The Human Bearer

26.

Being pulled away from that mating frenzy was a blessing, not only because it removed him from the way of many horny Xenos, but also because he was starting to feel the effects of the overpowering smell of seth. It was also an aphrodisiac, although no one had told him that. Of course, there was no need for that, because he felt his cock hardening under his huge belly. If any human getting on Xeno wasn’t already a slut, he was sure to become one because of getting pumped with that thing. Riordan wasn’t entirely sure he hadn’t been a slut before, but definitely not one as willing as he was now.

Kanto was taking them to his quarters, and, once inside, all the noise from the hallways died down. The air here was pleasant and cool on his feverish skin. Riordan swallowed hard as the Xeno took his distance but without letting him out of his sight. His pupils were dilated, and his nostrils were flaring. Riordan had seen enough of those signs to know what they meant. No matter how cool these creatures thought they were, they were not that different from humans.

Kanto was horny, horny as hell, and horny for him, which meant all sorts of trouble. Riordan took a step back and then another until his back was plastered against the door.

“If you leave, I cannot guarantee your safety,” Kanto said in a deep stern voice.

He appeared to struggle a great deal, and Riordan really didn’t want to stretch the guy’s patience and restraint beyond what was possible. “I won’t leave, but can you please call Xana? I guess you want me to be out of your hair as much as me.”

Kanto held his eyes on him and slithered closer. Riordan was sure that if he tried more, he’d become one with the door. “What happened to Kyle?” he asked loudly, hoping that Kanto would snap out of his horny trance. “My bot?”

“Oh, yes, another peculiarity of yours, naming machines,” Kanto commented. “It can be repaired in case of damage. Don’t worry about it.”

“Him,” Riordan said stubbornly. “He’s my homie.”

“A strange human term. But, you see, Riordan,” Kanto said and moved by his side, placing one arm above him and leaning over, “you are nowhere near your home planet, so such words have no meaning.”

He tilted his head back to keep his eyes on Kanto, not because he was crazy to maintain eye contact with those hypnotic green pools, but because he was more scared that Kanto would do something to him if he didn’t, at least, warn him with his eyes.

Despite his better judgement, he raised one hand to touch Kanto’s face. “For a Xeno, you know, you’re pretty handsome.” The fuck he was saying? “You should get a bearer for yourself, you know?” Phew, saving the situation was hard, and it wasn’t the only thing that way. Resisting Kanto’s sexiness from this close was impossible. Riordan closed his eyes. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why?” Kanto’s voice was loaded. “You were given to me.”

“Yeah, well, about that, you know very well that it cannot work. I mean, despite being horny like this… why the fuck is everyone so horny?”

Kanto chuckled and caught his chin, coaxing him into opening his mouth. “You don’t know. That carrying pouch has started giving birth.”

“Lewis? For real? But isn’t this supposed to be a big event or something? How come we weren’t announced?”

“He is a bit early, indeed, but only because those youngsters cannot keep their hands off him.”

“The fuck?” Riordan frowned and tried to move his head away from Kanto. “Are you saying that they fucked him into labor?”

“I suppose that’s how you would call it. I can assure you, since I learned from your master that you’re very interesting in that human, that he’s experiencing a great deal of pleasure right now.”

“Do births always give you guys boners?” Riordan needed to focus on calling Xana but that required quiet and focus, and he had none. He couldn’t leave Kanto out of his sight. “Dude,” he protested, as the high commander snuck his tail under his robe and began wrapping it around his leg, “this is the kind of thing you’ll regret tomorrow.”

“I can’t see why. My desire for you is natural. And you belong to me.”

Fuck. Riordan was about to start yapping his mouth again when a thump against the door startled him. Kanto suddenly straightened up and listened. His lips twisted into a sneer, and Riordan took his chance. His captor and savior was obviously caught up in one of those communications of theirs, and the thumping that continued against the door had something to do with it.

He closed his eyes and tried to gain focus so that he could reach Xana and cry for help.

Kanto, open the door or there will be consequences.

High commander for you, counselor.

Xana was there. That was a relief. But he was engaged in a battle of wills with Kanto, and the latter had the advantage of a one-foot thick steel door between them. Riordan could tell Xana was pissed already but not even a Xeno could destroy a door like that… not before he escort bayan got fucked in all holes by the horny high commander. And there was no way he could let that happen.

So, he quickly slid away from Kanto, ready to hide until Xana forced it through the high commander’s thick skull that he shouldn’t mess with his property. He was barely one foot away that Kanto’s tail caught him and brought him back.

I won’t hesitate to kill you.

That was Xana again.

I accept the challenge, counselor. The bearer is worth the sacrifice both of us are willing to offer.

“No fucking way!” Riordan shouted. “Are you both nuts?” His speaking out loud finally drew Kanto’s attention, pulling him out his telepathic conversation. “Why would you even do that? No way, absolutely no way! I’m not letting you kill yourselves over a piece of tail, no matter how nice, like mine is.”

“You don’t have a tail.” Okay, so this snakeboy was like the rest, trying to make sense out of whatever left his mouth, and that confusion worked to his advantage.

“I’m going to open this door and get Xana,” Riordan said. He had no idea how to do that. Before, the door had simply opened in front of him. Kanto was controlling it, without a doubt.

“No. I have no intention to share you with your former master.”

“Former master? Damn, and you think yourselves so freaking cool and rational and shit. You’re all a bunch of idiots, high on seth and sex.”

The thumping on the door had stopped, and Riordan’s heart sank. What was going on? What was Xana doing, leaving him here with Kanto? He didn’t have time to think as Kanto wrapped his tail tightly around his lower body and then put his bifurcated tongue into his mouth. From this point onward, he’d only fight a losing battle. Kanto was ready to have his way with him, and Riordan knew that he wouldn’t be able to release himself from that tight embrace. He wanted to sock the high commander in the face, but all will was leaving his body, and he was soon nothing but a doll in those strong arms. A doll that was going to get fucked soon.

Suddenly, a crushing noise startled him. Not Kanto, though, who was now too far gone while kissing his mouth at length, and making him let out small horrified moans.

Xana, please, I love you…

Kanto was pulled from him so brutally that Riordan felt like someone was pulling out his tongue. He doubled forward and fell to his knees. Quickly, he raised his head and saw Xana wrapping his muscular tail around the high commander, with a resolute and frightening look in his green eyes. He must have found the way through the ceiling like Lewis’s husbands had used that time, when saving the high commander from the attackers. The element of surprise quickly wore off, and Riordan witnessed in horror as Kanto overpowered Xana and pushed him away, only to throw himself at him with all his strength.

Now, they were both on the ground, their tails turned into weapons, trying to squeeze each other to death, while their tongues slithered in and out, making hissing sounds.

“Stop it!” Riordan cried out. “Please, don’t do this.” He held his belly and moved on his knees towards the two fighting Xenos.

They both stopped, much to his surprise, and they sniffed the air. Both, at the same time. What the hell was going on? Riordan got himself to his feet, and then, he felt it. There was so much wetness between his legs that it made squelching noises as he moved. He lifted his robe and stared at himself, scared for real. “Xana,” he whispered, “am I giving birth?”

“Not yet,” Xana said, “but you are irresistible.”

Riordan barely had time to yelp as both snakemen were soon all over him, undressing and kissing him, prey to the same mating frenzy as the guys outside. All thoughts of fighting each other seemed gone from their minds. And not like Riordan felt anything else but the need to get penetrated and fast. He spread his legs and moaned. Fuck these stupid Xenos was his last clear thought before his mind delved into a sweet darkness as soft and consistent as molasses.

Two tongues in his mouth, two tails touching him everywhere, and two hungry cocks searching an entrance to his body. There was no doubt in his mind as he was hiked up, moved about, manipulated as if he didn’t weigh a thing, and they were all standing. He locked eyes with his beautiful Xana as his master penetrated him from the front, while Kanto was behind him, sliding his considerable cock along Xana’s. Under any other circumstances, this kind of stretching would have made him howl in pain, without a doubt, but he felt nothing like that. No, the only thing he felt was a pleasure so immense that it engulfed everything.

Xana caressed his shoulders and his face, while Kanto wrapped his around his chest, playing with his nipples. Even without looking, Riordan knew that his tits were spilling milk, and a sweet flavor caressed his nostrils. His master licked his skin everywhere and fed on görükle escort his milk that his rival was delivering right into his mouth this way. Riordan threw his head back, unable to resist or say a thing. And then, the two tails, so bent on squeezing the life out of a Xeno only moments ago, wrapped around him, until they reached his mouth. The only thing he could do was to suck on both of them, get high on the seth they were delivering, until his mind was a mess.

He was only vaguely aware of his body jerking with the force of the double penetration of his ass. And the only desire in him was to spread his legs more and get fucked as if two cocks of that size weren’t enough for him. Sex with Xana was crazy, but this topped it. Riordan moaned and voiced his pleasure over and over, in the rare occasions that the tails left his mouth only to penetrate it again, fighting for dominance and going deeper each time.

From one point onward, he was only held on cocks and tails, his body moving vertically to meet the thrusts that made his mind explode with pleasure. All that remained of him was that — a body meant only for pleasuring these Xenos. His only goal in life was to be used by them, and he didn’t mind at all, an obvious sign that he had lost his mind completely.

His ass got flooded with Xeno cum, and it was so much, he could hear it pour down the floor, between his legs. That eased the full sensation in his lower body, but not for long, because another wave hit him. The seth from the tails was overflowing in his throat as well, pouring down his cheeks and chin, all over his chest and lower. His entire body was sleek with it, and it made the two Xenos fucking him only crazier. Their muscular shapes slid over him with ease, reminding Riordan why water was their natural element. This was how they thrived, and now his body was just that, part of an environment the Xenos used for their pleasure.

The cum spurting from his own cock had to be insignificant with the impressive quantities delivered through their cocks and tails by the two snakemen having their way with him. Yet, for him, it felt as if it was draining him in the most arousing way possibly, only feeding his horniness and making it go higher.

He was finally lowered to the ground. When he opened his eyes, blurry with tears of pleasure still, he saw Xana and Kanto above him, spurting from their cocks all over him. The heavy drops fell on his chest and round belly, and he closed his eyes just in time, because his face got drenched, too.

***

At one point had he fallen asleep? He couldn’t recall, but, when he tried to push one hand through his hair, he realized that he couldn’t since it felt like it had been glued together. He looked around and saw Kanto and Xana facing each other. He closed his eyes to tap into their conversation. They both had such grim expression on their faces, it sort of scared him.

My deepest apologies, counselor. I am usually a lot more restrained in my dealings.

Accepted. Please inform His Royal Chancellor of your decision to give up on Riordan.

I certainly will. And I will accept whatever retribution you decide appropriate.

Of course.

“Guys,” Riordan mumbled and wiped his mouth off the traces of alien cum still hanging from his lips, “let’s not make such a big deal out of it. Everybody got crazy horny.”

Kanto turned his head to him and then guiltily averted his eyes. The high commander was back to being his usual stern self, it seemed. Riordan found it a bit funny; the guy had just pumped like a pound of cum and seth in him if not more. Pretending to be all cool and collected after something like that was just too funny.

“Riordan, this is a matter I must settle with the high commander,” Xana scolded him.

“Is your bearer capable of listening in to our conversations?” Kanto asked, looking ahead and ignoring Riordan.

“Yes. I cultivated empathic abilities in him. He is very receptive.”

“I see. A truly exquisite specimen. I understand why you are so fond of him. And what I did is unpardonable.”

“Oh, please,” Riordan moaned. “Let’s do the whole thing with ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ and forget about it. Although both of you ripped me a new one, and I mean it.” Now there were two pairs of eyes staring at him in consternation. Riordan sighed. “Let’s put it like this. We all got high on seth, ’cause, seriously, I think the entire ship is drenched in it by now, and because of that, we got into some crazy threesome sex. We’re either all to blame, or none of us. Here is what we’re going to do. We’re going to pretend that it didn’t happen. Xana, Kanto saved me from getting gangbanged in the hallway. I’m sure that under any other circumstances, he would never put his hands on me, because he finds me–“

“That isn’t true,” Kanto said. “I believe you are very attractive and that you are perfect for carrying a Xeno egg.”

“Seriously, dude,” Riordan grunted under bursa escort bayan his breath, “I’m trying to get us all scot-free from this mess.” Speaking of mess, it seemed like everywhere he touched, every surface, was covered in some slimy stuff. He removed one hand gingerly from the bed on which he lay and shook it. The only way to get rid of all that had to be a long, long bath.

“I should have thought better than insult the bearer belonging to our esteemed counselor Xana Lei,” Kanto explained.

“No offense taken, I assure you.” Riordan got down and walked gingerly. He didn’t want to slip and fall while he was trying to solve the situation. “Now, once we all three got in the same close quarters, with all that drug in our systems, and by that I mean seth, and yeah, I mean it when I say that it’s better than crack, well, we couldn’t resist. I got so wet that I didn’t know what to do about it, and you, guys, got hard-ons the size of a planet, so there was just one way out of it.”

The two snakemen continued to stare at him in disbelief. “What way?” Xana asked.

Riordan winced. Yeah, that slime was everywhere. Even Kanto and Xana, who always seemed so put together, had plenty of all that stuff in their hair and their bodies. Fuck, if he looked too much, he was getting horny again. Alright, that meant that he needed to check himself and Xana out of there before they succumbed to another performance like earlier. “We had to fuck. And now, that we got that out of the way, Xana, don’t be mad at Kanto. Kanto, make sure Marn doesn’t get mad at you, and trust me when I say that I’m working on getting a bearer for you because you’re one fine Xeno dude.”

“What?” Xana boomed.

Riordan didn’t miss how a proud smile was now changing Kanto’s usual stern face into something a lot more palatable. “Sorry, sorry. You’re a lot more handsome, and it’s you I love. But it’s like we got drunk and fooled around. And now, like all normal people, let’s pick ourselves up, dust ourselves… I mean, wash ourselves of all this seth and cum, and pretend that it never happened. What do you say? We’re cool?”

Xana mellowed out and took him in his arms. “It’s me you love?”

“Yeah, it’s that such a big surprise? Seriously, I have no idea how your mind works, but I guess that’s because you’re this big scary alien, and I’m human.”

“You don’t say it enough,” Xana reproached him.

“I will say it enough. Now, let’s get out of here before we make Kanto gag with our romantic crap.”

“This display on your part doesn’t unsettle my stomach,” Kanto assured him, in the usual Xeno fashion.

Gagging wasn’t what Riordan was actually afraid would happen, but he didn’t care about speaking freely, not with two huge snakemen in the room, ready to get freaky once seth got to their heads. He grabbed Xana by the arm. “Let’s leave. No one has to know. And don’t punish Kanto. It was barely his fault. He didn’t even want my ass before Marn stuffed me down his throat.”

“Stuff down my throat?” Kanto asked, stricken with his language.

“Have some other guy explain all that to you,” Riordan said and began dragging Xana towards the door. “Kanto, let us leave,” he added when he noticed that the door didn’t open even if they were close enough. “I have a snakeboy here who needs a lot of reassuring that it’s only his ass I love in the entire universe.”

He was babbling, in hope that he got both Xenos dizzy enough with his weird expressions, to have them follow his words without overthinking things.

And it worked. Once outside, with the door closed behind them, Riordan began to hurry Xana for real. “I so need a bath. Fuck, look at this place. I bet those lizard guards are so going to hate on us for turning the ship into an orgy like this.” Xana picked him up and cradled him in his arms. Only then Riordan noticed that he was still naked. His robe was probably caked in slime, and he needed another. “Hey, where’s Kyle? Is he alright?”

“He told me where you were. He’s at our quarters, already preparing the bath you want.”

“Not only me,” Riordan said. “You stink, snakeboy.”

Xana laughed. “How do you do this, Riordan? You made me forget that I needed to punish Kanto for what he did to you.”

“Let’s leave that for another time.” Or never. “Your numbers are pretty thin without you fighting among yourselves.”

“You are certainly right, Riordan. Maybe we should make a diplomat out of you. Although,” Xana said slowly, “after you have the bath you required, I will be very interested to learn why you were roaming the hallways when you should have been at home, waiting for me.”

Oh, well, that was one hell of a thing to explain. “Hey, I didn’t know I should have been confined to that place all day long. I was just stretching my legs.”

Xana bore his green eyes into him. “I am certain this stretching of your legs involved something you weren’t supposed to do. Rest assured that, after you give birth, I will not hesitate to administer a bit of corporal punishment when required.”

“But you will have to get ready the next egg and put it in me,” Riordan replied. “You’re not going to spank me while I’m preggo, right?”

Xana laughed. “I’ll bring no discomfort to the egg. But your lovely behind must learn of boundaries.”

After their talk on set, Paul was keeping his distance from Trevor unless they were filming together. In front of the camera, they played out the parts of lovers in love and lovers dealing with severe betrayal. It was incredibly cathartic to be able to play out that second part on screen for Trevor. Taking pain that had been so private and using it in something entirely public was healing.

That didn’t stop Paul from making Alex’s job more difficult though. He seemed to take delight in changing what the props should be or deciding that one of the props wasn’t good enough quality for him to use. They were small annoyances mostly, and no one let Paul know he was annoying them, especially not Alex, but it slowed down when Trevor noticed it and gave a particularly venomous look to Paul before walking away.

Trevor still enjoyed spending time with Neal and Keri, but being able to go to the theater to rehearse quickly became the highlight of his entire day. Their first rehearsal was a reading, which included singing along with the piano. From there, they began going scene to scene so they could learn where they should be on the stage and their choreography.

Of course, during breaks on the first day, most of the rest of the cast and crew wanted to get photos and autographs from Trevor, which Alex could tell embarrassed him a lot. Trevor had times where he liked being the center of attention, but around other actors was where the fame seemed uncomfortable for him. He loved meeting fans, so he was gracious about it, but he was quick to move them on to something else here in the theater once he had given them the photos and autographs they asked for.

Alex wasn’t particularly chummy with most of the actors in the theater company because they were so transient most of the time, but he did work closely with the director and other production staff regularly and got along with them well. When he wasn’t entangled with set design and prop repairs, he would sit in the gallery with the director and provide suggestions for subtle changes that were either ergonomic improvements or more in line with the aesthetic the director was looking for. When Alex wasn’t discussing things in his wheelhouse, however, he sat quietly and listened to the gossip the rest of the staff shared around while inspecting each part of each scene for mistakes.

Some of that gossip was about Trevor, especially after he had made the comment publicly about being injured. Most of that gossip was around where the injuries came from. Some said bar fight, others said abusive background, and one person said they swear they remember a news article about a gay bashing. Someone snorted and said something about never hearing of a gay doing any bashing but the joke fell flat.

The set makers were working on building up the set and getting the first things painted that Friday after rehearsal, and Trevor had gotten permission to stay after a little longer so he could ice his knee and ankle before he left. Trevor pulled off the compression gear he kept on his ankle and knee when he was dancing. There were long scars with dots for where the stitches were on both his knee and ankle but they were faded now. The original injuries had some jagged cuts from the bone cutting through his skin, but that was even more faded than the surgery scars were.

Alex was leaving the stage when he spotted Trevor resting on a chair in only some shorts pulling the ice pack away from his knee for a moment to take the sting of the cold away for the on-again-off-again cycle that his physical therapist had recommended. Alex looked sympathetic but not piteous as he took in the scars. “So, are you following me, Mr. Trevor?” he quipped.

Trevor looked up at Alex and smirked. “Nah, I don’t really like going with the stalker vibe to get a guy’s attention. That’s more my ex’s thing. I just liked what I saw of the theater. I’m not going to lie and say I’m not happy to see you working here, though.”

Alex looked pointedly at Trevor’s crotch and asked, “Oh really? How happy are you? And when were you going to tell me your secret identity?”

Trevor gave another smirk at the first question, giving a look that said he was happy to show Alex, but then the smile softened a little at the second question. “I didn’t really think I was keeping it that secret. I just wasn’t sure if you remembered me, or wanted to…”

“It took some not so subtle clues,” Alex admitted, “but I was able to deduce who you were. I had some feelings about you disappearing and such but it’s water under the bridge now.”

Trevor frowned at that, all joking pushed aside now. He knew they would have to get through this conversation before they could move into whatever they would end up being, whether that be friends or more. “Is it really, or should we talk about this? Tell me what you felt, and feel now, about that. We were young, we admitted to being in love with each other, and then, I was suddenly gone…I know my side, bursa merkez escort but not yours.”

Alex considered his words before responding. “Honestly, I think the reverse is the issue. I know how I felt but how I feel now depends a lot on what happened and why you never reached out.”

Trevor took a long slow breath in before he motioned to the chair near him, waiting until Alex had taken it to say anything. “Dad found out about you. I don’t even remember how; I think he saw us and then stewed on it for a while. When I came home that night, we fought, and I told him he could kick me out but I wasn’t going to end it with you.”

With that, Trevor let his head fall back as memories flooded his mind, the flashbacks making his whole body ache in remembrance. “I don’t remember much after that. I remember him choking me, and I remember my mom screaming at him to stop. I woke up in a hospital in Ann Arbor. There was a CPS investigation, and I heard them telling my aunt that they tried hard to keep families together. They wanted dad to do parenting classes and anger management, but I knew if I went back, I was dead.

“I called your house before I left, but your dad answered. He told me it was better not to get you involved in my mess. He said I was a bad influence and would destroy you and everything that your future could be. I didn’t even know where I was going, and I couldn’t bring you into it if he was right, so I just hung up the phone. I waited until it was night time, right after they took vitals the night before I was supposed to be released and I took my own IV out and skipped town.

“I went to Detroit. I stole money to start, and then started to…trade favors with adults to survive. Some head for a meal, get fucked for a warm place to sleep, and so on. Sometimes I would find a phone, and call your house just to hear your voice. I was on the streets for about a year to a year and a half before I was arrested with some other prostitutes, and my family was contacted. Luckily Aunt Naomi got to me before my dad did, and she filed an emergency custody order.

“I thought about calling you once I was settled in her home, but then…” Trevor trailed off and looked down at his hands. He knew if he continued, their story may only be that of good friends, but he had to be honest. “Some of those hookups to get money were…less than safe, whether that was because we didn’t use condoms or because they did kink stuff that we shouldn’t have done, like asphyxiation. I’d seen doctors a couple of times, mostly at urgent care to deal with throat injuries or injuries from bondage, but Naomi wanted a full work up once she had custody. When I found out I had HSV-1 herpes genitally, and I was positive for HIV, I was too afraid to call you. So I just…stayed gone. At the time I thought you’d be better off with me dead or gone.”

Alex reached out and grasped Trevor’s hand sympathetically. “I’m so sorry you went through all that. I’m so glad for Naomi’s presence in your life. I would never be better off with you dead. What kept me going after you left was the thought that you were out there, somewhere, living a life you chose.”

“I really only got to do that once Naomi had custody,” Trevor admitted. “It took work, and I had to go for my GED instead of graduating from high school because I was too far behind. Naomi got me into dance lessons again and voice lessons. I was on a great track all through college, and then I got attacked by a footballer with a baseball bat. I will never dance like I used to but at least the replacements got me back to some dancing, you know? I can’t even begin to tell you how glad I was to see you going for your dreams rather than just following what your parents wanted, though.”

Alex shifted on his chair, uncomfortable with the memories, but he felt that he owed Trevor an update. “Yeah, my parents barely spoke to me from the moment we were outed to this day. I sued for emancipation at 16 and kept my grades up so I could get into a decent college on a scholarship. I started off in dance, but realized that being amazing in high school doesn’t always translate into being great once you’ve swam out of your pond into the ocean. I changed my major and kept the dancing extracurricularly.”

Trevor squeezed Alex’s hand, the expression on his face one of remorse. “I’m sorry my father outed you too. It wasn’t fair to you. If he wanted to ruin or kill me, fine, but he should have left you out of it.”

Aex shrugged, saying, “It is what it is, honestly. I was considering coming out anyway so being ‘forced’ out of the closet wasn’t really as catastrophic as I was afraid of. At least my dad wasn’t physically abusive.” Alex gave Trevor’s hand a return squeeze. “But all of that is water under a bridge I don’t even believe is standing any more. Besides being a big Gay Icon and TV star, what have you been up to lately?”

“Mostly a lot of physical therapy and gym bursa yabancı escort time,” Trevor admitted. “Plus I sold my condo and am staying with my mom – Aunt Naomi – until I find a new place to live that doesn’t have memories of my last relationship in it. Mom has two other adopted kids she took in from foster care who have become like siblings and I’ve been seeing them regularly, which includes my niece. And I’ve been working on videos for song covers for social media. I sat and learned more instruments while I was laid up with surgery. How about you? Surely someone has seen how amazing you are and grabbed you up by now.”

Alex shrugged self-consciously, “I don’t really date much. A lot of the gay culture here is about hookups and I’m more of a long term relationship type. Besides, I’ve been really busy with work and this. The actors always have a cute one or two in each new pack but they’re all too transient for my taste and they think that working theater will pad their resume so they keep changing troupes to chase the next production instead of sticking it out with this production company.”

“Yeah, I get it. I dated a little in college, but Paul was my first real relationship in a while,” Trevor replied. “I think the older I get, the more I want to just…I don’t know, find some domestic bliss with someone who loves me as much as I love him. My circumstances make dating hard though; actors are known for sleeping around and my status makes a lot of guys run for the hills.”

Alex nodded his understanding, acknowledging that such a thing could definitely limit the dating pool considerably. “If you don’t mind the question, it’s obvious you’ve managed your symptoms, but what is your status right now?” Alex asked, knowing it could be a sensitive subject, but one that needed to be addressed eventually.

“I’ve jumped around meds quite a bit to find the right ones, but at this point I take my meds religiously and my viral levels are non-existent,” Trevor explained. “As for the herpes, I’ve never had another outbreak past the first one. I take antivirals for that though because I do get cold sores sometimes. I up how much I take when they show up, though. My only medication issue is making sure I don’t take too many ibuprofen in a day on set or at the theater, especially when it’s stormy outside and my joints hurt.”

Alex nodded his understanding, still evaluating his personal risk-tolerance but not dismissing the possibilities that popped into his mind. “I’m not on PrEP at the moment, but I appreciate your candor. Where do you think you see things going with the theater after this production?” Alex asked, shifting the direction of the conversation.

Trevor pushed any thoughts about PrEP out of his mind for later, wanting to go with what Alex was comfortable with right then, and he smiled at the question. “I really like this theater, and the group here. I know some stage hands and actors will move on, but I could definitely see myself doing more on stage here. I would love to star in a show on Broadway at some point, but a community theater like this that puts on amazing musicals and plays feels kind of homey and nice.”

Alex nodded, standing and offering a handshake, “Well, Mr. Trevor, this concludes our interview. We’re so glad you came in today. The next step in the hiring process is a careful consideration of your qualifications. Someone will be in touch with you.”

Trevor stood up as well, though he couldn’t do it quite as smoothly or quickly as Alex could, and Alex could tell his knee was bothering him. He took Alex’s hand and shook it. “Thank you, Mr. Alex. I look forward to hearing from you, whether positive or negative. And I am sorry for disappearing. I should have called you.”

Alex smiled and hugged him snugly, pulling away reluctantly after a few moments. “All is forgiven. Or maybe you’ll have to spend the rest of your life making it up to me. We’ll see,” Alex said with a wicked smile as he went back to his office to pick up his laptop and head home with a new spring in his step as if a weight he had been carrying for years had been lifted.

Trevor stretched out his leg a bit, using some of the physical therapy exercises he had been given to help with pain and tightness before he went back to his car and drove home. When he got back to the house, Benji and his mom were both home and he relayed to them that he’d had a conversation with Alex about why he had disappeared and he was glad they could talk about it.

Naomi had watched her nephew/adopted son cry every once in a while for years over losing that relationship, so she knew how important this was, as did Benji and Harper. They had both tried to talk him into calling him years before but knew they couldn’t force him to do anything if he thought it was better for Alex for him to not be around.

“So, are you two going to be official any time soon then?” Benji asked him, making Trevor laugh bursa sınırsız escort as he grabbed a drink from the fridge.

“I think I’m still being interviewed for that particular placement,” Trevor admitted to them. “Honestly, though, even if all he can give me is friendship, it just feels amazing to have him back in my life.”

Benji looked over at their mom, who had a knowing smirk on her face, before he looked back at Trevor. “So, what you’re saying is you’ll take the friendship, but you’re still pretty head over heels for him.”

“Completely,” Trevor agreed without even a little bit of hesitation before he took a swig of his soda.

“Dude, if you don’t say something to the man, I’m gonna get you drunk and make you confess so I can send a video,” Benji joked with his brother. For how quiet and introspective Benji had always seemed since they met, he could be fierce when he was trying to help his family.

Trevor shook his head at that. “I’m on to you, Benji. If you offer me a beer or some liquor, I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Just you wait,” Benji warned lovingly. Trevor stuck his tongue out at him and went to the bathroom to get a hot soak to help his muscles and joints as well as get clean before going to bed.

As they continued filming and rehearsals, Trevor would leave little things for Alex to let him know he was thinking about him. He made a rose out of part of the script one day while watching some of the others film their parts and left that on Alex’s desk without any comment or note, but Alex had seen him making the rose earlier while he worked. He also left a little packet of the doubles of the photos of them together as teens in his office at the theater.

Alex smiled lovingly at each new discovery, secreting away anything left on his desk at the production warehouse lest Paul use it as “evidence” to mistreat them. His office at the theater, however, quickly became as personalized as his Prop Master office was sterile. The photos that Trevor shared quickly found their way to the walls and desk in various sizes and frames and the paper rose sat on a nearby bookshelf inside a clear shadow box with a wooden base, tastefully and elegantly displayed.

It turned out that the process for getting on PrEP was much simpler, if slightly time consuming, than Alex had feared. He hadn’t bothered before because he wasn’t active but the worst part turned out to be getting an appointment with his doctor. He had been getting regularly tested for everything the doctors recommended for gay men, mostly out of habit, but the doctor had to order a round of tests prior to getting authorization for the medication.

On Trevor’s side, he considered going to his doctor to make sure his viral levels were still non-existent as wishful thinking, but he did so anyway. When he came back to go over blood test results, his doctor said his levels looked great and he was happy with how Trevor was doing. He did warn Trevor to be careful with how much he used over-the-counter pain meds though because his kidney levels were up a little and he didn’t want it affecting Trevor long term.

“Try other methods first before taking an ibuprofen for it,” the doctor told him. “Heat, cold, stretches. If it’s sore, we might want to look into getting some injections into those joints to help with pain.”

Trevor agreed that would be a good idea and they got that appointment set up. All of his other test results were good, and the two diseases Trevor had told Alex about were still the only ones he had. He had been tested after he kicked Paul out, but it was never a bad idea to re-test just in case.

Trevor had his shots done on a day that he didn’t have to do too much dancing for either production, where they were focusing on parts of the musical that had the other characters as the main ones. He was sore but sitting in the audience with an ice pack helped while he wasn’t on stage.

That Friday, a bunch of the cast and crew decided they wanted to go out to eat for some team building. Everyone had been having fun rehearsing and talking backstage, but sometimes the two groups socialized separately in the theater and this was a way of mixing everyone up and having fun. Alex usually showed up at these events and sat quietly with the production staff before leaving early and going home to get some planning and ordering done for the next production. This time, however, he found himself socializing more with the talent.

Part of that was because the director had made sure the venue supported better mixing. There were areas of seating but they were smallish pockets amid the rest of the conversation space. The seating areas were also small enough that the entire production staff couldn’t sit together, so they had to split up and engage with the actors. Ultimately, this just made it easier for Trevor and Alex to spend some time talking without the production staff picking up on it.

What Alex didn’t account for was the director’s powers of observation. When Trevor went over to talk to one of his co-stars who played Roger and a couple of the production staff, the director asked Alex, “So, are you and Lars dating?”

Alex nearly choked on his drink. He coughed and sputtered briefly before answering honestly, “No. But don’t ask me in a month.”

Flip and Trey Ch 02

Meet the ‘Rents—at least some of them

This story is entirely fictional. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18. References to past or present Broadway musicals are co-incidental. Man yof the characters is this series will be familiar to those who have read one or more of the Flip series. But these stories are written to be stand-alone. © 2024, Brunosden. All rights reserved.

Two weeks ago Trey had asked me to arrange tickets for his family (8 of them) for Oklahoma! It proved difficult even for me since the two country stars were just beginning their engagement, and the box office was wild. But, I pulled it out: 8 seats in the second row, center. Meanwhile, Trey’s Dad (call me “Jack, my Dad was always Andy”) had blown a good piece of the family savings on a week in New York in suites at the Waldorf. Fuck, they were coming for a week! Next week! And Trey and I had still not decided how or if to break the news of our relationship. What were we going to do with them for a week?

We had met with Brent and Kirk and asked their advice, but really were no closer to a solution. Neither had had parent issues—Brent’s Dad had died unknowing of his son’s “sexual persuasion” and Kirk’s family had always known. But, Brent warned. “It’s going to come out—probably next week. So be ready with a response as between the two of you. Do you know what you want? And what you need? Trey, is Flip more important to you than your family, if it comes to that?”

That conversation had set the fire. Trey and I had talked. We had decided that we were a couple, and that we were ready to shoot for a long future. But, then those nasty circumstances came up. I was about to undertake the career making role of my life. Rehearsals were starting in two weeks. Imagine starring in an ALW musical?

Trey knew what his family expected. His future had been decided for him—and it was in Mobile, or possibly Birmingham, where the largest manufacturing facility existed. His mother would find him a girl. He was a talented engineer. He loved the challenge of theatre lighting. He was growing to love New York. But family was big, really big in his life. Obviously not all of this was possible.

Theoretically, I could go back to being an electrician—and possibly might even find a role in the Maguire Empire—but I was first and foremost an actor. I didn’t think I could return to the South—and certainly not as part of a gay couple.

And all of this assumed his family would accept us as an US. And not disown him or banish him.

Trey said it first. “If it’s between you and my family, it’ll be you, Flip. It’s really not a choice at all. If you’ll have me, that is.”

I paused, confused. “Trey, I want you with all that I am. I’d even give up the theatre for you. But, in a few years, would I resent you for having taken this from me? Or would you resent me for taking you from your family—and your fortune? Can’t we both have everything?” It wasn’t as final a statement as the one he had made, but it was as close as I could get at that moment.

So with that foundation, Trey went to greet his family at the Waldorf when they arrived. He had decided he was going to continue to work—which meant the four night minimum, but he had warned the union that we wouldn’t be taking on any other responsibilities that week. He decided to live with his sister every night that week. And he even staged a “fight” with his girl—which would explain no dates that week. The work of course would mean he didn’t need to be with them every night. And we had decided that we weren’t going to do the couple act this week, but if the issue came up, we’d admit it and bolster each other to withstand the storm.

The first night was a dinner (Trey wasn’t working) with cocktails in their suite before. (I wasn’t invited—so most of the rest of this is third hand from Trey’s account later.) That gave his Mother hours to find out what was “really” going on with her only son. Trey was careful, drank little and conveyed even less. His sister had dropped the news of the fight, but that didn’t stop questions about what she was like, where she came from, who her family was and on and on. Trey ducked most with a good deal of diplomatic skill. But then, in frustration, his Mother proclaimed, “Boy, you’ve been dating this girl for six months. You can’t tell me you don’t know anything about her. Is it because you’re ashamed? Of us or her? Is she a Yankee? Colored? What are you not telling me? I can handle a lot more than you give me credit for.”

Everyone in the suite gazed over at the pair as Momma’s voice had been raised in a very un-ladylike, un-Southern way. So all were poised for his answer.

“To tell the truth, Momma, Angela doesn’t exist anymore. We broke up two weeks ago. And it’s final. I’m not dating any girl in New York now, Momma. I’m not ready to date New York girls yet. My experience has taught me to avoid them all.”

Sis was about to ask the potentially devastating follow-on question—so where are you bursa sınırsız escort all the nights you’re away from the apartment since the breakup? But, Daddy announced that the cars were downstairs waiting to take all to dinner. The question was averted—and Momma and Sis (and the three Aunt Em’s) had time to ponder what was going on, imagining all kinds of scenarios, except perhaps for the real one.

The conversation didn’t turn back to Trey over dinner. Rather Momma began to third-degree Sis—who also wanted to tell as little as possible about her guy. Evie had her dream job. She had graduated from Loyola in New Orleans with majors in fine arts (painting) and museum curatorship. She had applied and been hired to the four-person team at the Museum of Natural History to renew the dioramas. (There were forty showcases in all, and each had to be “renewed” every ten years. The team did four a year—so their jobs were essentially secure forever.)

Neither Trey nor I had ever met Evie’s “boy”. We knew she had met him at Loyola, but nothing more. We later learned he was a painter, living in his studio in the West Village. He hadn’t had a show yet, and was nearly penniless—so Evie had been bringing food for their “dinner dates” which typically ended in his small loft bed. We also learned (again much later) that his work would be considered blasphemous or perhaps even sacrilegious by Trey’s Evangelical family: it depicted God doing ordinary human things (like drinking with the guys and sleeping with women)! Declan wasn’t a feared “Yankee.” He was an Irish exchange student who had overstayed his visa (and was thus “illegal”), and, God have mercy, a Roman Catholic! And not just a Catholic, but one who was still practicing! And expected Evie to convert. She might be in love, but she was definitely in trouble!

Trey managed to escape after dinner and returned to his sister’s place—afraid that the Angela alibi would no longer work. (Evie just assumed that Trey was sleeping with various Broadway starlets or groupies that he was picking up at the theatre. She didn’t probe, because she too didn’t want to talk or answer any more questions about her own situation.) The family’s night at the theatre was next.

*****

Jack and Dolly Maguire were delighted with the terrific seats and floored when they opened the Playbill to see a wedding photo and “Congratulations on your Thirty-Fifth from the cast of Oklahoma!” tipped into the first page. Trey’s status went up at least ten points! Even with Evie and the one sister who had come to New York.

The performance was terrific. Kirk had left the cast, but I had talked Lisa and Jake into making an appearance at the Green Room where the three of us joined in “Happy Anniversary” as a cake was cut and champagne was uncorked. A few brief speeches were made, and Lisa and Jake excused themselves, after signing the Playbills. They had fans and groupies waiting.

Trey then introduced me to Jack and Momma. “Flip has been my work-out buddy for months—ever since he saved my butt from disaster when we were wiring at the Barrymore. Daddy, in addition to being a star, Flip is a top electrician. Everyone in the business knows him. We were floundering with no leadership and a deadline. Flip arrived and saved the day. Even at his age, he’s considered one of the mentors of new lighting management for the modern theatre. And, HE got the tickets!”

I shook hands all around, noting that Momma and Sis were both eying every movement I made very carefully. (Both insisted on hugs—”hand-shaking is for guys”.) So I was careful to stand apart from Trey and engaged Jack in shop talk about the inadequacies of modern stage lighting. They invited me back to the Waldorf for a nightcap, but I begged off. “I’ve got a matinee and an evening performance tomorrow and a long session with my new voice coach. Maybe next time. It’s been a pleasure to meet you both.” I looked around, “All of you. Enjoy your time in New York”

As I left, Momma pulled me aside and I stiffened for the worst. “I guess I need a new recording. Your rendition of “Lonely” was the best I’ve ever heard. I don’t think I’ll ever listen to “Poor Daid Jud” again without tears. Now, can I interest you in spending some time with my daughter… Either one?”

“Sorry, ma’m. I’m up to my neck in rehearsals right now. Trey has done a good job of selling, you can bet. She is really cute.”

“And smart…..and rich some day. Just like her brother.” She smiled a broad knowing grin, grabbed my upper arm and asked, “Can I get a kiss from a Broadway star? We’d love to see more of ya. I just knew he’d find a gym partner who was as strong and good-looking as he is. And remember my daughter. I’ve got four of em! We’d love to see you in Mobile. You’d change my social status for years.” Then she laughed, but somehow there seemed to be something more in her invitation and her laugh.

“Yes’m.” And I pulled the door closed behind me, with the feeling bursa merkez escort that she knew and understood everything.

Apparently she then turned to Trey to get details about the breakup with Angela—and, curiously, when he started to recite some fiction, she changed the subject and wanted to know everything about me.

Trey spent several more lunches with the gang, did some touristy things and ushered them back to the plane. They had had a wonderful experience that they would always remember.

Trey came immediately home, clearly exhausted from the week of charade. “I guess we survived that.” Then he added, “Momma made a curious comment as I kissed her goodbye. She said, ‘If that boy makes you happy, don’t let him get away like Angela. Best friends don’t come along every day. Do you think she knows?”

“Of course, she does. But, she’s going to wait until you tell her. And she’s not going to tell Jack either. Momma’s have a sixth sense about such things. Remember she did your laundry for years…. And she’s probably found your stash of porn.”

I went in to clean up for bed, and when I emerged from the bath, Trey was waiting for me. He was nude, spread out in the center and quite obviously aroused. “I can’t believe how much I’ve fuckin’ missed you. Four fuckin’ days. You’re turning me into a fuckin’ monk. And I’m not even Catholic.”

“And a New Yorker.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ve already adopted the New York minute with your impatience. Your language—which I presume you bottled up with Momma around. And exaggeration.”

“Fuck impatience. Patience is way over-rated.” He pulled me toward him and pulled the tee over my head, returning to grab and squeeze my nipples. His head dove to my pecs and his teeth chomped, not too lightly, on my nipples. Fuck, he was so hot.

He pushed me onto the bed, pulled off my shoes and jeans, and pounced. His erection planted firmly in my cleft as he nipped my lobes and sucked hickeys into my nape—just below the collar line. My own arousal began to respond. He was wild. And hot. Oh, I think I already said that.

Not so slowly, his tongue trailed down my spine, causing me to tingle with the cool moisture—and the anticipation. The tongue reached my tailbone as his jock hands pulled my cheeks apart to permit the tip of his tongue to continue its journey to the Promised Land. He circled the rim, curled and poked. I opened and he took full advantage, plunging in as far as his tongue could go. He held it there until I begged for release.

Trey sat back on his haunches and within seconds I felt the soft tip of his rigid pole pushing against that unseen barrier. Again I relaxed the muscles, and he slid in. That first thrust! Fuck! So good! And then the smooth glans rubs along the sensitive nut, pulls back and massages forward again. It’s love at first touch—prick and prostate. I raised my ass to meet him, and he responded by reaching under and fisting my cock and cradling my balls, running them through his fingers like those giant shooter marbles, warming them for luck. Then he dove and bottomed. “What did they feed you, boy? I’ve got to know. I think it grew you a few inches. You are huge! Fuck, you are so good in there. Welcome, home. Welcome home. Hope you can stay awhile.”

Trey proceeded to play me like an instrument. His bow was striking all the right chords. And I was at the beginning of the Hallelujah! Chorus. I felt him stretch and I felt the pressure of his head deep inside. Then, there was the slight spasm, that momentary change of pace and pressure that signaled that he had tightened his glutes and given up: his nervous system was taking over. He lengthened and expanded. Spasm, followed by a generous dollop of wet precum. Another and an explosion of creamy jism. Another. And another. Each one cradling and punching the prostate. The last pushing me over the edge as his fingers relaxed on the base of my shaft. I leaked, then spurted, then, as his fingers massaged my balls, I squirted again. And I was empty, but totally full of his cock, his seed—and his affection. He had milked me dry and filled me back up with his spunk!

It was time for him to consolidate his conquest. He drew my arms in and cocooned me with his thighs. His head rested in the crook of my shoulder as his lips teased my cheek and the edge of my mouth. “You are now plugged, dear boy. Well and duly plugged and seeded.” It was at these moments, that I realized how big and strong he really was. That “Bama” football jock had captured his prey. And there would be release only on his terms. I shivered at the feeling.

It was a long time before he rose and moved into a spoon, holding me tight for the rest of the night. We had weathered the first onslaught of his family. But, somehow we both knew it was only days or weeks before Momma was going to call in her chips.

******

We spent the next few days together. Trey was distracted and I couldn’t resist asking. He had bursa escort bayan been fooling around with the programming on the lighting sequence at the Barrymore. There were several issues with the existing soft and hardware. If an actor (or actress) missed a line, or a cue, or didn’t hit the appointed spot on the stage, a human needed to adjust the lighting—instantly if possible. That’s why productions always had two techs—one with hands poised over the keyboard and the other with joystick in hand. Most good techs (and I included Trey and myself in that description) were quick enough to do a manual override and catch the action. But, when it occurred, almost all of the remaining lighting cues had to be manually adjusted. The program—and the configuration of the wi-fi lights didn’t “learn” and didn’t “adapt.” It was, to use a designer’s word “dumb.” Miss a cue and throw the rest of the program away until the next scene, or perhaps even the next act.

Trey had been working on various techniques to override the mistake and to build in a self-correction—so the tech only needed to catch the misstep and guide the lights for a few seconds. Then the lights would pick up the resumed action.

In addition, Trey began to play with improv. Much of Broadway and film was moving to improv. And computer lighting was limited. Several different configurations and sequences could be programmed—but a tech had to cue each one. Some of the most popular comedians refused to remain still—or sit on a stool. They wanted to travel around the stage—in an unscripted and volatile pattern. Trey wanted a lighting system that would “learn” logical sequences and operate to overcome glitches and mistakes. He had spent months working on the problems, but one serious obstacle remained: what happens when actors use improv to work back to the script? Couldn’t the program recognize when the pre-programmed sequence was again being followed and reprogram itself?

This would require the system to “listen” to what was going on onstage, and maybe even to “watch” it—using variations on speech and face recognition technology to restore itself to utility. State of the art theatre lighting technology didn’t address any of these issues. In fact, it was just one step above fully manual adjustments or even fixed stage lighting.

He asked for my help. And together we worked on the problems—and created scenarios to test programming solutions. He focused on the software; I gave my attention to the hardware. LED lighting and wi-fi control technology was moving faster than anyone had dreamed five years ago.

Finally, we thought that it was far enough along to engage mass coding support and create some hardware prototypes. Trey wanted us to go to Mobile to sell the idea to his Dad. He needed the investment capital and the manufacturing. It would represent a significant new line of business for Maguire Electronics—a potentially very profitable one.

I was finishing my Oklahoma! run in a week. And, ALW had decided he needed a few weeks to rework some of the music in his new musical—so rehearsals were being suspended for two weeks. We’d have a week—only a week, next week, to travel to Mobile.

We both knew that if we went to Mobile, we’d leave with everyone knowing of our relationship. But, we also knew that if Trey’s invention was to see the commercial light of day, the trip was required. So we agreed. And he called his Dad to set up meetings to expose the technology and ideas and to gain corporate support for development. Jack was, to say the least, overjoyed that his only son was coming home—and with a potential for significant business expansion. When Trey added that I was joining the trip as a co-inventor, Daddy was okay. But Momma yelped for joy (quietly and inside, of course). And started cooking.

Reservations were made, and Trey doubled up on work to justify a week’s absence while I applied myself to the voice coach and the gym.

******

We arrived in Mobile on Monday (I couldn’t drop two Sunday performances), via Atlanta, of course, in the early afternoon. Then it was a short drive to the plantation (now one of the mansions at the Mobile Heritage Golf and Country Club). It was set on a large lot, with a long drive, lined in magnolias. Tall white Ionic columns marched down the front and one side, creating first floor porches and second floor balconies. Almost all the windows were French doors. And everything was blindingly white. Exactly what one would picture when asked to describe an Ante-bellum planter’s place.

We entered a wide center hall. Rooms on either side were furnished in dark antiques with Oriental rugs—very old money, very Southern. A servant offered sweet tea over ice (I guess you have to acquire a taste for it), and we were led upstairs. Trey, of course had his old room, and mine by coincidence (?) was next to it. Both opened onto the same shaded balcony. Momma wasn’t really into subtlety.

We gathered for pre-dinner cocktails and discussion in the enormous “conservatory” which had been added to the rear—a house wide room of glass, wide heart-pine floors and very comfortable leather furniture. Clearly this is where the family lived. Beyond the pool was a long fairway, shielded only partially by banks of azaleas and rhodos. The terraces were old brick and an enormous cooking area flanked one side—with grills, ice dispensers and even a pizza oven.

“You’re to wear this at all times whilst you’re in public.” Lavin told me, his eyes burning into mine as he placed the silver mask in my hand. I stared down at it fearfully and felt gorge rise in my throat. Surely they couldn’t expect me to don such a monstrous thing for days at a time? The moulding of the things lips were pressed firmly closed. Its expression one of cold superiority. It would be impossible for me to speak with it on, let alone breathe properly. I lifted it up into the light and inspected the small holes in its nostrils, the two eye holes that would allow me to see.

I Shook my head and tried to give it back to him. “No!” I said, standing up. “I’ll not wear that. I can’t!”

He made no move to take the mask from my shaking hands. “You can and you will. Your father deemed it a suitable punishment for your disobedience and the council has agreed. Behave yourself and in time maybe you’ll be permitted to wear the Avadina again.

I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. I had always hated the Avadina, a mask made from thinly spun silk. It was infused with a magic that allowed it to mould its self to ones features, making it like a second skin to most of our kind. Not so for me. I had realised early on that it was another sort of shackle, made to keep us aloof and apart from those different from us. Often I had been badly punished for my defiance but that had always paled to the terrible feeling of constriction I felt whenever someone forced me to put it on.

Looking at the thing in my hands I suddenly yearned for the days when my father forced the horrid Avadina on my face. “I won’t wear it.” I said, trying not to keep hold of some dignity, though god knows it meant little enough to me now.

Lavin never became angry, not on the outside at least. I think they had given him charge of my guardianship because he was a very difficult man to rattle. In all the months I had known him he had never lashed out at me unless he absolutely needed to. I could tell when he was fixing to bend me to his will though. In almost all things he had control over me. Panicked, with my heart beating painfully fast in my chest I threw the accursed thing away from me and backed as far away from him as the small room would allow.

Now that I had thrown my little tantrum I was not entirely sure what to do next. I knew my outburst would warrant further punishment and I felt a pit open up in the bottom of my stomach at the thought of it. What made it worse though was the fear I felt. What would they do to me now? And with those panicked words resounding in my head I realised that they were going to win eventually. With each new punishment they forced on me I became a little more complacent, a little less rebellious. By the time they were finished with me I had no doubt they I would be reduced to a mere shell of my former self. A meek little puppet they could contain and use for their sordid affairs.

Lavin sighed and picked the horrid thing up. It glinted in the morning sunlight streaming through the tiny barred window of my cell. I raised my hands toward him off, little good it would do me, and tried to push my back through the stone wall that kept me so tightly penned in. Everything around me was another form of punishment. They knew how I hated to be inside, how I despised and feared closed spaces.

“You have but one small requirement Fali,” He said, using the title that was to remain with me for the rest of my days. Deserter. “And that is to obey. Learn to obey and you will be given some measure of freedom.”

What was freedom to a race that was so bound in their own intrigue and politics that they dared not open themselves to the world and people around them for fear that they might be contaminated. And I, the greatest hope of freedom I could hope for was the ability to take a piss unsupervised, and for that I would likely have to give myself over entirely to their rule. “Please,” I gasped as he walked towards me, the mask held high in his large hands. Ridiculous or not I would have bolted had his gaze not pinned me flat against my wall. I lifted my arms and threw them over my face, twisting away from him as much as the hex allowed. “Falumn,” the name I must call all of my kind now, our word for master. “Do not, please!” I had never begged, no matter what they tried to do to me I had never debased myself so thoroughly and earnestly. And it was all for naught. He grabbed my hands and pinned them to my chest and pulled me from the wall. I was pushed down onto my bed. The feeling of helplessness increased and with it a need to escape. “I beg of you, Falumn, please don’t!” I could hear my own hysteria now as his knee ground into my chest. Keeping me pinned down. His large hand fumbled with the thin straps of the mask.

“If you do not yield Fali, if you do not submit to your punishment then you cannot be forgiven. This is a necessity to make you see that your ways will not be permitted.” His features softened abruptly but he did not move his wretched knee from bursa otele gelen escort my chest. “If you will not wear the mask you will not be permitted to leave this room except when it is entirely necessary, and then you will be forced. Think, do you want to be holed up in here for even longer? ”

No, I did not want to stay penned in like a rabbit in its hutch, I did not want to spend one more maddening hour in my room, but even that was preferable to the soulless thing they were trying to force on me. I fought him then, with tooth and nail, fist and foot. He ended my rebellion quickly enough though. He was not permitted to hurt me but he was more than capable of restraining me. With a casual flick of his hand he had me laid flat and immobile on the bed, unable to move as much as my eyelids. He had never done this to me before, I knew he was capable but he had never actually done it. I screamed but not a single murmur escaped my lips. His finger’s smoothed my errant hair from my eyes before he fixed the mask gently in place. I was hysterical inside, wailing and screaming like a madman. Let me go, I thought, as tears began to flow through my closed eyes and down beneath the thin layer of metal, for the love of god let me go.

I heard the tiny lock click into place, moulding the hateful thing firmly to my skin. I couldn’t breathe with it on. Lavin got off of me and released me from my paralysis. I immediately rolled off my back and started clawing at the thing adhered to my skin. I could hear my own muffled cries drowned to almost nothing

“Breathe Fali,” Laven commanded calmly. I wondered somewhat hysterically how they would punish me further if I disobeyed him and ended up suffocating. They’d have a trick disciplining me from the afterlife.

I found that if I breathed deeply and slowly the mask did allow me a sufficient supply of air. Of course every second I spent wearing it was one more moment of torture. It was difficult to keep my composure. Tears were still streaming down the face of metal. I instinctively kept trying to breathe through my mouth and finding it clogged every time sent my heart pounding. I wanted to tear my own hair out.

Laven left me to my horrors, not talking or touching me as I wept pitifully into my hands. Oh yes, my father had done himself proud with this particular discipline. He must have laughed himself silly as he thought of it. And then through the panic and dread a long forgotten emotion burned inside of me. I hated him, I despised him and every damned, inconsequential thing he thought was so important. He did this to me, knowing how much I would hate, reveling no doubt in the pain he was bringing me.

I sat up suddenly and wiped my hand across my eyes. I struggled to control my breathing, making each breath flow slowly and fully. I knew Laven would report my breakdown to my father and the court. So be it. Let them think they had beaten me, let them think I would one day dance to their tunes. I would not, god as my witness I would not fold beneath them!

“You’re father has commanded an audience with you Fali,” Laven said, not in spite or relish for seeing me quail because despite his harsh mannerism I didn’t think he enjoyed hurting me. “You’re to wear the mask.”

Why else would he have made me put it on if not to take me out in public? I looked at him dully for a moment before slowly nodding my head. My father would take me to court, I realized, feeling a knot open up in my stomach before pushing it angrily away. He had already humiliated me ten times over. I had little place for pride anymore. What did I care if the court saw me with the mask? At least I wouldn’t have to school my features among them.

I dressed myself; I wasn’t permitted a servant anymore, in a plain black silk tunic and trousers, unadorned but of good quality. The black was to emphasize my disgrace and title as a deserter. Even the cloak on my back and the ribbon in my hair was black. For the rest of my life I would wear the same colour and none other, if found with another I could expect no less than twenty lashes. Not a poultry sum by anyone’s count.

As soon as I was dressed I was led out of my room. The air was chill and fierce, turning the mask frigid in moments and leaving the flesh beneath cold and sore. Lavern caught hold of my arm, his thick fingers dinging painfully into my flesh. Again I did not think he did it on purpose, had I asked him to ease up a little I’m sure he would have. I would not ask though and I made a silent vow to myself that he would never hear me beg again. He pulled me into one of my father’s carriages, waiting for us beside the road.

One inside he pulled the curtains aside and sat down opposite me. He held a thin silver chain in his hand. I looked at it and shuddered. Surely not that as well?

“Will we need this tonight?” He asked me, fingering the chain between his fingers. I knew how distasteful he found the leash. bursa eve gelen escort “Well Fali, will you behave?”

I nodded my head fiercely. I did not want it on me, though even that would have been preferable to the mask. But both of them together-

“Alright then. No leash, at least not for now. But if you try to slip away again I’ll see to it that you get no more opportunities. This is your last chance Fali. You will learn to obey.”

I would not, I pledged silently as I looked at my long and boney hands. If it took me until the day I died I would free myself eventually.

Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes,

I could not outrun them all. Hounds, soldiers, men on horseback, and of course the collectors. They had locked onto me, bearing down on me with a power I had no knowledge of. I had no way of deflecting it and no way of hiding from it. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to stop, but how could I? If I stopped, if I yielded it would mean that everything I had ever done was for naught. I would not let them win!

Agony struck my leg, hard and fast and unbearably painful. It would not cause me permanent damage though, I knew enough about my own worth to realize that they wanted to keep me whole and healthy. My precious blood was too useful to waste. I hit the ground hard, rolling into a raised crouch as I pulled my dagger from my boot.

None of them stopped. I was no danger to them and they knew it. But ah, I thought, staring up at them as they rode hard towards me. I cannot hurt them but one thing I am profoundly good at is hurting myself.

I turned the blade around and aimed for my heart. I would not let them take me back. I would die first. At least then neither of us would win. I heard my father scream my name, the first time I had heard it use since I was pronounced Fali. I was unprepared for the dogs. One of the great beasts barrelled into me, knocking the dagger flying from my hands. I screamed the vilest curse I knew at the hateful creature. I tried to stand up; I would not give in, not now. The hound knocked me back down again, its teeth bared and furious as I backed away from it. By then it was too late. People sat atop grand horses encircled me, blocking the moon from my sight, boxing me in.

“Are you mad?” My father screamed at me, his voice high and panicked unlike I had ever heard it. He jumped down beside me and hoisted me up by my shirtfront. “You damned little fool! When will you learn, what more must be done?”

Perhaps I was mad. Three years of wearing a solid silver mask, of being unable to speak to anyone beside my keeper and the men and women who sought to save my wretched soul, two years of wearing naught but black, of being denied sunlight of warmth, of having no name beyond deserter. Perhaps these things had driven me mad. I did not try to fight him off, not until he pulled me into a hearty embrace. My mind and body locked with shock but then with a strength I had not known I possessed I pushed him furiously off me. “Do not!” I screamed at him, my voice ragged and crazed. “Do not embrace me as your son. Never again! You forego that right years ago!”

His face hardened, the mask he wore tightening in like. He caught my wrist in his powerful hand and dragged me after him. No man could hurt me; I was too precious, too valuable. Like all of my kind we were kept safe and secure.

Ah, but my sire. He owned me, from the day of my birth until the day he died I would be his. If he died before me I would be passed into my brother’s ownership, then my sisters. As the youngest of seven I knew I would never become my own man. At any time any of them could lay their hands on me.

Yes, my father could hurt me, not permanently of course and not too severely but enough for me to fear the heat in his grasp. He pulled himself into his saddle and dragged me up behind him. Without a word he set back out towards our home. The rest of my pursuers fell into step behind him. Not a word was uttered.

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I whimpered into my pillow, arching my back as the tenth lash cut across my back and thighs. Earlier I had sworn myself to silence but as the eleventh lash tore into my flesh I gave up that vow completely and screamed bloody murder into the pillow. Dear gods, wasn’t he nearly finished? Did he intend to scar every inch of me?

It seemed to go on forever. When he was finished I counted twenty strokes, though it was possible it could have been far more. By strike thirteen I was near delirious with the pain and half out of my mind.

His hand latched onto my hair, his face red and his eyes puffy as he made me look at him. “Are you content now?” He asked me furiously. “I’ve sullied my own hands and ruined your back.”

“Your hands were already sullied!” I spat at him.

Another lash fell. I curled into myself and tried to block the pain. “What more bursa escort bayan will it take?” He screamed at me. “Why won’t you yield?”

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Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes

I wasn’t accustomed to the chains yet so I kept tripping over them. I sighed warily and picked myself back up. Bruised knees were hardly worth the effort of feeling pain so I ignored them completely and settled myself in my chair. I touched my face timidly, unused to feeling my own yielding flesh beneath my fingers. If only they would have given me a window, even a barred one, I thought wistfully as I worked my fingers into knots.

My door opened, showing me a fleeting image of a world outside my windowless cell. My heart soured at the sight of it and collapsed just as quickly when the door closed. Freedom, I thought, pouring all of my needs and wants into that one single word.

I stood up, so difficult with the chains circling my ankles and wrists, and bowed to my detestable liege. “Father,” I acknowledged dully, my voice lost and far away.

He studied me with no emotion, his eyes cold and his lips set into a flat line. He reminded me of my silver mask. “Your year has passed.” He said softly. “Are you mad, as they all said you would be?”

A year of solitude, of strict silence, a year worn with a sliver mask that was only removed when I ate. A year of darkness. I bowed my head and shuddered. “I do not know my lord.”

I felt fingers curl around my chin, the first human contact I had experienced in a whole year. He tilted my face up but I could not meet his gaze. I had never noticed how similar our eyes were. The same shifting, stormy grey. “We’ve played this game before, you and I. Play the meek lamb and I drop my guard. Not again Sail.”

“I-” The words wouldn’t come. “I-“

“What? Do not tell me that your detestable tongue has finally been curbed Fali?”

Hatred flared through me, hot but short lived. I would not go back into the darkness, back into the pit, into my tomb. I had finally learned that freedom could not be obtained through hate. A year they had left me, and a year I had plotted. He thought we had played a game all these years and perhaps we had but now I intended to change the rules.

They would not cowl me.

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Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes, Time passes

I sat among them, their brother once more in appearance if not manner. I did not know these cold imperious people. I had some memories of them of course but they were lost in the shadows of my childhood. I could feel their eyes on me and wondered what they must have thought of their youngest brother. The wild one that was rumoured to be mad.

The young woman beside me, her name was Aliva, the one born before me and as such my last possible master, offered me an attentive smile.

She was a beautiful woman, dark haired like our father and pale skinned like our mother. She did not share my Father’s grey eyes but my mother’s emerald green ones. Of all their children only I had inherited my father’s stony gaze.

“Will you not eat little brother?” She asked me, her voice sweet and kind.

I was not used to kindness. I tried to remember the last person to show me any but for the life of me I could not. I tried to shape the words to answer her but my tongue had grown heavy from disuse over time.

“Answer her boy!” Ranan snapped at me, his green eyes flashing dangerously in his ruddy face. He hated me I realised, though I could not remember him at all. He was my eldest brother and my next master. I thought him a sallow looking creature, grown fat and ugly with contentment.

“I’m sorry, Falumn.” I said, looking only at my sister. My voice sounded harsh and cracked to my own ears. I gestured uselessly. “It has been a long time.”

The table grew silent then, but only for a moment.

“You have only yourself to blame, Fali.” The young man on my left snapped, emphasising my title as deserter with an open sneer. The youngest son save myself. His name was Miket and I supposed he and I shared some resembling similarities, though he had grown more robust and taller than I ever would. Having suffered a year of malnutrition I doubted my full height would ever be impressive.

I bowed my head to him. “I try to atone.” I said softly. The only response I could offer.

“The past year has certainly knocked some manners into him.” My second eldest brother remarked, his tone neutral and even. I remembered Jon better than any of the others. He had been kind to my in my childhood and had visited me during that first year. I told myself I would never forget him and wonders above I had not.

They brought food then. So much, showing such richness and over indulged decadence. Had I not spent the past years eating the dregs offered to the disobedient and defiant? Porridge had sustained me during all that time. I looked thoughtfully at my skinny wrists and hands. What power could I hope to bring forth with such hands? I remembered suddenly that time long ago when I had looked at them in the exact same manner. They had been shorter then but fuller and stronger than they were now. If it took me until the end of my says I would be free, so I had sworn and so it shall be.

Years ago, I realized I was bi. I love pussy but was always turned on by cocks. Especially big black cocks. While in college, there was an adult bookstore nearby that I would visit and look at dirty magazines. Eventually I went into the back and discovered private rooms where I could watch porn and jerk off. This was where I discovered gloryholes. I would watch everything – bi, straight, BBC, tranny, etc. I LOVED watching porn while I was getting my big, thick cock sucked dry by a stranger through the gloryhole. Once another kinky faggot entered my booth while I was getting sucked, knelt behind me and licked my asshole – I came so fucking good! I shot my load so many times in that place!

One day I was in there and a man stuck his cock through the hole. It was a big black piece of meat! I figured maybe it was time for me to return the favor since I’d been getting sucked there almost daily since I discovered the back room. So I started stroking his cock and it got bigger. He was talking really dirty and that turned me on! So I bent over and licked the head of his cock and liked the way his precum tasted. Then he said the magic words to me. He said “be a good faggot and suck my nigger cock, boy”. Immediately, I dropped to my knees and started slurping & sucking his big black cockhead while simultaneously stroking his thick black cock and bursa eskort trying to get as much of that black dick in my mouth! It was then and there that I discovered that I loved being a discreet cocksucker. He was talking dirty to me (which really turned me on!) and feeding me his big, thick black fuck stick through this gloryhole and I LOVED it!.

After a short time, I knew he was going to cum and I was turned on. He was telling me that I was a good faggot boy for taking his cock and worshipping it. Told me to get ready to swallow. Then, he started cumming in my mouth and I loved it! Felt so good to get that load blasted into the back of my mouth (just like I had done to my girlfriends and men in the booth), but I didn’t know what to do and spit it out. When I licked the head of his big black cock and tasted a big drop of his cum – I was hooked as a cocksucker! So I kept sucking his cock and milking him dry. I wanted every drop.

Sadly, he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and thru the hole, but was telling me what I great blowjob I gave him and that he will be back tomorrow. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I just gave a man a blowjob and was confused. I liked it, but loved pussy and wanted to go home and fuck my gf. So, I waited about 5 minutes before I excited the booth. I escort bayan figured the man would leave as soon as he shot his load, like I always did.

When I walked out of the booth, an older black man, about 45 and well dressed, walked up to me and gave me his business card. He said “if you ever want to suck this big nigger cock, call me”. Then he walked away.

I went back to class at the university and thought about him. What I did. How much I enjoyed it. When I could do it again? I called my gf, she came over and we fucked. I was really paying attention to how she was sucking my cock and teasing me. Looking back, she would have been turned on if I told her what I did.

That night, I called him. He gave me his address. I went to his house and knocked on the door. He opened the door wearing a robe and asked if I was ready to be his white-boy faggot cocksucker. I said yes. He said “What? Answer me properly!” I replied “Yes, Sir” and he let me in. Asked if I was thirsty and I replied yes, expecting a beer or bottle of water. He said “I got more cum for you. Follow me”. I did. We went into the tv room where he had porn on and he sat in a chair. Told me to get on my knees in front of him. Told me to take off my shirt and I did. Told me to open his robe and I did. Just stared at his gorukle escort black cock, not hard but firm. He reached out and put his hand on my head, gentle yet firm, and said to me “suck my nigger cock boy. Be a good faggot like you were earlier.” I did! It was such a turn on hearing him tell me how much I was pleasing him. Talking dirty to me. Telling me that if I did a good job he would give me a reward. I thought that meant him cumming in my mouth. He stood up and told me to cup his balls and rub them good. I did and when I traced my finger over his anus (like my gf did to me) he really liked that! So he turned around, knelt into the chair, reached back and spread his ass-cheeks. Before he could tell me what to do, I was licking his anus and trying to fuck his hole with my tongue. He was moaning and telling me what a good faggot I was for sucking his cock and licking his butthole. His cock got so hard and he finally turned around, sat down and I just did what came to me naturally and started sucking and trying to deepthroat him. He was holding my white boy head in his hands and face fucking my mouth – I loved it!

That day was just the beginning of a two year friendship. That night I sucked him, rimmed his asshole repeatedly and he fucked me. I LOVED feeling his long and thick black cock in my asshole, especially when he told me to call him Daddy as he was cumming up my ass. Eventually, I got to meet his friends, male and female, and had lots of fun. I discovered that I enjoyed sucking cock or rimming ass while a woman was there encouraging me to do something sexy and kinky!

There is much more to this story. If you’re interested, contact me.

I had chosen this part of the beach because it was pretty isolated from the crowded hotel beach with the crying kids and everything else that accompanied it. It had originally been marked as a clothing-optional area, but that was decades ago. But even here now, folks were yelling and cursing so loudly that my earplugs couldn’t even cancel them out. Fernando had warned me about all the goings on out here on this semi-isolated section of the beach -lost tourists, gigolos, horny couples. Sounded like my kind of spot, I had joked to him.

The loud cursing folks were a cute couple in their early twenties or so. I had not seen them around this particular area before. But I did remember them from where Fernando and I were having drinks one evening. Very hot couple. She was a curving buxom light strawberry-blond in a very small bikini, and he was dark and jacked wearing a speedo that hid nothing. I watched them for a second. I didn’t know how that bikini was managing to hold together as the girl twisted and turned back yelling at the hot guy as she trudged through the sand. The dude had a tattoo on his flexing pec and another on his side that twisted around his torso, dipping under his speedo. That looks sexy, I thought, but it must have fucking hurt like hell. He had his hand in the air, his finger pointing alternately at her and the heavens, punctuating every expletive he yelled at her in Portuguese and in English. She returned with curse words that even I hadn’t heard, then she slapped him hard across the face.

I just turned up my music and pulled my ball cap down lower over my face, deciding to try to ignore it for the moment.

Wham! Something knocked against my lounger causing it to rock, shifting it slightly in the soft sand.

I jerked up from my slightly tilting lounger, pushing my cap back and pulling off my sunglasses. I grabbed at my earplugs.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I just didn’t see you…my head was turned and I didn’t see you,” the young woman from the couple apologized profusely, lying in the sand beside me.

“It’s okay. Must be my lucky day,” I told her, looking over her beautiful body and giving her a bit of a smile. “You didn’t break anything.” I looked around. “Everything seems to be intact, myself included,” I laughed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, my leg hit that cushioned part. It didn’t hurt me,” the girl said, pointing at the thick cushion hanging off the edge of the sun lounger.

Her breasts swung like heavy round pendulums straining the skimpy material as she bent over in an effort to pull herself onto her feet. Just absolutely perfect, I thought to myself as she adjusted her tiny outfit.

“Now look what you fuckin’ did! Porra! Shit! Puta que pariu! For fuck’s sake!,” the dude yelled angrily at her as he walked up.

She started crying uncontrollably, half-heartedly brushing sand off her arms.

“Hey, man, watch the way you talk to her,” I shouted back at him, my eyes staring at the impression his thick cock was making in his tight swimsuit.

“You mind your own damn fuckin’ business, granddad,” he growled my way.

My eyes moved up and down his body. The body of a man, the mouth of a jackass, I chuckled to myself.

“I understand that I’m almost fifty years old, but I’m not a grandpa by any stretch of the imagination, boy,” I told him sternly as he walked up and grabbed the girl roughly by her arm.

“Stop it,” she hissed softly, sharply pulling away from his grasp. Her arm was red where he had grabbed it. “Leave me alone,” she cried out.

“Just walk away, dude,” I told the young guy as he moved to grab her arm again.

“I told you to fuckin’ mind your own damn fuckin’ business, pops,” he laughed. “I’d hate to knock the fuck out of an old senior citizen. Tha fuck callin’ me ‘boy’…this MAN will fuck you up…” He puffed up and wiped at his nose, flexing his muscles.

I stood up, showing him my full six-foot four-inch stature and the broad-shouldered v-shape frame that was the product of good genes and many hours in the gym. My hairy chest was graying and I had a few lines around my eyes, but I still loomed over his slightly smaller muscled frame.

“What was all that, boy?”

“Uhm, uhm, nothing, sir,” he said meekly, trying to avoid getting the shit beat out of him.

“Get out of the sun and sit the fuck down,” I gestured to both of them, talking in a way they seemed to understand.

I motioned for them to sit down under the large umbrella. The guy sat on the edge of the blanket and the girl perched on part of the lounger.

“Now what the fuckin’ hell is going on with you two? I’m not nosy until I’m forced into it. I’m trying to enjoy myself out here, but you two are making that mighty gawdamn hard.”

I had gone into full daddy-mode.

I sat on the other end of the sunlounger, leaning toward them with my arms on my thighs.

“I’m sorry we disturbed you. We came down here to get away from everyone and just didn’t see you over here,” the girl stuttered, wiping her eyes. “I’m Lily,” she bursa merkez escort said, looking at me and giving me a brave little smile.

“I’m Bill,” I told her, smiling back.

“And I’m João,” the guy said, holding out his hand. “Sorry about my mouth.”

I shook his hand. “So, is there anything I can do?”

João looked at Lily. She started to cry again.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on,” I said, calmly. “What’s going on?”

“Everything we had -our cash, traveler’s cheques, cards, phones, everything was in her bag,” João explained. “And it was stolen earlier today.”

Lily let lose a good bawl into her hands

“I see,” I answered, nodding my head. “That’s horrible bad luck, but I’ve known it to happen in these crowded tourist areas. You’ve got to be careful around here. It happens and it’s just gone.”

“We told the police, but they weren’t much help. They talked about reporting it to our insurance and hotel. It was after we checked out and the hotel wasn’t very helpful either, saying it was a police matter. They’re holding our luggage for us. We now have nothing. Not a cent.” He gave an angry side glance at Lily..

“It wasn’t my fault! I just turned away for a second,” she cried. “You just disappeared. I was looking for you!”

“Puta merda! Fucking shit!” João groaned, getting up and walking off a few feet. He ran his hands through his hair as he walked back, looking frustrated. “I told you not to turn your back at the beach, even for a second when it is…”

“Okay, okay,” I interrupted him. “Are you hungry? I am,” I asked, trying to ease the tension. “Let’s go to the cafe and get something to eat. You’ll feel better.”

João looked at Lily and she shook her head sadly.

“We don’t have any money.”

“Nonsense, my treat, okay?” I said, grabbing my things.

João looked back at Lily, who nodded at him as she calmed down.

“Okay, thank you, sir,” João told me, as he patted Lily’s leg.

“Stop with the ‘sir’ thing, call me ‘Bill’,” I corrected him.

“Thanks, Bill,” João said with Lily agreeing with him.

There was an outside cafe near the beach. I got us a table away from most of the other patrons and immediately told them to order some drinks.

“So what do you two do when you’re not on vacation?” I asked after a sip of cold beer.

“I work in a shop and João works at a strip club,” Lily told me, stirring her drink with her straw before taking a sip.

“I’m security at a strip club,” her boyfriend told me. “I tell Lily she could do a helluva job better than most of the girls there.”

Lily raised her arms and gave a little shimmy.

“Well, she’s got my vote guaranteed,” I said, looking at her and giving a wink. “My friend Fernando did a few tours as a stripper. He made a small fortune and got into real estate, that is until I roped him into helping me with my business. Now I can’t imagine being without him,” I told them, giving a little laugh.

They asked what I did.

“Well,” I started and then took a sip. “I work in the film industry, among other things.”

“So you make movies? Have you met any big movie stars?” Lily asked.

“Well, that depends on what you mean by big. I’m in the adult movie business,” I explained, with a chuckle.

“You make pornos?” João whispered, leaning over the table.

“Yeah, but very intellectual serious ones,” I joked.

“Wow,” they both responded seriously.

“There’s a lot of fame for the actors…” I started.

“I bet they make a shitload more than folks on those cam sites,” João interrupted, glancing at Lily.

“Let him finish,” Lily chastised him, slapping his hand and almost making him spill his beer. “I want to hear about this. I love porn.”

“There’s always money needed for shoots, actors to hire…not to mention scripts and wardrobe and locations that people forget we need. I’m always looking for investors…backers. And I’m always looking for serious adult actors, not just the fly-by-night folks looking for sex or a quick buck. It’s not all just a quick bang in a bedroom. There’s a whole lot of planning, and that’s what I do,” I said as Lily listened intently. “Not to mention testing for STDs and accounting and taxes.”

“We got all the tests done ourselves and everything was negative, so maybe I’ll get preggers from him rawdogging me now…is that the word you said to me?” she asked her embarrassed man. “And hopefully we will be tying the knot soon,” Lily said blushing at her outburst. Her hand disappeared under the table and João gave an almost imperceptible flinch.

From his reactions, I figured she was appreciating his big cock with her hand under the table.

“I just said it was a future possibility,” João said, clearing his throat and shifting in his chair. “We also said we might look into finding another safe couple to swing with…”

“João!” Lily interrupted, playfully slapping his upper arm this time. Her hand reappeared and she took another sip of her drink, bursa yabancı escort her eyes flitted from her drink to João and back.

Everything was quiet for a moment.

“Playing safe eases your mind,” I volunteered.

“Now we’re here with absolutely nothing,” Lily said, fiddling with a napkin and looking like she was about to cry again.

“Hey, hey, I’ve got an idea!” I blurted out to stop Lily’s waterworks.

“What?” Lily asked, her demeanor changing. She leaned toward me.

“Okay, you two come to my place. It’s a huge two-bedroom suite. You can rest and get a shower. I can’t get your bag back, but I can go get your luggage back. The food, a shower, fresh clothes –you’ll feel better and think a bit more clear about what to do next. How about that?”

“I dunno, man.” João responded.

“What else are we going to do?” Lily told him. “You haven’t had any bright ideas.”

I was renting a very nice condo instead of staying at my regular hotel, and Lily was very impressed when we got there. João wasn’t as excited.

“We probably shouldn’t impose on you,” he said cautiously as Lily dropped onto the sofa in her bikini, her arms spread out rubbing against the soft leather. “I mean, we don’t want to disturb you and Fernando.”

“No, I insist! We’ve got to get you situated and you need a clear head to deal with what happened,” I explained.

“Yeah, I am so very grateful!” Lily exclaimed as she jumped off the sofa and gave me a big hug, clasping her hand in mine. “This is so nice!” she said to me. Her clasped hand moved mine down to her crotch as João turned away. Without thinking, I let my fingers wander a bit. “So very nice. Thank you,” she purred softly, pulling away from me as he turned back.

I went to retrieve the couple’s luggage after changing my clothes. Of course, I had stuffed all my valuables in my pockets and backpack to carry them with me. Just in case. You simply can’t trust people, you know.

It wasn’t long before I returned. There was music loudly playing as the porter pushed in the cart with the retrieved luggage into the room. He set it on the floor and I tipped him. He walked out and the door closed quietly behind him. There was no sign of João and Lily in the sitting room, so I walked down the short hallway to the extra bedroom. The door was very slightly ajar. I glanced inside.

I smiled to myself as I saw João completely naked. His smooth bronze skin was tight over his long thick muscles. His torso was tight and defined -his chest rounded and abs dimpled with muscled ridges. He was biting his lip and his eyes were closed as he fucked into Lily. She was lying on her back, her creamy skin almost the same color as the ivory-colored bedspread. Her full breasts jiggled back and forth as João thrust into her. Two towels were crumpled on the bed, one of Lily’s hands grabbing at them with every thrust of João’s big uncut cock into her. Her little whimpers seemed to get him more aroused, causing his thrusts to go in harder and deeper.

My shorts were tented as I watched them fucking. I eased down my zipper and fondled the head of my cock, sorta hoping they’d see me and invite me to join them. My mouth watered thinking about tongue-fucking his round muscular ass as her slammed into her sweet pink pussy. My fingertips slid through the stream of precum leaking from my piss slit, coating my big flared cockhead.

Some food and a hot shower was just what they needed. As well as a bit of tension relief.

João started breathing faster, his face tightened and he gritted his teeth. His body shook and he fell forward onto Lily.

I zipped back up, sneaking back to the sitting room and giving the front door a good slam.

“Anyone around?” I yelled, as I walked over to turn the music down, giving them time to finish up. I smoothed my shorts, wondering if they’d spot the wet stain on the front.

In a few minutes, João walked in wearing a towel. His deeply tanned skin glowed from his little workout in the bedroom.

“You’re back. That was quick.”

“Yeah, I used to stay at The Palms all the time. I know the guy that owns it, Fernando. I can get him to do anything for me, ya know,” I said with a wink. “Fernando sees everything and can get things done. He has helped me find some really hot actors for my films through the hotel.”

“Well, that’s handy,” João laughed.

“You have no idea,” I agreed.

“Lily is finishing up in the shower,” he informed me, as he grabbed one of the bags. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts. “Thanks for doing this, man.”

“No problem.”

A few minutes later, Lily walked into the room, wearing a robe from the bathroom and drying her hair with a towel.

“Oh good, clean clothes!” she smiled, padding over to a large pink suitcase and popping it open. She pulled out a make-up bag and a few other odds and ends. “So when’s Fernando coming? I guess we ought to go by then,” she asked, turning to me.

“What?” I asked, bursa sınırsız escort confused.

“Fernando. Your boyfriend. We don’t want to be a bother or in the way,” João replied. “I mean we’re cool with gay guys and all.”

I laughed out loud.

“Fernando has a penthouse at The Palms…and we’re not a couple,” I corrected them.

They both looked at each other, looking a bit surprised.

“What makes you think I’m gay?” I asked them.

“You talked about him a whole lot and we just assumed. And you really didn’t try anything with us. We just figured you didn’t…you weren’t…we didn’t mean to insult you…uhm, we’re sorry about…,” João started apologizing.

I held my hand up to stop him. “Maybe I’m bisexual. Maybe I’m straight, but open to playing with guys. What does it really matter?”

They both looked at each other again.

“And maybe…maybe…if I had a choice, I’d choose you both,” I told them. “Maybe I actually want to fuck around…maybe I’ve been planning something, but wanted to give you time to freshen up. Maybe my big cock really wants to play right now,” I laughed, grabbing my crotch.

João grabbed his shirt and put it on.

“Yeah…but no,” he laughed, looking toward the door. “I ain’t lettin’ no dude…no…no play with my dick or my ass,” he stuttered.

Lily just sat there.

I reached over to my bag and pulled out a wad of cash, throwing it on the low table.

“It will just be transactional. I get what I want, you get what you want. My big dick gets to fuck around with you both.”

“Wow! How much is that?” Lily said, her eyes widening.

“Enough that you could enjoy some of the luxuries around town for a while and still go home with a fat wallet,” I informed her.

“Well, João, you used to like when I fingered your ass while you jerked off on my tits,” Lily volunteered out of the blue.

“Shut the fuck up,” João growled. “But you ain’t some guy that another dude wants to put his big cock into.”

“No, but you’ll let him put his big…,” Lily turned to me, “Is it really big?”

“Enormous,” I told her, smiling.

“No, but you’ll let him put his enormous cock inside me. Now what’s fair about that,” Lily said to João. “We’re in this together.”

I thought João was going to pass out as he gently swayed from side to side, muttering something in Portuguese.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned as he stood up and walked over to the bar. He laid his face in his hands, letting them fall onto the surface of the bar. He suddenly raised up and took a deep breath. His mouth twisted like he was almost going to cry. “Okay,” he spit out. “I’ll fuckin’ do it. Who’s going first?”

“Calm down,” I laughed. “I thought we might just let that happen organically. We can all go lie down and just see what happens,” I explained.

I ushered them both to my bedroom. João was skittish, turning back every few steps until we were finally standing near the bed. He stood by the bed, his arms crossed and looking at Lily.

“Let’s all get comfortable,” I told them as I pulled off my shirt.

They stood there watching as I stripped everything off. Lily’s eyes focused on my big cock.

“Wow, it really is huge,” she gasped when it flopped out of my shorts.

I shook it a few times, laughing, I fell back on the bed and scooted to the middle. I patted the bed and motioned for them both to join me. Lily let the robe fall to the floor and curled up beside me on the bed. João pulled off his shirt and let his towel fall exposing a pretty big uncut cock, although mine was by far the longest and thickest. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Lily snuggling up to my big hairy muscular body.

I ran my hands over Lily’s breasts, feeling the soft creamy flesh. I leaned over and placed my mouth over each of her pink areola, strumming her nipples with my tongue. She flung her head back as I moved down her body to her perfect pink pussy.

Lily cried out in ecstasy as my tongue slipped into her, centering on her clit. Her hands grabbed at my hair as she panted and squirmed.

“Fuck, dude,” João asked, leaning in to get some pointers. He was interested now.

I grabbed him by the neck, forcing him closer.

“Repeat what I do, boy,” I ordered him.

My tongue licked around her honey clit, then ran up and down her inner pussy. My wet sloppy lips mouthed around her labia before going back to her clit. I pulled back and let João have a go. As he started my hand ran down his muscled back to his ass. I dipped between his ass cheeks to his hole; and as I did his legs automatically parted, sliding across the cool sheets as if I had found a trigger. My finger tapped at his pucker and he started getting more into eating Lily’s pussy, like scratching a dog behind the ears and making his back leg shake.

“Ahhhhhh!” João groaned, pulling his lips and tongue abruptly away from Lily. “Fuck,” he hissed before going back to licking her pussy.

His hips pushed his ass against my fingertip, as if he was begging me to stimulate his prostate. He wanted me inside him, sending those volts of pleasure through his body. I let a gob of spit drip into his crack. My finger spread the saliva over his hole before I eased it into his tightness. He let out a groan that vibrated through Lily’s pussy.

His ass was tight against my finger and I began to push another in.

There is a regional park close to where I live that I have found to be safe and convenient to do some nude sunbathing. After doing some exploring I found a few out of the way places where I could safely remove my clothes and lay out in the sun, totally nude. One place in particular was just a short walk along the walking path from the parking lot.

I found the location by accident. One day I was out walking and saw a deer off the path. I followed it across an open prairie like section next to a heavily wooded area. As I got closer the deer noticed me and took off. I soon lost site of the deer but decided to follow the path through the weeds it seemed to be following. I soon came upon a large oval shaped clearing that must have been sixty or seventy yards deep and fifty yards in width. It had been a dry summer and the foliage indicated this used to be a wetland that was now dry for the season. Some of the weeds were 3 to 4 feet high and off near the far side there was one section that had weeds that must have been at least 7 or 8 feet tall.

I thought this would be a really nice, safe place to get away sometime and do some naked sunbathing. I could lie down in the weeds, and no one would be able to see me. It was located far enough away from the walking path that I could not be seen or heard by anyone. Access to it was out of the way; the only way anyone would accidentally find it was like I did. Maybe they saw a deer or some other creature and decided to follow it. Pretty unlikely.

The next day was just as hot and sunny as the day I found my secret location, so I packed a small bag with sunscreen, bug spray, some water, a couple of large escort bayan towels, some paper towels, and some beer. I was all set. There were only two other cars in the parking lot that day. The site was located on the west side of Spring Lake Regional Park offering over 370 acres of incredibly diverse natural habitats.

I followed the original deer path just off the main trail until it ran into the clearing. I then made my own path through the tall weeds, heading toward that large stand of taller weeds on the other side. I had checked online and saw this location was indeed a pond at one time. It showed up as a small blue oval shaped area indicating water. Now dried up it offered some great open space for the sun to shine yet was off the beaten path, so it was a very safe and secure place for me to comfortably sunbath in the nude. Just what I was looking for.

I found a spot on the other side of the clearing, behind those tall weeds thinking that it added an extra layer of protection in case anyone happened upon this spot like I did. It was still highly unlikely that would ever happen. I cleared a patch in the weeds using my feet and then put my towels down to flatten out the remaining weeds, creating a small space to lie down in. I was hidden from sight since the weeds were so tall. I positioned my towel at the right angle to get the most out of the sun, knowing I would have to move it as the sun arced its way from east to west across the blue, cloud free sky.

I removed my shirt and shorts and stood in the glorious sun, in the open field, all by myself, totally naked. It was liberating. görükle escort It was exciting. I was already sprouting a hardon. I spayed for bugs, applied sunscreen, and lubed up my asshole for some play while I was enjoying the great outdoors in the nude.

I mentioned I brought some beer. The reason for that was so I could give myself a beer enema. Something I enjoyed doing to help clean myself out as well as get a nice little erotic buzz going. I figured this would be a fun way to enjoy the sun, the seclusion, and the erotic nature of the situation.

I set a timer on my phone for 20 minutes so I could time myself being on one side before turning over; controlling the amount of sun I was getting. It also allowed me to keep track of the time I held one bottle of beer inside. So, every 20 minutes I would get up, expel the residual beer in my colon, lube up my ass, and play with my cock and asshole. Maybe even do a little fisting. Then pour another beer inside me and lay on my other side to even out the tanning.

I only had a six pack with me this first time so after two hours I had a nice little buzz going, had sweat rolling off my naked body and was horny as hell. My hardon would come and go depending on my movements and an occasional cooling breeze. The timer allowed me to comfortably doze off without worrying about being exposed to the sun on one side for too long.

Since I like to have my ass played with and there was no one else around, I decided to take things into my own hands, so to speak. After lubing myself up I would get on my hands and knees. Open a beer bottle. Insert it bursa escort bayan into my rectum, swirl it around a little and pour the contents directly into my colon. I have found that this is a good way to clean myself out and at the same time get an immediate buzz. I had repeated this at least 5 or 6 times now. Doing this outside added another dimension and really heightened the erotic experience.

I was naked, on my hands and knees, totally surrounded by tall weeds, sweating from the hot sun. I was protected from anyone seeing me unless they were right on top of me. My body was oiled up, slick and slippery. My asshole was lubed up, smooth and slick. I first used my fingers to open my puckered ass to prepare it for the bottle. I applied more lube and inserted all of my fingers in a cone like fashion opening myself up even more. I was relaxed and turned on and felt my rose bud opening up to the warm sun and the gentle breeze. I pushed my entire hand inside. I was beginning to sweat more. I was feeling the excitement of being naked and outdoors. I made a fist and began to slowly fist myself, opening myself up even more. Taking my time, playing with my hole that was now starting to gape open. I was thinking that it would be even more fun if someone else’s hand was inside me right now besides my own. Now that would be “hot.”

I was nice and opened up now. When I pulled my fist out it left a gaping hole, exposed to the sun and breeze. I swirled my finger around the hole, keeping it open for what was coming next. I then inserted the neck of the open beer bottle. Swirled it around a little more and poured the contents directly inside. I was so opened up that the entire bottle drained in just few seconds. I had done this before but never outdoors in a situation like this. It was a pretty big turn on. The only way this would be even more exciting and erotic (besides the fisting) if someone was watching me as I did this. Little did I know at the time.

End of part 1

Chapter Thirty-Two — Sh*tty Families

It was now or never, Jonathan declaimed the words in his own head, as he squeezed the phone in his hand. The people around him moved fast, out of synch with his hesitant steps. He made a left turn and sat down on a bench, his fingers gripping the phone too tightly. With one last deep breath before the dive, he lightly touched the screen, hoping for a technological glitch at the last moment.

“Hello?” His first word was a pebble thrown into a bottomless pit.

“Jonathan.” Matter-of-factly, directly, like they had just seen each other a week or so before.

Neither of them uttered another word, waiting for the other to say something.

“What have you been doing?” There was a slight upward inflection at the end, a reproach of sorts, not at all just a formal and polite question as it could have been interpreted.

“I’ve been studying,” he offered the only neutral thing that came to mind. Nothing along the lines of ‘I’ve been making friends’ or ‘I got myself a boyfriend’. For this occasion, it was better to bury the hatchet and leave it undisturbed for the next few days.

“I spoke with the dean. Whenever you decide to pick up from where you left off, you are welcome to return.”

Jonathan moved the phone from one ear to the other. “I will finish my studies here.”

A short silence followed. “Sunny Hill, is it?”

So, they knew. Jonathan didn’t bother to ask how. Without a doubt, they were people with means and they never hesitated using them when the need arose.

“Yes, Sunny Hill.”

“You are determined to finish your studies there.”

“Yes.”

“Very well.”

Jonathan didn’t know what else to add. Could it be that his father truly agreed with his decision?

“If you want to make a mess out of your future.”

Of course, how could he not see it coming? The other shoe, always waiting to drop. He took a deep breath. “I was thinking of coming home for Thanksgiving.” He waited, while his father remained silent.

“You are welcome here, any time you decide to come back.”

Was that a veiled condition for him to be allowed to visit them? To go back home and play the nice quiet son once again?

“We can also discuss the Kincaid family when you visit.”

Jonathan felt his eyebrows knitting into a tight frown. “What about them?” he managed to force the words through his teeth by sheer power of will or a miracle.

“I spoke with them. They agree that the whole thing was blown out of proportion.”

“By the whole thing, do you mean my getting as good as executed by the great powers that be on false grounds?” Jonathan didn’t realize he was raising his voice until a woman with a kid passing by gave him a strange look.

He half-turned from the street, the phone pressed tightly against his ear.

“The dean agrees, too. I already told you. You are welcome back, whenever you decide. Of course, it doesn’t mean that you should take advantage of people’s benevolence.”

A hand of iron gripped Jonathan’s throat, threatening his ability to breathe. “I will not go back to that school,” he said as firmly as he could without letting his father hear the trembling in his voice.

“We will talk more when you arrive.”

Jonathan looked around, resting his eyes on a colorful light ornament glittering behind the clear windows of a store. “What do you want to talk about? Regarding… Andrew Kincaid?”

“His parents took measures to correct his behavior. I can assure you of that. They told me to give them a call if I heard from you. Your fellow student will extend his apologies as soon as he’s given the opportunity.”

“Apologies?” Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to chase away the pain nesting behind his forehead. “What kind of apology would ever be enough for what he did?”

“You are very young, Jonathan. Andrew, as well. You both made mistakes, and you’re not the first, or the last, to fall prey to certain temptations.”

Was his father talking about the sexual nature of his and Drew’s relationship? Or about the drugs Drew used to do on the regular?

“Of course, we would like you to take a test as soon as you arrive. These schools,” his father said with vague contempt, “are known as dens of iniquity.”

“Do you think I’m doing drugs?” Jonathan didn’t know what to think. “I didn’t do drugs when Drew got caught.”

“It’s a measure to put your mother’s mind, and mine, at ease.”

“You still don’t believe me,” Jonathan said in a bitter voice. “You think I lied to you.”

“You have become rather obstinate. What is happening with you? If this is about the situation with Andrew–“

“It has nothing to do with him. Not anymore,” Jonathan said in a strained voice. “It is about us. You and I, as a family. You should have known me, dad.”

Short pauses were for effect, but not with his father. He always thought before speaking, choosing from the various possible answers as from a box of cutlery. It had to be flawless and in synch with the rest of the table arrangement. bursa sınırsız escort “You surprised us. Quite unpleasantly. Before you hurry to condemn us, if Andrew is what you wish for in a partner,” the last word came out with some difficulty, “it is something we could come to accept.”

Jonathan shook his head, although he knew very well that his parent couldn’t see him. “Should I be thankful for that?”

“Certainly, at least not as ungrateful as you sound right now. Come home. We have many things to discuss.”

Jonathan rubbed his temple hard. “I think it’s too early for us to see each other again.”

“What nonsense. You just said that you plan on visiting us.”

“No.” Jonathan surprised even himself with the categorical answer. “You’re sweeping everything under the rug. You believe Andrew and I should kiss and make up, as if we just had some schoolyard brawl. And that all will go back to the way it was. Well, maybe not as it was. Apparently, you’re willing to consider that you can accept my being gay.”

“It isn’t like you to speak out of turn in such a fashion. What are they teaching you at that school? The next thing we know, you might pick habits such as protesting for the wellbeing of whales or against nuclear testing, or something just as silly.”

Jonathan felt hot and cold at the same time. It was true that he had never before dared to talk like this to his father.

“We appreciate your ability to be self-reliant,” his father continued. “But you are a Hamilton. Doesn’t that name mean anything to you?”

Oh, there came the guilt trip. Jonathan decided that he would have none of it. “Happy Thanksgiving, dad. Tell mom I wish her well.”

“Jonathan,” his father said sternly. “Stop this nonsense. Fine, if you do not wish to talk to Andrew and accept his apologies, we can wait until you’re less hotheaded than right now. But come home.”

If he had been the kind to believe in miracles, Jonathan would have thought that there was a trace of something human and father-like in how the last sentence was spoken. But no. He would just fall back into his old patterns, and it would mean that he hadn’t learned anything from his past experiences.

“If Andrew,” Jonathan said through his teeth, “had wanted so much to apologize to me, he could have called any time. I doubt his intentions are sincere. But, after all, when were they ever?”

“Forget about the Kincaids for now,” his father cut his words short. “Come home.”

The last thing Jonathan expected was for his parent to admit that they missed him, just as he missed them. And it didn’t come, of course.

“No, I cannot.”

“Will you never come home?” his father asked harshly. “What do you hope to prove with this?”

“No, I am not saying that. I will come and see you. I just don’t know when. Maybe I should wait for my hotheadedness to cool first.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you.”

“That is something I can live with. Goodbye, dad. I hope you won’t tell Andrew you heard from me. God forbid he feel any pressure to call. I’m on a diet of no bullshit lately.”

His father sucked in a breath. “I can see what kind of school you’re attending. Let them strip you of your good upbringing if that makes you happy.”

For a moment, Jonathan considered apologizing for the rude language but stopped himself. He had to accept so much from them, their distrust, their betrayal, after all. They could live with hearing words that hadn’t belonged in any Hamilton’s vocabulary to date. Even that was hypocritical of them. Jonathan had heard his grandfather swearing like a sailor on at least two separate occasions. The façade was cracked; he wouldn’t think for a moment about closing his eyes to the fissures in the edifice his father considered their family to be.

“Goodbye, son. I hope to hear from you once you put that head of yours in order.”

Jonathan waited for his father to terminate the conversation without saying another word. He could measure the time in heartbeats. It only took three for his dad to hang up on him.

He caught his head in both hands, pulling at tufts of hair until the slight pain stabilized him. Well, that left him little choice. Thanksgiving on his own would have to do.

***

“I’m sorry, but we cannot refund you for the ticket.”

Jonathan nodded. There wasn’t much he could do about that, of course, and it had been a crap shoot to begin with. He should have tried online, but his steps had taken him to the airport anyway. It was as if there was still an unraveled thread pulling him toward his previously planned destination.

“Maybe if someone needed one?” the woman offered with an apologetic smile. Her colleague on her right gestured for her to lean in. Her face lit up immediately. “It looks like there’s a passenger who might want your ticket.”

Jonathan turned to witness a rambunctious group of kids followed by two adults.

“Do you happen to have an extra ticket?” The woman asked him, and her eyes were full of hope. “You bursa merkez escort see, we weren’t expecting my husband,” she gestured at the man who grabbed the kids, two boys of around ten, under his arms, “to come home, and we made other plans with the family–“

Jonathan handed her the ticket without saying a word.

“Oh, we should pay for it. We’re so, so grateful,” she said as she began rummaging through her purse.

“No need,” he said.

“Are you sure?” She stopped and took a good look at him. “No, it’s not possible. It’s quite expensive.”

“I insist,” he said and extended his arm more so that she would take the ticket. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

He turned on his heel while the couple was still thanking him profusely for his grand gesture. It took some of the bitter taste off his tongue, but not all of it.

***

It was still possible to call Maddox or Ray, but he felt that he would just be imposing. People, normal people, were reuniting with their families now and didn’t need to hear about his miserable conversation with his father. He took a look inside the small fridge and nodded thoughtfully. With just a few ingredients, he could put together a festive dinner of sorts for tomorrow.

But, before that, he wanted to take a walk. The campus was almost deserted, with very few students hurrying with luggage out of their dorms, chatting happily and making plans for their short vacation.

It was such a strange feeling to see the place, usually so animated, being drained of the young blood that made it what it was. Without the joyous voices to break the silence, nothing remained but buildings, but Jonathan didn’t mind it.

He waved at the security guard making his rounds. “When are you leaving, Jonathan?” he asked.

“Change of plans,” he said brightly. “I’ll have to spend Thanksgiving here.”

“That’s too bad. Did you miss your flight?”

The man had seen him earlier, with the plane ticket clutched in his hand, hurrying off like everyone else. “Yes. I don’t know where my head is at these days.”

“It must be because of too much studying.” Not only the students, but the personnel on campus had gotten to know him. Jonathan had no desire to be a celebrity, but he was always polite and apparently that made him stand out from the student body in general in the eyes of the people who worked there. “Take it easy, and enjoy your Thanksgiving, anyway,” the security guard wished him.

Jonathan offered the same in return and continued his walk against the fading tide. There were no more students now, and the silence was starting to creep in like a veil. He looked up and noticed something white and small descending and landing on the tip of his nose. He sneezed. It was snowing. As far as he was aware, it shouldn’t be, but he had been too busy with other things lately to be concerned about the weather forecast.

His father sneered at Sunny Hill as if it were some inferior institution of education. Jonathan had come to love the campus and its buildings, and he smiled when he noticed the renovations under construction. He and Maddox had had some truly interesting moments behind those buildings. The snow fell gently, covering everything and making the silence all the more pleasant. Now, Jonathan could see the traces of his steps stretching behind him.

The windows everywhere were dark, but one was lit. Jonathan looked up. Could it be that there was someone still in there? Maybe they had just forgotten to turn off the light. It was the arts building, a place he didn’t have any business to be in, given his major, but he doubted anyone would mind if he just walked over to the first floor and turned off the light.

There was a chance that the door was locked, and his good intentions wouldn’t matter, but when he put his hand on the handle, it turned, granting him access right away. Jonathan shrugged. It wasn’t as if anyone would walk in there and steal something, right? He walked up the stairs, deciding to remind the security guard that this building hadn’t been locked yet.

Jonathan stopped on the landing as his ears caught something. It was a muffled sound and it came from one of the rooms, and when he walked closer, he realized that it came from the one with the light still on. He stopped in front of it and pressed his ear against it. Definitely, someone was in there.

And he was singing. A pleasant male tenor voice drifted to Jonathan’s ears, convincing him that he shouldn’t refuse himself the pleasure of opening the door to the music room and witnessing firsthand the young artist displaying his virtuosity.

He would be quiet so that he didn’t interrupt. Jonathan turned the handle slowly, pushing the door open little by little, all the while his hearing focused on the fantastic voice that continued attacking the highest notes of the classical aria. Did their school have such an amazing talent? Why had he never heard about it? Who could it be? Jonathan couldn’t say he knew all the students, but he hoped he wasn’t as bursa escort bayan dull and uninterested in the life around him to be unaware of the presence of an incredible artist in such close proximity.

He stopped in the doorway and froze when he realized who was there. Headphones on, lost in a world of his own, sitting on a high chair in front of a microphone, was no one other than Rusty. Jonathan gaped and blinked. Was this some kind of lip-synching?

But no, it couldn’t be, he thought, as his eyes, glued to Rusty’s lips, could see the obvious effort he put into pronouncing each of the Italian words. There was a candid misstep here and there that convinced Jonathan he was witnessing the unfathomable.

Rusty was singing. No, he wasn’t just singing. He was displaying true talent, force and passion. Jonathan took a step back, hoping that he still had the time to make himself scarce without looking like an intruder, which he was.

But the aria reached its final notes, and Jonathan hesitated, as the music lover in him ached to witness all of it. Rusty smiled and his eyes opened. Without anything left for him to do, Jonathan let go of the door and clapped. “Bravo!”

The mischievous green eyes grew wide. Rusty threw off the headphones and tripped over some wires as he hurried to reach Jonathan. “Hamilton, you’re a dead man!” he shouted.

Ah, well. Now that was his cue to make a run for it. He made a one-eighty and rushed out and down the stairs, Rusty on his tail. It didn’t help that he was laughing while trying to put some serious distance between him and his pursuer; for some reason, the fact that Rusty could sing and that he was now chasing him seemed incredibly funny.

The chase only underscored who the athlete was between them. Rusty caught him just as he tried to pull open the front door of the building. Jonathan felt himself hoisted by the shoulders of his coat and then thrown against the wall. “Ouch!” he protested while trying to catch his breath.

Rusty grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and stared him down. Light from the streetlamps filtered through the tall windows, so they could make out each other’s faces, making it obvious what their eyes were saying right now.

“The fuck you doing here, Hamilton?” Rusty shook him.

“I should ask you the same. Stop shaking me already.”

He didn’t expect Rusty to obey, but the guy stopped abruptly and let go of his coat. Then, he put a finger in Jonathan’s face. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut, or we’re going to have a problem.”

“Really?” Jonathan adjusted his clothes and let out a snort. All that chasing had left him with no air in his lungs. Still, he felt like laughing. It was no less than exhilarating to be chased down a corridor like that. “What kind of problem?”

Rusty munched on his lower lip, as if he was thinking of ways to make Jonathan disappear. “I could ask nicely,” he said abruptly and looked Jonathan straight in the eye.

No wonder people were crazy about this particular Sunny Hill student, both girls and guys, as far as Jonathan knew. Seconds ago, he had looked like he was about to commit a murder like an Italian opera buffo, and now he was playing nice.

Jonathan sighed. “Sorry about intruding on your personal time like that. You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell anyone that you can sing. Although, it’s quite a shame. You have a wonderful voice.”

Rusty rubbed the back of his neck. It didn’t look like he wanted to elaborate on Jonathan’s remarks in any way. “Weren’t you supposed to go visit your folks or something?”

Jonathan shrugged. “I was.” He didn’t add anything, either. “So, when are you going to leave?”

“Leave where?”

“To visit your dad. Maddox told me. I hope it wasn’t a secret,” he said quickly and ready to apologize.

To his relief, Rusty grabbed him by the shoulder and squeezed hard. “Nah. I’m spending Thanksgiving here.”

“What a coincidence,” Jonathan said, somewhat relieved. “Same here.”

Not that he would ask Rusty to make plans together, even if now they were, most probably, the only students left behind.

Rusty made a gesture for him to walk out of the building first. “Let me guess,” he said as soon as they were outside. “Shitty family?”

Jonathan stopped and looked at him. Rusty was underdressed, in just a t-shirt and sweatpants. “I suppose you could say that,” he said quietly.

Rusty nodded thoughtfully and stuffed his hands in his pants pockets. “Same here.”

There appeared to be a tacit understanding between them. “You can sing,” Jonathan said automatically. He didn’t know exactly how to behave around Rusty, now that they were walking side by side, across the deserted campus.

“Yeah,” Rusty admitted.

“But you suck at karaoke. I mean, Maddox told me as much, and I even witnessed… Hey, don’t you have a coat? If you left it back there–“

“Nope. Wait, don’t tell me you’re going to criticize my fashion sense now.”

Jonathan recognized a challenge when he heard one. Also, he understood that Rusty didn’t want to talk about the incredible fact that he had a voice that recommended him for the greatest opera stages in the world. Still, it didn’t mean that he would let it go, just like that. It irked him to no end, he realized, that Rusty was hiding it. Clearly, Maddox and the rest of Rusty’s closest friends didn’t have any idea about it, unless it was a secret better guarded than Fort Knox.

### Sex God Saga 10

### Facilitating Friendship

Still Saturday:

Theo walked past the bar where bottles in silly shapes were backlit by neon strips. The Watcher moved within the bottles, its disembodied eyes sharpening to the sight of mediumship.

Keith was still in the same spot, now with a different girl clinging to his arm. The statue of Saint Lucy was right behind him, making it seem like her cyan halo hovered behind the Asian conjurer. Lucy’s eyes were blindfolded with neon tubes, giving Keith’s head even more backlight.

It was fucking unfair how hot he looked. Theo wanted to turn and go back upstairs and cuddle with Mako, Paris or both. He shouldn’t have to feel the heartache of Keith’s unreachability right after a great fuck.

“Hey Theo,” Keith said. “You look like a deer in the headlights. What’s up?”

“Just had a lot of fun upstairs. Still recovering, hehe.”

“I checked by the lounge. Only Paris and the Kims there.”

The ambiance changed to orange and purple, giving Keith a golden aura.

“Yeah, I w-was checking out the equipment.”

“Ah, tech nerd Mako, am I right? But you looked like you ran a marathon. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Hey, did you see that guy there? Cain Ho. White hair, looks too young to be here.”

Keith glanced at where Cain had just slipped through the crowd. A Veneer went up around them, glamouring their conversation. “Yeah, some free shaman. I’m sure we offered him a membership but he didn’t take it and I never talked to him. Probably some champion.”

“Is he? He seems… eerie.”

Keith shrugged. “Gods pick champions who fit them. Doesn’t mean it’s a happy relationship. If you’re at a point in your life where it seems like a good idea to bash your head against the wall and the god of head-wall bashing comes to you with a deal you’re desperate for and in exchange you gotta keep bashing your head…” He waved his hand.

“Please, tell me that god is hypothetical.”

“As far as I know. Now excuse me or Claire’s going to lose interest. A man’s gotta put the bros before the hoes but the hoes gotta be put somewhere.”

Theo slinked away, feeling all the tiredness he’d kept suppressing.

The first sight in the toilets was a plaster saint — holding a neon tube shaped into a fish — pissing from a tiny plaster dick into a basin. A scribble on the wall said ‘Saint Peeter’.

Maybe it was the exhaustion but Theo found that hilarious enough to chuckle until he noticed the vague shape in the mirror. An Outsider who had no intentions of hiding from him.

The blur resolved with a slight summon. Incu, the bull headed incubus. He had more of a torso now, a proper minotaur.

“Please, don’t go demon on me.”

“Worry not, little conjurer,” Incu said. “I would have liked you to devote that sex to me, but I was content observing. I was not the only one.”

“Yeah,” Theo said, wondering if the sex-muse would have made a better chaperone than Ace. But he liked making gay friends.

“Would you devote some to me in the future?”

“Not sure that’s… convenient. Sorry.”

He glanced around. Nobody was in any of the stalls. It was weirdly quite. Incu’s doing?

“A Venture then, perhaps,” the Outsider said and altered his Visage to become a spectral Keith, shirtless, exposed down to the navel. Slender beauty.

Theo looked away. “Fuck no. What are you pulling?”

“I can tell you how to conquer him. You desire him, don’t you? It requires no magic. Mere words. The groundwork it already laid.”

It dizzied Theo to hear. He clutched the rim of the basin.

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Theo’s notes:

Outsiders can lie.

Few do, since their reputations get them more V in the long term, but some muses specialize in tricking shamans into worshipping them for Veneration — or trick people toward Venality. Sometimes even Baseliners.

“At that point, they’re halfway to demonhood. Super-slippery slope.” -Keith

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But what if there really was a way to land his crush?

“No,” Theo said. “Even if I believed you, you’re a muse of sex, not of lasting, healthy relationships. The way I want Keith is not what you can give me. Or anyone. And I have at least one boyfriend now, even if everything’s weird about it and- Why am I talking to you?”

Incu took his old minotaur form again. “I can grant many of your desires. I can get you closer to goals I’m not specializing in as well. Did you know Keith used a muse like me, once upon a time, to improve his game, before settling on Melisandre? You could gain more from your power if you let me in.”

Theo let his shoulder’s drop. “I know you’re not a demon by our classification but that’s the sort of thing a demon says in a movie. If I were the hero I’d shatter the mirror all dramatically and shit.”

“As you wish,” Incu said and faded.

Theo splashed his face with cool water. His life had improved in many ways since stumbling into the Mysterium. But some things were harder, too. He wondered if he had made an unwitting deal with the god of bashing his head into a wall.

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Theo spotted Fulin and stayed back, unseen, feeling a little dumbstruck.

The Green Dawn alpha wore a shirt of red flannel with the sleeves torn off that was too small for him and only connected with two buttons at the bottom of his chest. His legs were in gym shorts. Light-up rings decorated his wrists. Puppy face, buzz cut, nose ring, yin-yang tattoos — he was made for this party douche aesthetic. He swagger-walked to the rhythm of the music, his dick-print shrunken to something halfway reasonable.

He was getting some female attention and a *lot* of male one. He beamed at every compliment guys threw toward his muscles.

With him was Celeste Lee, the Dusk Howlers’ Bloomdancer. Her hair was in two buns. She wore a sheer dress over spacey clothing that bordered on skimpy.

Theo drew close as the two Primals separated, Celeste moving to the bar.

Fulin was fixated on a trio of tipsy women who giggled as he flexed his arms. More girls looked on.

Theo took a deep breath of not-so-delicious club air and threw himself into Fulin’s chest.

“Hey honey!”

Fulin’s smile faltered, then turned into a wide grin. “Missed me?”

“Hardly,” Theo said. “I fucked Mako. What if I don’t need you anymore?”

Fulin grabbed Theo’s head, digging into his hair. Under some excited girls’ squeals, the muscleman kissed Theo’s neck.

“You want this, faggot,” Fulin said into Theo’s ear.

“I dunno. Mako is much nicer than you. And he kissed me on the lips.”

Fulin grabbed Theo by the hips and tossed him in the air, onto his own hips. He pressed his crotch into Theo’s and let him feel the dick pulsing to greater size for a second. “You like asshole douchebags, though. You like being an alpha’s dumb bitch, faggot.”

Theo’s resolve and courage crumbled. He wanted to beg and worship. “Yes sir.”

Fulin let him drop. “Fuck. I *just* got here. You have such an effect on me. Where did you fuck Mako? Show me.”

“We already gave the key back. You’d have to ask Paris.”

Fulin pushed Theo ahead. “He’s upstairs right? He’ll say yes? Does he want to watch? Join?”

Theo twisted around while walking. “You’d be okay with that?”

“Anything if it gets me your ass.”

“You’re kinda scary when you’re this serious.”

Fulin shrugged. “Too scary to get my dick sucked?”

“…No?”

“Then suck it up, faggot. I’m serious about getting your ass.”

Paris was in fact in the lounge, getting a lap dance from Ace. They didn’t seem serious about it, more like a tipsy dare or experiment, but Theo kind of wished he’d gotten to see them take it further.

Willow, Vienna, Duke and Chase were playing a drinking game.

“Hi Ace,” Fulin said. “Shit, I forgot you’re here because of me. Babysitting took forever. You met Theo yet?”

“Tank, my boy. Sure did meet Tee. I watched… when… a thing…”

Theo used the opportunity to grope Fulin’s pecs under the flannel. “I told him about Mako.”

“Ah,” Ace said. “I watched that. Jizzed on Tee’s face.”

Fulin chuckled. “You’re such a slut.”

“Me or Ace?” Theo asked.

“You,” Fulin said. “My cousin’s a king who happens to be gay, you’re a faggy fuckhole, twink.”

Theo thought about sending a ‘pulse’ but he had made a promise to himself to never do that again without a lot of talk beforehand. He pinched Fulin’s nipple and got a reaction plus a growl.

“So, Paris,” Fulin said. “My lovely royal icon, my hero, my friend from the good old days. I heard you can get us a little hideout.”

Paris raised his hands I defeat and got up. “Sorry Tank. I had to give the shack key back. They’re having an act perform. No place in Neon Sin to fuck in peace. No spare dressing room, no backstage.”

“Toilet stall?” Fulin asked.

“With your shoulder width?” Paris asked.

“Oh come on. If I can have a threesome with two dudes, you can leave your palace for a cabin.”

Paris frowned then laughed. “I didn’t know I was invited to join.”

Fulin hugged Theo tightly. “I mean if I *can* have this hole all to myself, I’ll take it.”

“No no,” Paris said. “I’m in, I’m just surprised I didn’t have to fight you on that. Anyway, I’ll be back in a second. Don’t start without me.”

“Bring me a drink, please. Beer.”

Paris chuckled. “Of course. Gotta keep it heterosexual while you rail boy hole.”

Theo kept pressing himself into Fulin even when the Primal loosened his grip. “Fulin?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t call me names outside of sex.”

“Only if you call me sir in general from now.”

“What? No.”

“Okay, no deal then, faggot.”

It was pathetically hot to get degraded and overridden like that. Theo groped Fulin’s dick and felt the dazzle fade — or the metamorphosis revert, whichever it was — as the tool turned immense again.

“You’ll need a chaperone, right?” Ace said. “I’m in.”

“Isn’t it… weird?” Theo asked, nodding at the maroon haired man’s cousin.

“Yeah, but it’s more hot than escort bayan it’s weird.”

Paris returned, out of breath. “Rented the lounge beside this one. We gotta stay low, so the folks on the dancefloor can’t see.”

Theo looked at the three lounges on the opposite side. “What about those?”

Paris grinned. “Rented those, too. Should be clearing out now in a minute.”

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Ace leaned against the door as if to guard it.

The three men on the sofa were naked within seconds.

Fulin took a sip from his beer and grunted. “Paris, my friend, we gotta get your bitch a jockstrap or something.”

“I find myself surprisingly in agreement,” Paris said. “Although I suspect you just don’t like to look at dicks, huh? I can think of a few things Theo would look good in.”

The shaman was squeezed in between the Primal alpha and the Stygian prince — their legs touching his legs. The tops were jerking themselves hard, slowly. Theo’s dick was chubbing but he resolved not to touch it. His hands traced the shoulder blades of his tops.

“Never thought,” Paris said, “I’d get to see the Tank’s barrel in action. I confess, I was always hoping you’d leak a sex tape or something.”

“Don’t have any.”

“Really, Tank? By your degree of self-love?”

Fulin shrugged, massive legs apart, squeezing Theo in. Another beer sip. “Chicks can’t take my real size. Chicks don’t like dick pics. No point.”

“I can film,” Ace offered, chuckling. Fulin flashed him a middle finger without looking.

“Time to start,” Paris said and pushed Theo’s head into the alpha’s crotch.

Theo started licking, kissing and sucking the dick which was much too big to fit into his mouth. First gear was enough make Fulin tense up, then fully relax. He put the bottle on the table under Thomas Aquinas’ glowing eyes. “Fucking fuck, yes.”

Theo was on all fours on the sofa. Pressure at his rear and hands gripping his hips told him Paris wasn’t waiting. He had no separate way of controlling his power for each entrance so Paris got as much as Fulin.

“Tank, buddy,” the prince said. “Since I’m kindly sharing my bitch with you, may I have a go at the barrel?”

“That’s not what I call my dick,” Fulin said. “I’m not that tacky. Honestly, if the faggot steps it up, you could cut a kidney out of me and I wouldn’t care.”

Paris hit Theo’s ass. “You heard him, slut. Next level.”

Theo started mixing first and second gear. There was no more talking. Fulin was a wall of abs in front of his face, rubbing off on him with spasms and tremors. Paris’ fucking was shaky but deep, using the prince’s whole body for thrust.

The two tops were making enough noise Theo wasn’t sure the club’s music would fully cover them.

Fulin’s violence increased, slapping Theo all over while Paris held the bottom’s head in place by the neck, against the alpha’s face humping.

During a moment of first gear, Theo managed to look up. Ace was closer now, leaning on the low sofa backrest.

“What is it like?” Ace asked. “Can I get a description? Tank?”

“Right now,” Fulin said through huffs, “it’s ‘only’ up there with the best sex ever. Like after an hour of edging.”

Paris sighed deeply. “I keep thinking I’m definitely cumming this time, every five seconds.”

“But there’s more,” Fulin said. “Isn’t there, faggot? Come on, blow my mind again. That’s iiiiiit fuuuuuuhhh-“

Theo mixed in some max level and the tops collapsed over him. They narrowly avoided rolling off the sofa.

Fulin punched Theo in the side to turn him around. “Turn. Turn, fuckhole!”

Paris stayed inside Theo while the bottom rolled onto his back. “I thought you didn’t want to see a dick?”

“Don’t care,” Fulin said. “I want to be inside that fuckslut. Throatrape it.”

The alpha stood up, surely visible to the crowd below. His face took on an expression of focus while his chest continued to rise and fall rapidly. Theo granted Paris a full power moment while the Primal shrank his dick.

It was probably half its previous size when Fulin came back onto the sofa and grabbed Theo’s jaw, holding him in place. The dick worked its way in.

The bottom’s magic powers were working with him, but not as much as they did for his ass. It was a struggle but Fulin kept a rhythm going that allowed Theo to breathe, even at third gear.

“Man,” Ace said. “I can tell when he goes all out cause you two look like you’re fighting for your lives every time.”

Except he was wrong. Theo didn’t use full power during a blowjob because that made the top lose control. The tops knew that, too, since no more max power spikes were coming. They seemed content for a while.

“Trade you?” Paris said.

“Sick of that ass?” the alpha asked.

“Never, but I want to see you at true size in my slut.”

“Can do, your majesty.”

Theo expected them to swap positions around him, but the moment Paris had pulled out, Fulin grabbed him and spun him around like he weighed nothing.

The alpha stuck his half-sized dick in and started gorukle escort fucking. Theo didn’t dare to go past first gear. Paris nice, dark cock rubbed on his lips and invaded.

Before his vision was taken up by the prince’s slender, black body, Theo saw the eager stare Paris directed at the dick sinking into his ass.

Fulin went big. It felt so much better than Theo had remembered. Was there even a way to feel anything better than this? What more could his power grant? Apparently a lot since the tops remained eager for higher levels.

Theo risked using his full power and Fulin went nuts, fucking so wild he practically slammed the arching Theo into Paris’ crotch and kept pushing the prince toward the edge of the sofa’s u-shape.

“Guys,” Ace said. “Keep this up and someone’s gonna see that pretty royal backside humping something.”

Theo let them drag him back to the sofa’s center and kept going.

The Stygian top was kindly holding almost still, rubbing his dickhead on the bottom’s tongue and letting him help out with a hand. Theo could have kept this up for an hour although he was hoping for a change in position at some point. Moving between gears was as instinctual as shifting his hips.

The alpha’s dick was just too good. Theo wasn’t losing his sanity but it almost felt like he should. Seriously, too good.

It was annoying him that the perfect dick wasn’t on his potential boyfriend but on a straight jock who — as much as he was a cute, babysitting puppy — was an asshole. It also annoyed Theo how much Fulin was right — he craved a jock being mean to him.

Paris dropped back with a long sigh. “C-can we take a break. I’m going to drop. Seriously. Maybe I just need to rehydrate. Need a sip, babe?”

“Please, sir.”

Fulin pulled out, too. “Okay. Give me five.” He slapped Theo’ legs shut, making the bottom roll onto his side. “Don’t flash me your dick when I’m not fucking you, faggot.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“You better be, hehe.”

“Guys,” Ace said, looking at his phone. “We got a situation.”

Paris pulled his own phone from the tangle of clothes at the sofa edge. “Shit. Okay, Tank, were done here.”

“Can we come back?” Fulin asked, concerningly angry.

“Maybe it can wait… a minute. Slut, make us cum fast.”

Fulin pushed his dick back into Theo all the way. The blond shaman arched and exhaled, eyes wide.

“S-slow, sir, please.”

Fulin spat in his face. “What was that?”

“I… thank you, sir.”

The alpha leaned in, hands on Theo’s shoulders, touching his neck. “Give me nothing less than maximum. Drain my cock, faggot.”

Theo complied and watched Fulin got crazy, fucking into him like he wanted to vibrate him to pieces.

The shaman waited until Ace waved him to hurry up and made Fulin cum. The top whined, grabbed Theo by the neck, leaned in and screamed in his face with an expression so angry Theo felt fear. Precum trickled off Theo’s dick onto his abs.

Fulin pushed himself away and collapsed against the backrest, breath going hard. Cum squirted from the bottom’s hole.

Paris laid on top of Theo, humped his dick into him and hugged him tight. It was romantic and gentle by comparison but a max power race to orgasm was a hard fuck even with the caring embrace of the prince.

By the time Fulin was dressed, Paris added his load to the alpha’s and held Theo tightly.

“Okay… I can think again,” Paris said. “If your power didn’t take a break after cumming, babe, I don’t know what I’d do.”

Ace sat down next to them. “The situation?”

“Right,” the prince said and sat up. “Sorry, my little slut but it’s about you.”

“What?”

“Preliminary attachment to your file.” Ace held up his phone. It played a video. A room lit by neon in various colors falling in through slits between the wall segments. A hot Japanese guy with a blissed out but crying face humping with abject despair into a blond twink laying with his chest on a crate, huffing Rush. Ace wasn’t in view.

Mako looked scarily terrified as he learned about one of the higher levels of power.

“Fuck.”

Ace pulled the phone away. “Alias account. Mako is tracking it. He’s the admin but he’s not at his computer right now. And he just texted me. He had already set it to ‘no downloads’, now it’s taken down.”

“Still leaves the question of who,” Paris said. “I’m such an idiot. I didn’t stand guard. I just left you guys there. I should have told Chase… Is Chase a suspect now?”

Theo got dressed, feeling raw and satisfied. He wanted to keep cuddling with somebody.

“Mako again,” Ace said. “It’s from Aaron’s phone.”

“Let’s go,” Fulin said. “We’ll find that fucker.” He grinned at Theo. “It’s nothing new for a cockslut but they can’t do my boy Mako like this.”

Theo hummed and glanced down at his shoes as he slipped into them.

Fulin put a finger under Theo’s chin and made him look up. “Hey dude, it was a joke. I’m not horny anymore, so I’m nice again.”

“Oh, right,” Theo said. “I like nice Fulin a lot.”

The alpha flexed in his sleeveless flannel. “I’m a protector. You’re my charge. Simple as fuck. Come on.” He nodded and swaggered out.

Ace was spinning the dagger in his hand until they reached the stairs and the Primal in mesh, fishnets and a harness glamoured the blade away at his boot again. “Blood Drop’s never tasted Aaron but Duke is straight ahead.”

Hi! After a long break, I started writing again! I was reading a lot of books in the last months, which gave me inspiration to write a little myself again. Always feel free to give feedback if you liked or also if you disliked the story/idea. If the comments are positive, I will continue this story and make things spicier. Here is a short summary for you to check if the story is appealing to you…

This story takes place in a fantasy world. Also, it is a lot more about world-building than in my other stories and takes it slow. The setting is the royal magic academy, where students from all different races study to become magicians in their future. The protagonist, Cindy, is a young and shy succubus who tries to find her place in this world. Not only has she a lot of troubles to deal with, she also has a big secret…

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Cindy stood in front of the gates of the Royal Magic Academy. Only individuals with strong magic power within get the possibility to study at this brilliant place. And it seems like Cindy was one of them, holding a lot of potential. She turned 20 this year and was so excited about finally making her dream come true; becoming a magician. Cindy was a succubus, but a rather special one, when it comes to her personality. She had long black hair, a pair of yellow eyes, a pointy nose, and a fit, athletic body. Her skin had a shade of red, and she got two tiny horns that barely reached out of her hair, making her look almost human, most likely because she is a halfblood indeed. She was wearing two silver earrings; one of them is a gift she got from her mother. As Cindy walked through the giant metallic gates on the clean and white marble tiles underneath her, she spotted a lot of other students that also made their way to their first day at the academy. She could see various races, lots of humans, but also elves, orcs, demi-humans, and many others. After thousands of years of war, the races all agreed to a peace treaty, and even if there were still tensions, all races were allowed to attend the Royal Academy. Cindy walked through the imposing doors of the main complex and made her way to the offices to get her ID. As she handed over her papers, the administrator looked at her and raised his eyebrow.

“There must be a mistake, your papers state you are a succubus…?” he said and looked at Cindy, like he was scanning her body. She was wearing long blue jeans that went up to her ankles, paired with a white sweater that showed no cleavage and covered the entirety of her shoulders, and a black hat that covered up her small – almost not noticeable–horns.

“Umm, yup, whats the problem?” she said confused and leaned over to the papers.

“Well, umm… nothing. I was just confused for a moment…,” he said and looked at her clothing again, “… and we didn’t have a succubus in our academy for around 4 years now. But sorry for the confusion, welcome at the academy!” He said and handed her over her ID. With a shrug of her shoulders, Cindy walked away and made her way to the opening ceremony. Then she got assigned to her class she will spend the next year at the academy with, class 1D.

She entered her classroom, then took off her hat and chose a place to sit. There were a lot of different races as well: humans, elves, orcs, some demi-humans with ears and tails, and also two lizzardmen. But soon Cindy noticed that her classmates started to chatter and point in her direction, like she was something very unusual. The professor, who introduced himself later as Professor Klein, started a welcome speech, and after all the students gave a short introduction of themselves, they began with the lesson right away. The first lessons were about element control, and the first task was to light a small flame in the palm of the students hands by burning a small amount of their mana. No student had any problems doing this simple form of magic… except Cindy. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t manage to perform this simple task.

“Miss Plee, whats the matter? All of the students here, including you, have a tremendous amount of magic capacity, which means great potential for magic! What is it that stops you from performing such a simple task, I just explained it to you!” he said and touched her hand, which made Cindy blush. “Ah, now it all makes sense,” he said as he let go of her hand. “You have a strong talent for magic, but your mana reserves are totally drained. Listen to the lesson, but be sure to refill your reserves until tomorrow, alright?” he said and was about to turn around again.

“Excuse me… what do you mean by that?” Cindy asked carefully.

“You are asking me that? You are a succubus; I am sure you are well aware of what I meant. So make sure to be fit tomorrow if you want to take part in the lessons!” he said and continued with his teachings. For the rest of the day, Cindy paid attention to magic theory, and as bursa sınırsız escort the bell rang, she walked home. There was a question in her head, and she knew who she could ask for help.

As Cindy opened the door, she put her bag next to it and took off her shoes. In the entrance, there was also one pair of women’s shoes and two pairs of men’s shoes. “Im home, mom!” Cindy shouted as she closed the door behind her. No answer. She walked up the stairs and heard some weird noises in her mother’s room. Quietly and without knocking, she opened it up and saw two young handsome men, one human and one orc, and her mom as well. Her mom was, just like Cindy, a succubus. She looked like she was in her 30s, but even Cindy didn’t know her actual age, she forgot. Her mother had long black hair aswell, an alluring face, and, just like Cindy, a pair of bright yellow eyes. Her large tits wiggled around, and while one of the guys was penetrating her from behind in doggy stile, the room was lit in flickering candlelight, with the other guy sitting at the edge of the bed, resting.

“Hey honey, ahhh…, how was your first day at the Academy?” her mother asked without stopping her activities. Cindy rolled her eyes.

“It was great, mom, and can you please tell me before, if you have guests? Gosh, I already told you that a million times, and its every time the same…” she sighed and tried to cover her eyes with her hand, but eventually gave up.

“Uhhh yeahh sorry honey, hmmm… talk later in the living room?” she said, half moaning.

“Whatever mom…” Cindy hissed and left the room. “Every time the same with her…” she thought as she sat down in a chair. Around 10 minutes later, her mom entered the living room with a bathrobe but didn’t even bother to close it tight. Cindy told her a little bit about her day, then came right to the question that was on her mind.

“Mom, today a teacher told me I need to recharge my mana for tomorrow; otherwise, I can’t take part in the lessons. I thought… you can help me explain what he meant??” She asked and just saw her mother starting to laugh. “Whats so funny?” she questioned and saw the orc from earlier leaving the house.

“Well, for a succubus, you are one of a kind, I doubt that there is one like you… but you need to get some new perspectives if you want to use magic,” her mother giggled while changing into underwear in front of her. “Alright, I am going to the street market, buying something for dinner. Damien can explain the rest and maybe help you if you ask nicely; he is still upstairs, I think!” she said as she put on a short skirt and rushed to the door.

“Wait, mom, you didn’t really answer my…” Cindy shouted after her, but her mother had already shut the door. “Great, very helpful,” she said to herself and climbed the stairs.

This time she knocked on the door, but then entered without waiting for an answer. The guy from earlier was about to get changed; he already had his pants on and was about to put on his shirt. Cindy looked at his muskular body, and started to understand what her mother finds in guys like him. “Umm… sorry about disturbing you earlier… I’m Cindy,” she said and cleared her throat. “Awkward…” she whispered.

“Oh, you’re Lita’s daughter for sure; you look just like her. How can I help you?” He asked with a smile.

“Well, my mom told me that you can help me recharge my mana, so umm…” she says and sits down on the bed.

“Oh sure, yeah, I would love to!” he said and started to undress again.

“Uhh… excuse me, what are you doing?” Cindy asked confused.

“Well, you wanted me to help you?”

“Yeah, but can you please let your pants on?”

“Oh dear… so your mom really didn’t lie about you… a 20-year-old virgin succubus… with no clue about her powers and heritage.”

“Wait what? Who said I am a virgin? I mean, I am clearly not!” she said blushing.

“Your expression just told everything. So let me tell you about how a succubus can absorb mana. You naturally have a high affinity for magic, but as you probably already suspected, a succubus refills their magic powers by… sexual encounters.”

She in fact knew a little bit about her kind and what people say about them, but she didn’t know that the sexual encounters had something to do with the mana inside her. But she knew she needed the mana for her studies.

“Alright, let’s get over with this, would you let me…?” Cindy said and suddenly blushed, “…would you let me suck your cock?” She couldn’t believe she actually said that. How embarassing.

“Oh my, how could I reject such a cute offer? Such a face is something you won’t ever see from a succubus!” He laughs and takes off his underwear. He reveals his already hard cock, which measured around 13 cm, or 5 inches, a measurement a traveler from another world once brought into this realm, but no one really understood.

“What am I doing? Is this bursa otele gelen escort large? I mean, it sure looks pretty large!” Cindy thought and got on her knees, without even knowing what the hell she was doing. She nervously touched his dick, but also with a little bit of curiosity. “What now?” she asked with a red face.

“Well, you can stroke it a little, or have a taste… I won’t rush you…” Damien said, and a smile appeared on his face. He couldn’t believe his luck. Cindy started to gently stroke the hard cock in front of her, then moved up her face. She noticed a weird smell, and her succubus senses activated. She could smell the remains of cum and his scent. She stretched out her tongue and gently licked the tip of it before slowly taking it inside her mouth. Cindy moved her tongue in circular patterns around the shaft as she took more of it in her mouth without even understanding what she was doing. Damien started to let out loud moans as she took more of his cock in her mouth and moved her tongue faster. She quickly stopped. “Oh, sorry, am I doing something wrong?” she asked shocked, not wanting to hurt him. “Oh no, no! Don’t stop! No way you never did that before!” he said, holding her head gently and pushing his cock back in her mouth. Cindy wanted to complain, but for some reason just started to suck on the cock again like she did before she stopped, like it was a natural reflex. Her yellow eyes started to shimmer as she took more and more of his cock in her mouth, until she was at her limit. And not only she was. Without a warning, Damien started to grunt, and a warm liquid shot into Cindy’s mouth. She moved her head back and opened her mouth, not swallowing any of the cum. “You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to…” Damien said as he could see the disgust on her face. But then a small portion of it ran down her throat and let her yellow eyes sparkle for a moment. Without understanding the reason, she swallowed the rest of it and took Damien’s cock in her mouth again, licking it clean. Then she started sucking the last drops out of it before pulling back in shock. “Oh, I am so sorry… I didn’t mean to… I mean, I don’t know why I… that’s so embarassing it’s not like I…” she started to stutter, confused by her own feelings. But Damien just laughed and petted her head. “No need to explain. See you around Cindy!” he said and put on his clothes again, then left the house. And Cindy? She was still sitting on the floor, her thoughts spinning in confusion. “Why the hell did I do that? That was so fucking embarrassing!” she said out loud. She walked into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water while trying to process her feelings. She remembered the lessons from today and tried to light a small flame on her hand, just like the professor told her. And to her surprise and shock, a large, raging flame appeared and almost burned the cabinets on the wall. She could feel the power within her, the new energy. “It worked… it really worked!” she said. With a smile, she walked in her room and trained a little bit to control the intensity of the flame on her hand better. All she could think about now was continuing her magic studies, she soon forgot about this new ‘recharge’ method and the new side of herself she explored earlier…

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The next day in the academy, Cindy effortlessly summoned a flame on the palm of her hand, and not just a small one. “Well done, Cindy. It looks like you did find a source to recharge your mana, and I thought this would be a rough year for you. Keep it up and…,” he said and whispered the rest of the sentence in her ear, “…if you ever have troubles with Mana, you can always discuss such matters with me in the future, alright?” He finished his sentence and turned back to the class. Cindy just stared at the board in confusion, trying to figure out what that meant, but was then distracted by the rest of the lesson. As the bell rang into breaktime, Cindy noticed that groups had already formed in her class. As typical, the elves sit by themselves, and also the orcs seemed to have formed a group by themselves. “Some cultural boundaries are still hard to overcome…” Cindy thought.

“But wait, shit, where are my people!” she then said, noticing she is the only succubus, and then tried to approach one group of girls, consisting of humans, demi-humans, and one female orc. But as Cindy approached them, she noticed some weird looks they threw at her, and she immediately turned away. “Why do they look like they hate me?” she thought to herself and walked back to her seat. Just as she was about to sit down, another group, consisting of 2 human guys, one orc, and two demi-humans with cat-like ears, approached her.

“Hey, you must be Cindy?” A blonde guy said and waved his hand. “I am Brendon, but you can call me Bren. This is Tom…” he said and bursa eve gelen escort pointed at the other human, “Garry and Kev.” He said, pointing at the demi-humans, “And this tall, muscular gentleman is Drol!” He finished his introduction.

“But you can call me Drol!” the orc grunted. Yeah, they are tall and muscular, but not the brightest as it seems. Cindy chatted a little with the guys while catching jealous looks from some of the girls, without understanding the reason behind it.

Later, the magic lessons got interrupted for an hour of sport. It was mandatory to not just train the mind but also the body at this academy. In the women’s dressing room, Cindy started to change into her sportswear and took off her jeans and long sweater. As her clothes went off, she revealed a pair of big C cup boobs, round and well formed, and changed into a sports bra. The girls in the changing room started to get a little jealous, and yet again, Cindy had no clue what was happening. Until a girl hit Cindy’s shoulder with her hand; it was surprisingly an elf.

“Eyo, nice body, girl!” she said and laughed. Her long blonde hair fell behind her shoulders, and she was clearly proud of her tall, fit body. “I am Elaine; you must be Cindy?” she said, and a friend of hers, an even taller orc girl, appeared behind her. “Tammy. Nice to meet you,” she said, short-tempered.

“Don’t mind the others; they are just jealous!” Elaine continued and yet again hit Cindy on her shoulder, a rough, non-typical behavior for an elf. But Cindy was happy she didn’t get ignored completely, and some people seemed to have interest in her. And like that, the lesson started. First warm-ups, and then the sport professor Jean split them into teams and let them play with a ball while teaching them to improve their physical abilities with mana. After a whole hour of playing, Cindy did pretty well but noticed that her mana slowly left her body. A weird feeling of exhaustion came over her, and she had to rest on the bench for a while. Soon after, professor Jean ended the lesson and sat next to Cindy.

“Hey, you did pretty well, but you don’t look good. Are you okay?” He asked, worried, with professionalism in his voice. Cindy started to sweat a lot and can feel her body getting hot.

“I don’t know; I think I just exhausted myself.” She replied. But then the professor took a deep breath, smelling a weird odor, and his whole expression changed. “Umm… if you ever need help, Cindy, I am here for you,” he said. But Cindy jumped up.

“I think I am fine again; thanks for your help! See you tomorrow!” she said and rushed into the changing room. What was that? What a weird change in his behavior. She shook her head and started to undress. Just as she was about to take off her bra, she stared in the faces of Bren, Tom, and Grol. The rest of the guys seem to have left already.

“Ummm… am I in the wrong room?” Cindy asked nervously while her face turned red like a tomato, as she dropped her towel she was just about to use to wipe off the sweat from her forehead.

“Yup,” Bren replied cool. “But no worries, that can happen!” he said and picked up her towel. But as he breathed in, also his behavior changed. “But… since you are already here…” he said and looked at her. He gently touched her shoulder, and Cindy wanted to slap him or jump away, but didn’t even flinch. She let him proceed and could feel her body getting hotter and hotter. As a result, Drol and Tom, who were confused about Bren’s actions, now also approached her. Bren started to take off Cindy’s bra, revealing her perfect round tits. But she didn’t say a word; she just let it happen, wanting it herself. But why? She didn’t know. The other guys started to undress as Brent sucked on Cindy’s nipple, making her moan a little. She then kneeled in front of the guys and opened her mouth, and without a word started to suck on Tom’s cock. It was around the same size as Damien’s from yesterday, maybe a little smaller. She greedily sucked on it, more, deeper, faster. Meanwhile, the other two guys watched her, and then Brent got out his cock as well; it was a little larger. He gently grabbed Cindy’s head, moved her away from Top, and pushed his cock in her mouth. Meanwhile she grabbed Tom’s cock and stroked it, but soon after he came on her face, not being able to hold back any longer. Also, Brent started to grunt while saying ‘Good girl’ and then emptied his balls down her throat, letting Cindy swallow his whole load. Next, she turned to her left, where Drol stood, who was about to take out his cock. All the time he was just waiting quietly, and what Cindy then saw surprised her. A 20-cm, or 8-inch, large cock was hanging in front of her face.

“I know it’s not a big cock for an orc, but I hope you like it.” Drol said and let Cindy smell it. “Not big for an orc? What the hell?” Cindy thought and opened her mouth, trying to fit in as much as she can. Which wasn’t much. As she reached half of his size, she also reached her limits, unable to take it in further. But it didn’t matter; Grol was clearly satisfied as he slowly started to move his hips. It also didn’t take that long for him to cum as well, and Cindy struggled to swallow the huge amount of his cum. As he withdrawled, she looked at the guys, started to blush, mumbled a short apology, and rushed out of the room. “What did I do?” she thought embarrassed.

Devilla

“Is it normal for kitsune to fight like this?” I questioned Nivera, speaking in a whisper so as not to disturb the ongoing spar. They were on their third match and Lucy was trying to find the real Chloe among not only three demonoid figures, but two foxes.

Not that the exact numbers meant much when even Chloe’s illusionary selves seemed capable of changing form, and the whole lot of them were constantly mixing up their placement.

“Nobody fights like Chloe,” Nivera replied, pride evident in her voice.

“Though she is technically copying your dam’s fighting style,” Sallina chimed in, drawing my attention. She met my gaze with a warm smile, which I hesitantly returned. I was admittedly unsure how to feel about her recent display of protectiveness. I wanted to be upset that my girlfriend had been treated so harshly, yet I was also grateful that she would go so far for me… It had almost felt as if she were ready to die for me, ridiculous as that thought was.

“More like resurrecting it,” Nivera corrected, thankfully giving me an excuse to break eye contact with Sallina. “She built her fighting style off tall tales and rumors, as much as anything – stories about how Issa turned back a human army by making them think she had an army of her own, and how she made the Heroine herself so dizzy she started throwing up and had to flee the battle… Your dam was extremely popular back in her day, from what I can tell. About on par with your Mom.”

“More popular with some people,” Chloe chimed in, somehow standing right next to us despite the fact that Lucy was still battling three demonoid Chloes and two foxes. “I’m not actually sure what’s true and what wasn’t, so I’ve just focused on recreating everything I can in my own way! I think she’d have approved, though.”

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted, “but are you actually talking to us in the middle of a fight? Or is this just another illusion?”

“Why not both?” Chloe shrugged before suddenly just… disappearing.

I double checked to make sure there was no fox on the ground.

“Ignore her,” Nivera grumbled. “She’s just showing off. Like she doesn’t have enough of a handicap with not being able to use illusions directly on herself…”

Sallina laughed, a full hearted sound that had one hand on her stomach and the other on her mouth as she tried to hide her smile.

“I’m sorry, dear,” she said, answering my questioning gaze. “It’s just… it’s hard to believe that I’m watching Chloe lead the Heroine around by the nose… Not to mention the jovial attitude you girls are all taking. It almost makes me feel like I’m the crazy one here…”

“Chloe isn’t exactly a fair metric to judge anyone by,” Nivera pointed out, a touch of pride in her voice. “She’s basically a force of nature.”

“But Lucy’s hits still connect sometimes, don’t they?” Sallina challenged. “And when they do, Chloe isn’t being sent hurtling away… if that’s all the power she can manage, then I find myself more worried about what she’ll do to ‘Eena’s’ heart than what she’ll do to Devilla’s body.”

“…You noticed, then?” I asked, unable to prevent the blush that climbed my cheeks. “Our feelings for one another?”

“It was fairly obvious once I was calm enough to look,” Sallina confirmed, drawing a snort from Abigail and a nod from Nivera.

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your weaknesses, sis,” Nivera tacked on.

“I’d hardly list Lucy among my weaknesses,” I protested, unable to help a frown. “If anything, she’ll be of great help with taking my offer of peace to human lands… not to mention the emotional boon it is simply having her in my life, bursa merkez escort for however long it’ll last.”

“Yeah, yeah, love’s a strength,” Nivera replied, rolling her eyes. “Look, I get it. I’m in love too, remember? But I’m serious. You’re going to need to wade into the political sphere if you want to get the whole tower behind this nonsense, and you dating the Heroine? Isn’t the best look. There will be people claiming she found some way to charm or seduce you into a trap, or that you’re giving us all up for the sake of sex.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I scoffed. “Anyone who spends five minutes with Lucy can tell she’s sincere.”

“So what?” Abigail asked, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. She was a bit cross with me – probably because I’d kicked all this off to begin with by sending her on a hunt for peppermint oil, when the room didn’t even need spider protection to begin with… “You just want to just line everyone up and have them meet her?”

“Well…”

“Don’t act like you’re actually considering it!”

“I’m not!” I protested. “Not exactly anyway… I was just trying to think through how it would go, and what might go wrong…”

“That’s the same thing as considering it!”

“Good luck getting any of the bloodliners to change their minds, whatever you do,” Nivera interjected, with a snort. “I doubt most of them will care whether they’re right or wrong about her, anyway. They’ll just see an excuse to argue and a chance to gain concessions.”

“What Nivera isn’t saying,” Sallina interrupted with a frown, “is that she’s already mentally volunteered me, Chloe, and herself to help with keeping things calm. If you could keep your relationship secret from the rest of the tower for now, though, I do believe that would be best.”

“I thought us helping was implied,” Nivera muttered by way of answer, a faint tinge of red upon her cheeks.

“And are you alright with that?” I asked Sallina, arching an eyebrow. She might be laughing now, but I couldn’t forget the venom in her voice when she addressed Lucy before. “With all of this?”

“If you mean Nivera’s plan, then of course I’m all for helping you,” Sallina began, giving me a warm smile before letting out a tired sigh. “But we both know better. You want my thoughts on your relationship with Lucy, don’t you?”

“I don’t need your full opinion,” I replied, tensing a little. I was vaguely aware of Abigail taking my hand again, giving it a reassuring squeeze from her place atop the bed. “I simply wish to know if you object to me being with Lucy.”

“Object? No. I know better than to tell a young lady who she can and can’t date. Especially when that young lady has already gone through so much at the hands of adults like me.”

“I’m an adult myself,” I pointed out, unable to resist frowning up at the woman. Though I fear it may have come across more as a pout, from the way it caused her frown to turn into a smile.

“That you are,” Sallina assured me. Despite my fears, her tone wasn’t patronizing, but the warm look in her eyes somehow still managed to make me feel like a child before her. “But you’re also a young lady, who’s got many mistakes to make and lessons to learn still ahead of her. I only hope this isn’t one of them…”

“It isn’t,” I declared, crossing my arms and turning my attention back to the fight. Lucy had just punched her way directly through the chest of one illusion, who replied with a cheeky grin before fading out of existence and reappearing elsewhere. “You’ve seen what Lucy is like. She’s different from the others.”

“So it would seem…” Sallina let out bursa escort bayan another sigh. “But you know, it isn’t like every Heroine is cut from the same cloth…”

“What do you mean?” I questioned her, arching an eyebrow as I reluctantly turned my attention away from the fight. “You can’t mean to tell me we’ve had anyone like her before, right?”

“No,” Sallina admitted. “Not like her. But I’ve read a lot of firsthand accounts from those who’ve survived interactions with Heroines. Soldiers who were lucky enough to avoid being targeted directly… The early reports vary quite a bit from Heroine to Heroine. Some seem terrified during their first battles. Others are filled with righteous fury. One person reported that the Heroine seemed almost regretful to cut them down – they speculated that she might have even let them escape…”

“What happened to her?” I asked, unable to help myself. Nivera’s gaze, too, was on Sallina, as was Abigail’s. I suppose this was news to them as well. “The one who seemed regretful?”

“She went on to turn an entire species to stone.”

“…You can’t mean Jodeyne?” I whispered, my mind flashing to the Heroine who had killed my mother. “There’s no way. The soldier must have been mistaken.”

“That soldier was your dam, you know?” Sallina replied, her voice almost a whisper. “And she wasn’t the only one who saw it, either. Other soldiers were willing to back her up when questioned. The statistics back her up, too – many more demons survived their first encounters with her than normal… At least up until a point.”

“A point?” I asked, nervousness threaded through my voice.

“A point,” Sallina repeated, nodding. “I’m not entirely sure when, but the reports about her started to change. She became less nervous. Less and less of our people survived – and those who did claimed she let them go, much like the early survivors, but this time they were let go so that they could report what she’d done. She wanted us to know that she was the one wiping up our forces…”

“So she changed,” I said, trying to act nonchalant. “War does that. I don’t see what it has to do with Lucy.”

“She didn’t just change,” Sallina warned me. “She went insane. She started torching innocent villages. Slaughtering civilians. And yet every time, she’d let at least one person go, to let us know exactly what she was up to… And before you say anything, dear, you should know that she wasn’t the first. Every Heroine has gone that route, no matter where they started out. At some indeterminate point, they all seem to just… go crazy.”

She turned her gaze away from me, and towards the fight, shaking her head before slithering forward to put her hand on Chloe’s shoulder. The real Chloe’s shoulder, judging by the way the illusions disappeared – including the one who’d spent the last half a minute or so dodging all of Lucy’s attacks.

“I won’t speak against your relationship,” Sallina declared, staring at Lucy. “I won’t interfere from the shadows, or do any of the other political nonsense people get up to in this tower. I just want to know – what makes you different from the other Heroines? What makes you think you’ll be the first and only one to stay sane?”

***

Sallina
***

I stared down at the Heroine, trying my best not to tremble as I met her orange eyes. She didn’t look angry or even irritated, but to me it still felt as if I were staring into the eyes of a hungry monster. One who wanted nothing more than to devour me and everyone I cared about…

I couldn’t let that show, though. Not bursa sınırsız escort in front of Devilla. Not when she clearly cared so much about this girl. Not when she’d only just begun to heal from the last time someone interfered with one of her relationships.

“Um… To be honest…” She hesitated, and for a moment I thought I must have misread the situation. That she hadn’t been paying attention to my conversation with Devilla, and that I’d just embarrassed myself in front of my two pseudo-children and their loved ones… but then she spoke. “I’ve um… never really heard of Heroines going insane before? Not that I’m doubting you! I… get the feeling there’s a lot of things the church hasn’t told me, actually… Still, I can definitely say I’m different from past Heroines!”

“Because you haven’t killed any of us?” I asked, dryly. “It’s true you won’t grow in strength until you do… but are you sure that’s the key to maintaining your sanity?”

“Not at all!” the Heroine admitted. She sounded… surprisingly chipper about it. “I mean, like I said, I really don’t know anything about it in the first place! But as long as I’m weak, Eena can just step in and help, right?”

“So you’ll put it on her to keep you from doing anything wrong?” I questioned. “To keep you from killing us all?”

“Well, part of being in a relationship is depending on each other during times of trouble, right? But don’t worry, I’m not planning to put it all on her! I’ve actually been thinking I should take a trip to the holy capital to get answers, so I guess I’ll just add this to my list of things to ask about! If Heroines really do go insane, maybe they’ll have a way to stop it?”

“And if they don’t?” I persisted, even as I felt Devilla’s glare burning into my back. This was important! Even if it broke my heart to think that Devilla might come to treat me as an enemy for it… “What will you do then?”

“Then Eena and I will figure it out, along with any other friends who want to join in!”

“That…” I wanted to call her out on her naivety, but… she was young, and in love, and willing to do what was right… Maybe that was just what we needed to make progress. Besides which, I’d repeatedly promised that I wouldn’t object to their union, and I was already pushing the boundaries of that. “Very well…”

“Don’t worry!” Lucy declared, still smiling. “Even in the worst case, I know Eena will keep me from killing anyone – demon or human!”

“…I’m sure she will,” I agreed, trying not to think of what that might entail. What that might require from Devilla… I only hoped they’d find a solution, before any drastic measurements were needed.

A knock at the door saved me from my thoughts, drawing my attention to Devilla, who frowned as she moved towards the door.

It would seem we had an uninvited guest.

~~~

Author’s Notes

And we’re back! This chapter’s a lot shorter than I originally intended. Mostly because I didn’t originally intend to end it here… but I wanted to switch the PoV back to Devilla, and I didn’t like the idea of sandwiching Sallina’s part between two of Devilla’s, so… Here we are! (49 and 50 are a bit longer, at least, with both breaking through the 3k mark at least.)

In other chapter-related news, a part of me wanted to have this whole chapter from Sallina’s PoV? Mostly because there’s so much that Devilla’s missing. Like the fact that Chloe totally (secretly) signaled Sallina to let her know which ‘her’ was real. And the fact that Sallina only read about Heroines because she wanted to know what Devilla would have to deal with…

Ultimately, these little details don’t matter that much. Not enough to rewrite what I already had for Devilla, at least. Especially since I’m sick, and I’m already worried about my ability to create a new first person voice on the fly… (Hope Sallina’s voice comes across as unique/hers? Please do let me know in the comments!)

Many thanks, as always, to FallingLeaf for the amazing proofreading!

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