*All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18, in case it's not obvious or mentioned.
*Thanks to Alwaysready64 for his help editing this because we become blind to our own mistakes.
I will warn beforehand if a chapter has any special erotic categories in them that fall outside of the story's assigned category. This is a long story intended to span many chapters, if you are looking for a quick fix this probably won't be for you.
Edited 8/27/2019 by PastMaster
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My name is Anthony Nathan Thompson. I go by Nathan and my friends call me Nate. Really annoying friends call me Ant. I'm a pretty good-looking guy; blonde haired, blue eyed and extremely fit from years of martial arts training. I'm 6'3 and 210 lbs. of solid muscle. I guess I am running away from my problems. You see, my dad is a two timing, abusive, controlling jackass who happened to work for a genetics research firm and colluded with some researchers to use me as a human guinea pig. My DNA has been altered but I don't know what they did and I have been left figuring out what's been done through trial and error.
My father is a big guy 6'5 and 280 lbs., he has green eyes and thinning brown hair ,and he is average looking at best. I got my build from my father and my looks from my mother. My father started out working for an insurance firm and when he got his CPA he started working in a bioengineering firm (AdvantTech) as an accountant.
I try not to judge people by just the bad things they have done and to his credit he wasn't all bad. He did provide for us and we had a nice enough house in a nice area. I looked up to my father until I was 6 when I realized that he was hurting my mother.
He made sure I stayed active and forced me to take martial arts since I was eight. My father abused my mother infrequently, however when he did, he beat her pretty good. Often there was no rhyme or reason for it, if he got stressed at work or the market took a dip then he took it out on her. One time he slammed her into a wall after throwing her across the room because she cooked the steak well-done not medium-rare.
I was eight the first time I called the police on him, I anonymously gave the DA pictures I took to help prosecute him. However, he had a good lawyer and the charges were reduced to misdemeanors after a plea agreement. He was forced to attend anger management for a year, had to pay some fines and do some community service. Needless to say, we weren't the best of friends after that. He stopped hitting my mother for a couple of years, but even then, you could see the anger seeping out of him. After a while he started back up with the verbal abuse which lead to physical abuse once more. Over the years it became harder to stop him because he got better at hiding it and made sure to leave no marks for the police. My mother was a typical abuse victim and often defended him and wouldn't testify against him so it went on for much longer than it should.
When I was fourteen, he got drunk at Christmas and became bolder and more blatant and he started slapping mom around. I got between them to stop him despite the size difference ( I was barely 5'10 back then and 170 lbs. soaking wet). He tried to grab me in order to throw me out of the way but with my years of training in kickboxing, Judo, and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, I was agile and quick to react and I easily avoided him. My father was in the Navy in Vietnam so he was no slouch. If he got in a good hit, I was afraid it would be over so I gave him a round-house to the head (which I think just pissed him off) and he responded like an angry bull and charged at me. I used his weight and momentum against him and flipped him into the coffee table, then followed that up by grappling him in what normally would be a submission choke (during training) but I didn't allow him to tap out. The cops were called out because my mother was worried my father might kill me but when they found us I was kicking the shit out of him despite his lack of consciousness. My father separated from my mother after the altercation, but he stayed in the house until I was 16 when they finally divorced.
One of the side effects of my genetic alterations is that I only need thirty minutes to two hour's sleep a night; and I am, for lack of a better expression, hyper-horny. I consider myself a good guy but I feel like I'm losing control sometimes, especially my sex life. I'm not talking about dealing with normal teenage sexual frustration. Consider your normal teenage libido times ten, then add to that fact that the women I come in close proximity to, seem very willing to accommodate my urges. But, I don't know what effect they might have to a fluid exchange or if I might get carried away and hurt them. So I used to masturbate a lot, but without satisfying my needs, as I would fully recover in a couple of minutes. The doctors prescribed me drugs that didn't work, then I saw a psychiatrist who had me work on mind strengthening techniques and prescribed more drugs that didn't work.
I gave up on the psychiatrist after a while but I did some further research on extreme willpower strengthening. Essentially, you recite a mantra while performing a 'stressful' (painful or life-threatening) activity, then increase the duration of the activity thereby mastering your mind over your body. The thing is, in order for it to work there needs to be a temptation of an easy way out. In essence you are choosing to do the hard and painful thing over the easy non painful in order to force a path of most resistance.
I chose underwater swimming as my mental training. Essentially I swam underwater for long periods of time while reciting my mantra in order to see how long I could go without coming up for air. I would do it until I couldn't take the pain anymore and I would repeat it until I got longer times under the water. Now, when I want to have an 'unbreakable will', I recite my mantra in my mind and by association it gives me the same strength of will I used to fight the pain during my training. My mantra was a war song that sung of the horrors of WWII by U2 called 'A Sort of homecoming'. Anyway, it helped me fight my altered state's control over me, but I needed to get stronger.
I had my first sexual experience with an older friend of my mom when I first turned 18 back in February. She was in town for a conference and she snuck me her hotel key while visiting my mother. She wasn't much to look at but she didn't live anywhere near us and was more than willing to teach me a thing or two. I learned the proper way to go down on a woman and we even tried most of the Kama Sutra positions. One thing I learned that she didn't teach me was that sex actually takes some of the edge off of my hyper-horniness in a way that masturbation never did.
Although I attract every girl I see, I'm afraid of what I'll do to them and I'm afraid of 'loose lips sinking ships' that comes with a girlfriend and I have yet to find a girl I trust with my secrets. The only sex I was willing to have until I found 'the one' was discreet and casual, so normally I looked for older women in their 30's. Mexico looked attractive because even if I didn't find a girl to be with there were legal prostitutes I could visit that wouldn't ask any questions and I could use to get some peace of mind.
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It was the end of June and I'd decided to visit my grandfather in Mexico whom I haven't seen in years,because I was on probation; I used to visit him every summer. I'm 18 and legally an adult and although I am immune to the effects of alcohol, it doesn't hurt that the drinking age in Mexico is 18 because it tends to attract girls my age looking to party. Also, nobody of consequence knows me there except my grandfather. I just needed a place to think and where I could do what I needed to do without judgement.
I am very wealthy but no one knows although my parents might suspect as I do have a trust fund that I inherited from my father's parents when I was two. The will specified that I would receive all of their estate and that all assets would be sold and put in a trust that I wouldn't have access to until I was 21. My father was disinherited for reasons I don't know and so the will specified that my parents would not have access to my trust but they knew it was close to a million to start. My grandparents' financial planner was assigned to manage the account until I could take possession of the trust on my 21
st
birthday (once again a stipulation of the will).
Dave, my financial planner, was very aggressive as well as wise with my money. When the internet bubble in 2002 hit, he had already liquidated everything and was buying when everyone else was selling. When the real estate crash of 2008 hit he once again was ready to invest and bought tons of foreclosures for half their worth, banks were eager to dump the properties and my portfolio grew. He then got risky became a venture capitalist and invested in 10 start-ups. Nine went bankrupt within the first two years but the tenth was bought out for over 2 billion dollars. As administrator of my trust he was allowed to get a fraction of the portfolio's net worth (0.05%) each year as fees for management so he was motivated to grow it as much as he could. I was lucky in that he was an honest guy and never tried to rip me off and I was glad my grandparents picked him.
When I turned 18 he informed me, that as I was the beneficiary of the trust I was allowed to receive interest and dividend payments from the trust once I was of age. He had been setting aside this money, which he also managed, for me and he turned over access to the private investment account to me. There wasn't much interest-bearing investment nor dividends except in years when he liquidated However this money, over time, also grew into just under 5 million dollars. The total trust assets, including real estate holdings, were estimated to be 980 million. He mentioned that as an adult I could choose a different administrator; however full access to my account would still not be available until I turned 21, as per the terms of the will. I trusted Dave as my grandparents trusted him, especially since he proved himself so successfully over the years. I let him know I was doubling his fees to 0.1% (which is almost 1 million per year).
No one knew I was almost a billionaire and I wanted it to stay that way. So, I never told anyone, and I took great pains to keep my secret. Dave signed a confidentiality agreement which had stiff penalties attached if my wealth were leaked due to him or his office. But, he proved to be really good and I had great confidence in him.
My money wasn't the problem I was running from, and I chose Mexico because it was harder to track me there and I figured Mexico would give me another perspective. Hell, it couldn't hurt to do a little partying either after all I was young, dumb, and really full of cum.
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"George! Buddy!" I cried.
"What's up?" he probed suspiciously, knowing I wouldn't call him and talk to him that way unless I wanted something from him.
"Want to go down to Ensenada with me?" I cajoled. "I know we only talked about it half-assed before with no definite plans but I'm going with or without you. You in?"
"Man! What about us finding summer jobs and shit?"
"Come on man, we're only eighteen once and I just inherited a little bit of money and I really need my best friend with me. As far as money goes, I got your back. Besides it's Mexico, the beers are cheap and we could stretch our party dollar farther out there. We could camp out at El Faro Beach, it's only $15 a night and I'll take care of the expenses, so what do you say?"
"Hell yeah! Let's do it."
We went over some plans, I packed up my stuff and headed over to his house to pick him up in my Wrangler 4X4. The wrangler had a diesel engine that I rebuilt myself in my spare time. I let my mom know I would be gone for maybe a month and that I would try to call her whenever I could. Off we went down the 405 to the San Diego Tijuana border crossing.
"What's up Nate, why so glum?" George interrogated. "You should be excited, it's party time!"
"I just have a lot on my mind."
"Dude, we have been best friends our whole lives, you know I'm not going to just let it drop. When are you going to spit out what's bothering you?" he asked. "Besides, if you hold it in too long, it will eat a hole through your stomach."
"Ha, ha, if you only knew how impossible that would be."
"What are you talking about, man?"
"I guess I trust you but you need to swear that you will never ,under any circumstances, even if you THINK someone already knows, that you won't ever mention this to anyone..." I said with the most serious tone I could muster.
