First, let me thank you for all your wonderful support, it has been great. And I hope you like where the story is going, I know it is getting a bit convoluted, but should you have a question or comment, please, email me at Kpettry2000@yahoo.com. I am more than happy to take your suggestions and criticisms, though flames will be totally ignored. All emails will be returned, as I enjoy corresponding with fans a great deal. It is for you that I am writing so please, drop me a line. I am very sorry the story took so long to get out. Been so busy its hard to keep up with these things, plus I have some other writings that I have been working on. (Possible book deal so keep each and every finger crossed!!!) if there are a few variations in character action, sorry.
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Finally, the disclaimer. I know some of you are underage, I know I was when is started reading, however. Realize that should you be caught, the laws in your area might prohibit you from viewing such material. And I hope that you take into account that there are people who get into trouble, other than yourselves. As if you are here, then you already have enough hormones in your system that you do not care. There is explicit, and hopefully erotic sex between two men within this story. So if this offends you, please don't read. There is no straight or `breeder's sex' here, so if that is what your looking for, watch HBO. Beyond that, hopefully, enjoy.
The morning's light had brought with it surprise and irritation. Mainly irritation, for Darren still didn't understand what the hell was going on. No matter how much Tep attempted to explain to him, which wasn't much. He found the man boorish and arrogant, a combination he was having a hard time dealing with. Which left Terry in a position of interpreter for the two.
And because Tep would occasionally slip into a bastard form of Spanish that Darren couldn't come close to following. He was sure the bastard did it on purpose. Everytime he swore he could see a little bit of a smile on the weathered face.
Though for all the `old Tep' business, he didn't look that old. When Darren commented on it, they both looked like he'd stepped on a rattle snake. Apparently one didn't tell someone that they were well preserved in south America. Who knew?
They talked until after eleven, at which time Darren decided that his stomach needed something other than words. Tep agreed, and Terry jumped to cooking. In fact, he was jumping every time Tep spoke. It was beyond strange, and Darren began to get more than a little jealous. He knew that was one thing that was affecting his temper.
Tep asked to use the bathroom, Darren for once, graciously agreed, and the man walked out of the room. Darren was next to Terry in the blink of an eye. "Okay, who the hell is this guy, and don't give me any of this "just old Tep bullshit". Everytime he blinks you fly to do his bidding. What the hell is going on?"
Terry was blushing, as though his face would explode. "I...I can't tell you Dar, I want to, but I don't think...I'm not ready." He face fell. He looked heart broken. Dar was even angrier. But he kept his mouth shut, he loved Terry, he'd been a friend for along time, and Darren had always been able to accept him as what he was. Now that Terry was more, he had to be able to do the same, or he risked losing it all. He could hold his peace for just a little while longer.
"I must say this for your city, it certainly does know how to make a bathroom. That is the one luxury that I miss living in the middle of the jungle." The voice made Darren's teeth grate, but he smiled and gave in to the necessity of small talk. He didn't miss the grateful look from Terry. And Terry didn't miss the look from Darren saying how he would take his recompense later, in a more pleasurable fashion.
"So Tep, this person, Peter, your hunting him. And he's dangerous. So what happens when you catch him?" Darren asked, he tried not to hear the pot slip in the sink.
"He'll die of course." It was delivered nonchalantly. Cool as a cucumber as it were. IT made Darren's skin crawl and his eyes narrow.
"Of course."
Tep looked at him, for the first time giving him something other than arrogance and haughty superiority. "The person that was Peter, as terrible as he was, deserved to live, and had I caught him in the jungle it may have been possible. But it has gone on for far too long now. After the first day, the voice of the entrapped soul withers and dies, with it is the last chance of them ever being free again."
It sounding like the Indian had seen too many reruns of the Exorcist, but hey, who was Darren to ruin his obviously rich fantasy life. "So you're going to kill him. No cops or lawyers or anything. That's very...efficient of you."
Tep's face, showed no sign of emotion, Darren was beginning to wonder if he possessed them. "You cannot understand. You think me insane." A smile crept onto his face, it was cold, and was not pleasant. "I hope that you do not discover how wrong you are after it is too late, my young friend."
That kind of statement effectively puts a hold on further argument. But it was hardly the kind of situation where you can agree to disagree. I mean, the man was talking about taking someone's life. And what was worse, Terry was just going along with it. The man Darren knew in college would never have sanctioned the taking of a human life. Not without damned good reason. He just wished he knew how much Terry had changed. There certainly was a lot of difference in the somewhat eccentric young man that left school to follow his dad into the jungle of central America, and the apparently gay, mystic who had for all intents and purposes managed to do that which was only possible in science fiction novels.
He was totally without base, and his head was spinning. It was too much to assimilate, far too quickly. He knew he felt faint, then he felt dizzy. The next thing he knew Tep had him in a very strong grip and was leading him back to the couch. He was already feeling better, he looked up to thank the old man, and nearly gasped. The dark chocolate of Tep's eyes were glowing, not the gentle glow of Terry when he was at the height of his passion, but the intense burn of twin stars. He could feel the power in that gaze, could feel it trace along his skin. It wasn't like Terry's, which had been gentle and permeating. Like the caress of a lover.
This feeling didn't bring a heat to match it, it was just the sizzle of electricity, only there was no pain. It was methodical, and exacting. When it was over he felt clean and empty. Devoid of emotion and pain. In the dim silence of his still mind, Darren heard voices. They seemed to be saying something about him.
"You had no right!" It was Tep.
"I had every right, its my life, he's my friend, I can do what I want!" Came the impassioned plea.
"Young pup, how long do you think it will be before he realizes what you have done to him? Do you think he will sit by and watch as his world falls apart. Remember what it was like for you, to go through the change. It nearly Killed you!" Darren was drifting on the edge of something like sleep but different, like it was beyond the place people go when t hey dream.
"But I survived and he is even stronger than I am. You can feel it in him Tep, he can do it." It was more like a child trying to convince a parent that it really is ready for a puppy.
"You only survived because I helped you. I have not yet decided if I will do the same for this one." The reply was dead, no compassion.
"Y...you wouldn't let him...Tep, come on?" The voice of his friend and lover was trembling and full of fear, even in his clouded mind, Darren could hear it.
"If my failure hadn't been the cause of your turning, I would have let you die, young pup! I have no such qualms with this one. My responsibility was resolved when you survived the training."
Even in his half dead, half asleep fuddle mind, Darren could definitely detect a struggle of wills. And he knew one thing with crystal clarity, if tep wanted, he wouldn't live through the night. And he wasn't entirely sure that Terry would stop him. It was at this time that Darren began wondering when he woke up in the twilight zone. Nothing like this should be happening; this shit didn't even happen on TV. He wanted to close his eyes and wake up and it all to be gone. He realized with a pang that meant Terry would go to, he wasn't sure that was a bad thing.
So acting on his impulse, he sank beneath the waves of sleep inundating around him, unsure of whether or not he would ever be allowed to wake up, and not caring whether he did or not. Just wanting the sordid tale to be over.
Terry had put up with a lot of things from Tep. He knew more about the man, than Tep wanted him to know that was for sure. And should the old man ever find out just how much Terry knew, the young blonde was more than certain he wouldn't see another day, in the this incarnation at least.
No matter how Tep stood unrelenting, he wouldn't let him hurt Darren. The big, wonderful guy was nothing but good heart and generous giver. Not to mention one incredible lay. He didn't think Tep fully intended to kill him; it was just his way of making Terry realize that he'd gone into something half cocked. How was Terry supposed to know that Darren had the gift too?! It wasn't like these things are easily accessible from public records.
Terry had felt the return tickle when he'd first kissed the good looking brunette. The response only another like Terry could give. And when he came into his own, Darren would be in for a lot of surprises. Terry only hoped they weren't too much for his new lover. He was terrified of losing Darren to Darren, he damned sure wasn't going to let Tep help in anyway!
"Tep, I know I didn't fully think this out. I am not arguing that point. But... he is innocent, he hasn't done anything wrong, and I will not let you hurt him." IT was probably the first defiant thing he'd ever said to his erstwhile teacher. The old man didn't blink, he didn't have to.
He looked Terry up and down and his cold smile reminded Terry just why he was the teacher and the younger the student. A half trained student at that! It was calculated to inflict fear, and it did a good job, after all Tep had centuries of practice if not more. He'd ruled the deep valley Indians with an unspoken authority for more generations than even they could remember.
When finally he spoke, "You would give your life to defend him? And think carefully, because if it came to that, he would die, as would you."
Terry squared his shoulders, "I know you can kill me Tep, I don't think there's anybody on the planet you couldn't kill. But if you want him, you have to go through me." Terry didn't flinch; he waited for the killing blow.
What he got was a shrug and a sound very like a harrumph, "If the scrawny twerp is that important to you, I'll give him a couple centuries, let him grow up a bit." The stockier latino turned, having noticed a rather tasty looking morsel on the counter. Terry just stood there, the last part of the conversation slowly sinking into his head. His shoulders were still squared and his jaw set defiantly when Tep turned back and asked if he had any ham.
The burning was gone, he was washed and his hair done. He felt better than he had in days, or weeks, or years. After all the pain of the last night, this blessed oblivion was so much nicer than any joy he'd ever known. It was calm, it was peaceful, more than that, it was powerful. He awoke anew, like he'd been reborn and his soul was finally complete.
Richard could feel the strength in his arms and legs. He could feel power there he'd never felt before, he knew he could run faster than he ever dreamed and jump higher than any human should be able to.
But the biggest change was the way his room looked. He could see the blood splatters and the excrement. None of that had changed since last night. The truly amazing thing was, he could see his screams! The wailings and moanings of the night previous, they were painted on the walls in a million kaleidoscopic colors of pain and terror.
He looked around and saw his master on the bed. The brilliant red hair a gory scarlet on the deep blue silk sheets. The pale chest and shoulders a bolt of white against the shining darkness. What had repulsed and frightened him only hours before, now brought his passion on like a hammer to his gut. He wanted that pale body, he needed it.
His long form slipped into the cool covers and he could feel the sweet sensation as his hard length brushed the silk. He pulled up beside the body of his lord, allowing his hard throbbing cock to rest along the hot muscled thigh of his dear tormentor. He shuddered as he felt the slight moisture that told him, he'd left a smear of precum on the perfect limb.
His face nuzzled into the slender neck, his lips and teeth creating a symphony of a thousand pleasures. He felt the resting body next to him stiffen and respond to his advance. But it didn't wake. Somehow, he knew this wasn't a bad thing. The sunlight was out, his master would sleep, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel pleasure. He could feel the mental chuckle of the glorious beast that lived within the red head's body.
Slipping under the covers Richard traced a line of delicious fire down the neck to the chest. He could feel the nipples, he could feel them pucker and throb their wanton need back to him. He sucked first the right one, then the left into his mouth, the little nibs were alive with their pleasure of him.
Next he trailed down to the belly button, the deep chasm of a perfectly formed navel was unrelenting lure to him. His tongue dipped in deep and he tasted the man beneath him. He could feel the body shudder its delight at his playings.
Richard threw the sheet off of him, leaving both he and the master uncovered. The long, rigid tool of the master was hot and alive, standing erect at ten thick inches. Richard couldn't believe he'd been able to take it, then he remembered the pain. And new waves of pleasure washed over him. He reached his head down, and bit the end, not hard, just enough to draw blood. He felt his master jerk, and a wave of almost pure orgasmic joy rushed through their link.
He sucked, as hard as he could, eventually the blood stopped and it was something far sweeter. The rich saline of the masters cum was a thick roping presence sliding down his throat. It burned clean as it went. He loved the taste the feel, he wanted more.
Richard's cock was a brilliant purple now, he needed release. His mind was in a turmoil, if he despoiled his master's body, he would punished, and he didn't know how he would like something the master would think was a punishment. When he felt the gentle assurance from his sleeping lord's mind, his heart leapt with elation.
His tongue found the wonderfully bitter hole of the being that had taken the innocence of what humanity he'd had left. It penetrated a ring of iron like it was tissue paper. Plunging into the dank cavern of the immortal ass. His tongue flexed and lubricated the channel, preparing it for the fuck of a lifetime. When he withdrew his tongue and the hole didn't close right away, he knew.
Richard pulled back and picked the slender, legs up and over his shoulders. A single shove and his dick was buried in the hot ass. Hot wasn't even the word to describe it. The sensation was as if all the fires of hell, and the friction of a brillo pad had joined together to bring him aware of every inch of his cock sliding in and out of the rounded globes. The dark hole was alive with pleasure and pain in equal measure. He felt a freedom and abandon he'd never felt before. And when he came, it was so hard he thought his stomach would heave. Like an emptying of his body and soul. He fell atop his master, and when he'd regained enough strength, he drifted to the side, and cradled his weary head in the crook of a shoulder.
As he slipped off into dreams of his own, he realized, soon, there would be more. His master was bringing forth his family. Soon he would have hundreds of brothers an sisters. They would be a legion, and the world...he chuckled to himself...the world would know true pleasure, and true pain. But first would come tonight. First they had to be rid of the threat that had plagued their kind for so very long. As his mind closed, he felt his master purring his contentment at the direction of his pet's thoughts.
I do apologize for the for both the wait and the short length of this chapter. Things are taking an unusual turn, so hold in there. I hope you enjoy. I would also apologize. I have received feed back about the demon sex...I realize it is much more akin to torture and for that I am sorry. It is integral to the story, as will become far more evident later. So if such violence upsets you, don't worry you aren't alone. I hope this finds you all in good help, and remember the more you bother me, the faster it will get done. Love to all, you guys are great!