one site, then move to the next, then as whole regions cleared, a town might spring up of the freeman who had decided to join a program to help populate the planet. That was the way of life for the normal ones on this planet. I was not so fortunate.

I was born to prisoners. It wasn't uncommon. The female prisoners and the male prisoners had both been taken down to work on the Epsilon Company's projects. I was one of fifty children born in Camp B at the Southern Desert Site Alpha. I'm male, as were most of the other children. I'm a grey lynx, and I was very lean in my youth, but also fast. I also had no name. At my birth, I was given a tattoo that designated what Camp I belonged in, just like the others. At age ten, my childhood was over. I was put on a crew with other boys and we had the job of moving various things around the mining facility. We would bring tools to the repair shops, gas to the trucks, and any other supplies that might be needed. I had a friend, who was also similarly nameless like me, but he was a dog, a husky to be precise. He was very proud, and by the time we hit puberty, he was the one trying to get the girls attention the most. I just tried to stay out of trouble. Epsilon had a nasty way of promising freedom to the kids once they turned eighteen, but they usually used their connections to keep us in on false charges. So while my friend was stealing liquor to impress some girl, I kept out of site and counted down the days till I was free.

On a seemingly normal day when I was seventeen, I woke up to a usual morning, but it would end up as an important day in my life. At around four in the morning I woke up with a raging boner as I usually do. I spent about twenty minutes stroking my cock till I came, cleaned up my cum, then got dressed. I went out into the main room of our quarters, and saw my parents rooms door was open. I could see that my parents were going at it as usual, so I went outside just as I heard my mom scream as she came. I saw my friend, and as usual we went to the food line to get breakfast before work. We managed to get through the line without incident, clocked in at the mine, and began our day of labor. Since we were older, but not eighteen yet, we had more important duties. I was smelter operator in the refinery building. My simple job was to make sure that the smelter stayed at the right temperature at all times, then hit the release valve to let the pure metals head to the other machines in the complex. As I walked in, I tripped on the ground. I started to get up when I felt an extreme pain in my tail. The pain intensified as I heard an alarm go off. Other workers ran toward me, and I saw as my vision was failing that one of them had an emergency ax. I felt another sharp pain right as I lost consciousness. Two hours later, I awoke in the infirmary, while the one doctor told me about the accident. In my fall, I had knocked loose one of the supports for one of the sluices that transported the molten metal across the large room. Some of the molten metal hit my tail, and it had caught fire. Another worker cut it off with an ax while the others moved me away and stopped the fire from burning me as a whole. I was put off work for a year, and forced to live my home life, something I didn't relish.

As the year went on, a new group of prisoners arrived. One of them, a young, hot headed, white tiger named Sergei moved in next to me. I had met him on the way to work and he seemed like a good enough guy, even though he got in a lot of fights with some of the other prisoners. One night after a fight with my parents I had stepped outside for some air, not fresh air, just air. Sergei called to me, and I went over to his door to see what was up. "Hey Sergei", I said. "Hey. What was all the yelling about my friend?", He asked. "Oh nothing much, I walked in on them fucking, it happens a lot", I replied. " Sergei laughed, a deep hearty laugh. I could see his whole form moving from the force of the laughter, his muscular arms, his muscular, shirtless torso. I had never found a guy attractive like I did with Sergei. I felt my cock stiffen up and I knew it was visible through my work pants, I just new it. Sergei knew it too. "Hey friend, does seeing your mom's titties bounce make you hard like that?", He asked. "What, I uh, no its not like that, its uh", I tried to make a reply, but he beat me too it. "Maybe its me you're interested in?", He asked. I had nothing, I didn't want to say it. "Ah it is, you've got a thing for men, don't worry I do too", He said. "Really?", I asked. "Yeah, and women too, it's bisexuality, ever heard of it? Well, maybe you're just gay, who care right", He said. After that, our relationship began to grow, I would talk to him at night, until one day he invited me into his housing unit.

"We've known each other for a long time, and I think you want to get more involved", He said. "Yeah I do, I want to have sex", I replied. "Follow me, I'll be gentle", He said as he lead me to his bed. In his room, he pulled my close, and began to kiss me. We were standing up, and he grabbed my shirt, and lifted it over my head, breaking our kiss for a second. I then removed his shirt, and he pulled me in closer. I could feel his sturdy muscular frame against my lean body, and could feel his bodies warmth. Our kissing got more furious, as he pulled me down to the bed and climbed on top of me. He then broke away, and undid the front of my pants, and pulled them down to reveal my hard throbbing cock. He took my cock in his mouth, and began to suck it and work his tongue all over it. I almost came right there, but I didn't want it to be so early. He kept it up, sucking and tonguing my cock, sometimes taking the whole shaft in his mouth, I couldn't contain myself, and I felt my cum shoot out into his mouth. He then stopped sucking me, and laid back and undid his pants. I moved in and took his cock in my mouth and tried to do as he did. I couldn't take the whole shaft, so I used my hand to to work the base of his cock to get him closer to cumming. Eventually he came into my mouth, and I swallowed every bit of his cum, enjoying the salty flavor of it. I sat up, and looked at him, my cock throbbing again, and his limp. We stared at each other for a while, the when his returned to its erect position, I told him to fuck me. I then got on all fours with my virgin ass facing him, he asked me if I was sure, and I assured him. I then felt my asshole resisting something coming in, yet widening as big cock forced its way into my ass, once it was all the way in, he asked me again if I was sure. I again assured him, and felt him beginning to pull back, and just before his head exited, he thrust forward slowly. It continued slow for a while, then began to pick up speed as my ass loosened. Eventually he was going full force, pounding my ass. I was moaning in ecstasy as he kept thrusting into my ass. I then felt it as his cum shot forth into my ass and he held himself fully in me as it all shot out into me. Finally he pulled out, and I looked at him.

He was just about to speak, as the door to his quarters burst open. He told me to get dressed while he hastily put his pants on, and went to his closet. He came out wielding a pistol, an illegal item in the camps. He told me to exit through the window as he went to his bedroom door. I could feel cum dripping from my ass, but I complied and went out the window. I got onto the ledge that was on the building, and shimmied across to my window on my quarters. I was halfway there when I heard a pistol shot, followed by two shotgun blasts. I knew Sergei might be dead, but I didn't go back, I went into my window. He was my first love, and I abandoned him. The next day I heard the news. One of the prisoners had been killed in a guard raid because he was known to be smuggling guns for some sort of uprising. Turns out that wouldn't be my only time with a revolutionary, but I'll fill you in on that later. Anyway to conclude this first chapter of my life, my eighteenth birthday came, and I went to the Prisoner Recorders Office. I told the clerk that I was eighteen, and that I had no charges against me. Once that was clear, I asked him about getting a vehicle. I was told that my work accident and my hard labor allowed me access to a vehicle upon release, a deal that the Epsilon Company hadn't had to honor till now. I chose a big motorcycle. It was pretty heavy duty, but many flaws that I would find in it would make me realize why it was so easily given to me. I wouldn't trade it for anything though, because that bike was freedom. It was a symbol to me, and it would keep me going during my life as a drifter across the wastes of this planet. The planet, known as Artemis would try to kill me on multiple occasions, but I'm still drifting, leaving this memoir of my life to anyone that cares to read it. I have a name now, many names in fact, to some I am Leaf, because I blow in on the wind, to others I am Liberator, some call me Vengeance, while others call me Fury, Pain, or even Death, but the one name most use, is The Drifter.

End of Chapter One

The Drifter