Damion's Fire - Chapter 1

No, it's not a fanfic. I just can't get into using someone else's characters. Sorry for using the same character name again. You'll see.

            Damion waited outside the auditioner's door.

            He felt hot, and he was constantly moving, shifting from one foot to the other. Finally,
the door opened. A tall, smiling man greeted him."Come on in," he beckoned.

            The room was small. A desk at one side, and a platform up on the other. The man
motioned to Damion to stand on the platform, and he sat behind the desk, putting on a pair of
glasses and pulling out some forms.

            "Now, what is your name?" the man prompted.

            "Damion, uhh..., Johnson," Damion replied.

            "Ah, yes. Damion." The man smiled at him. "Well, Damion. Do your thing."

            Damion hesitated. "Umm, sir... if you don't mind." Damion pulled a CD out of his
pocket.

            The man laughed. "Sure thing." He held out his hand for the CD.

            Damion turned around and bent his head while the man turned the CD on. The room
began to vibrate with the beat of the drums. Damion stomped his heel, trying to get into the
groove of the music. On cue, he spun around.

            There was the man looking straight at him. For a split second, Damion faltered, but he
soon got back into the beat.

            Damion tried to smile as he swung his hips to the music, but all he could manage was a
little crooked half-smile. He tried to take his mind off the man. He started to lift his sweater, a
kind of teaser, then let it back down. The music rocked, and he slapped his hands on his thighs,
outlining his crotch.

            He bucked his hips back and forth. The music kicked, and he knew it was time to really
start. Just as he rehearsed, he crossed his arms and grabbed his sweater. Slowly, while circling
his hips in lustful movements, he lifted the shirt up over his head, and tossed it aside.

            The man was watching him intently. Damion's light blue undershirt clung to his well-formed chest. He turned around, slapped his hands on his butt, and circled it in time with the
music.

            When he turned around, he found the man was still smiling. Damion figured this was a
good sign and kept going. Slowly, he undid his belt buckle, wrapping it around his back and
massaging his butt with it before tossing it to the side.

            To his surprise and delight, the man leaned back in his chair and took his hands off the
desk. Damion didn't need to contemplate what he was doing; it was a good sign.

            Finally getting into it, Damion loosened his undershirt from his jeans. He pulled the front
up over his head so that the shirt was stretched behind his back, held by his shoulders. Now
Damion could really show off his body. He gently caressed his six-pack, massaging his chest. He
watched as the man's arm jerked.

            Slowly and deliberately, Damion undid the button on his pants and pulled down the
zipper. He turned around and bent over, swaying as he pulled his pants off. He turned around and
threw them off to the side. Damion danced for all he was worth, in nothing but a skimpy pair of
boxers. He smiled at the man, undulating his body to the music, lustily swaying from side to
side. The man was falling for him, and Damion knew it. He smirked to himself.

            He danced for about another thirty seconds like that, teasing the man, showing a little,
but not as much as he knew the man wanted to see. That was for the grand finale. The music
reached the last chorus, and Damion was ready to turn the heat up all the way.

            He hooked his thumbs in his boxers, swaying his hips, bouncing with the music. Slowly,
he bent down, pulling his boxers to the floor. Carefully, he covered his cock with his hand and
stood up, kicking his boxers off his ankles. He turned around and put his hands on his butt,
shaking it in time with the music.

            Just as the music was about to wrap itself up, he turned around, showing the man his full
body. The man gasped, and from the way his arm was jerking up and down, Damion could tell
he liked the show. With a bang, the music ended.

            The man clapped and jumped to his feet, aparently unaware that his pants were still
undone and his penis was flopping out. Damion couldn't help smiling and laughing.

            "Excellent show, Damion. Excellent show!" The man strode out from behind his desk
and clasped hands with Damion. "You were amazing, you really were. You showed such
confidence and your body is so tight!" The man stroked Damion's chest, fondling his nipples.

            "Well," he clasped Damion on the shoulders. "You start tomorrow. Be here at 9 o'clock
a.m. sharp for your first photoshoot."

            Damion pulled his boxers back on and picked up his clothes. As he walked out of the
room, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "By the way," said the man, handing him a card. "If you
need a few extra bucks." The man winked. Damion smiled at him and walked out of the room.

            Down the hall stood the dressing room.

            Damion shuffled in, locking the door behind him. He sighed. Success. It was...nice. He
looked at the card and memorized the number. He knew he'd need it soon. He looked down at the
clothes in his hands. He didn't need them anymore. He took off his boxers and shoved them all
into the trash can. Just to be polite, he unlocked the door. Then, he vanished.

            Not really vanished, but lost his form. He became a meer shimmer in the air, something
you might catch out of the corner of your eye, but you would never see it if you were looking for
it.  

            He wafted through the walls, being immaterial, and floated over the city below. Cars
rushed by on the streets below, the city was full of life. People bustled about on the streets, like
ants on a macadam maze with walls of steel and glass. Each walked on their way, quickly, with a
purpose.

            ‘Humans,’ thought Damion. Always with something to do. Deadlines to meet, people to
see, places to go. To busy to see what was right in front of their faces.

            Damion was a demon. He didn’t know many others, he had only met another demon a
few years ago in an orphanage, where he posed as a human to build himself a life in this world.
Now that he was old enough, by their standards he was around twenty, but age was immaterial to
demons, he lived on his own. Living on his own required money, thus he found a job. Maybe the
porn industry wasn’t the most reputable by human standards, but he didn’t care. Besides, the
particular agency he was working with allowed him to be paid under the table, without requiring
the unhappy burden of social security cards and birth certificates. Since he had neither, porn was
the job for him.

            It’s not like it was a difficult job he was choosing. He had the power to take on any form
he wanted, and a handsome human boy wasn’t too difficult to imitate. In fact, upon receiving the
job, he was pretty proud of himself. He did it the straight way, no magic.

            Outside the borders of the city, Damion found a grassy hill, devoid of people whatsoever,
and overlooking the hustle and bustle. On the top of this hill he took form again, the form of the
twenty-year-old that he used to get his job. Sitting there, unclothed, he looked out over the city,
and his heart filled with pain.

            Humans ruled, and they had for thousands of years, while his people had to pose as
humans in order to survive. Consequently, it was difficult to tell who was a demon and who
wasn’t. On top of that, demons weren’t the only suppressed people in history. Wizards, elves,
and many other “mythical” creatures had lived in hiding for many years. Some, like wizards and
demons, chose to blend in to human society. Others, such as the elves, chose to hide away in the
woods and other unpopulated areas. So, it was hard to tell who was a demon, that is, unless you
happened to shake hands with one. When a demon and a human touch, it feels as normal, but
when the essences of two demons mix, there is an electric sensation that passes between the two
of them. Damion entertained dreams that one day demons would not have to hide from humans.
And he would make it happen.

            Demons do not die on their own; they have to be killed. Damion intended to use his
unusual life span to make a few changes in the world. But not now. Now he would play by their
game, earn money keep a home, and then, when the time was right, he would band together the
demons and take the humans by surprise.

            Damion stood up and stretched, his nude form glowing in the sunlight. With a snap of his
fingers, he was wearing clothes again. It was time to find somewhere to stay for the night.

            The next day Damion showed up in the studio, he tried to look as much the part as
possible. Using a little creativity and some help from a few magazines he found in a run-down
shop, he used his magic to make a tight blue shirt, denim jeans, and a black belt.

            It was very busy when he arrived. Judging from the uneven paint on the walls, he wasn’t
working for the richest company in the industry. But that didn’t bother him. He was just starting
out, and so were they. He felt that they shared the need for a rise to the top, yet, if he progressed
farther than the company, he was sure to drop them and move on.

            The photographer, unsurprisingly, was the same man that interviewed him the day
before.

            “Good, you’re here,” said the man, thrusting a pile of clothes into Damion’s arms. “Go
change, and meet me right back here.” He pushed Damion on his way.

            Damion was a little startled, nevertheless, he assumed it was part of the business.

            He changed quickly, and went back to see the man.

            “Okay.” The man pushed open the door and ushered Damion into the room. It was bare
except for a little stage and a camera, and practically everything was white. All that was on the
stage was a small barstool.

            “Now, do as I say, when I say it. This shoot today will be a test run. We have to hurry
because I have another model coming in half an hour. We’ll only do 15 photos for your first
shoot. Are you ready?” Damion nodded. “Good, then go sit on that barstool, and give me an easy
smile.”

            Heart pounding, Damion rushed to comply. He watched as the photographer ducked
down behind the camera in front of him. “Smile,” the man reminded him, and a huge flash lit up
the stage.

            “Good,” said the man. “Good start. Now, stand behind the stool, lean on it, grab your
hands on the side.” Damion did.

            “No, like this.” The man came up and moved Damion’s hands to the sides of the stool,
and lifted Damion’s chin up. He took a step back.

            “Good, hold it, just like that.” He ran back behind the camera and snapped the next shot.

            “Now, it’s time to get rid of that shirt. Start easy, just come to the front of the stage, stand
naturally, and lift your shirt a little, show that six-pack.”

            Damion quickly got into the pose, and the camera snapped again.

            “Okay, now take it off, but just hold it in your hands, about chest level.”

            The camera snapped.

            “Lower it, no, never mind. Hold it in one hand off to the side, your left hand. Now look
off to your right at the door, as if someone’s coming in to the room and you want to see who it
is. Good.”

            The camera snapped.

            “Throw it off to the side. Okay, hold on to that belt buckle, as if you’re about to take it
off, but don’t take it off yet.” He paused. “Lean back a little, just slightly. Good.”

            The camera snapped.

            “Okay, now for something a little bit different. Get up on the stool, and slip your hand
down your pants. Give me a naughty smile.”

            Damion complied, and the camera snapped.

            “Belt off. Okay, get down and turn around. Lean down over the stool, let’s see that butt
fill those jeans, there we go.”

            The camera snapped.

            “Turn around, unbutton them, and sit back up on the stool.”

            The camera snapped.

            “Pull those things down, just so we can see that thong.”

            The camera snapped.

            “Get rid of the pants. Okay, wow, you have a nice body. Anyway, stand at the front, and
smile naturally.” Damion was starting to get into it. He was feeling the rhythm of the shoot.

            The camera snapped.  

            “Okay, now for the finale. Take ‘em off, and go stand behind the stool. Position yourself
so that the seat of the stool hides your cock.” Damion bent down a little behind the stool.

            The camera snapped.

            “Great, now come out in front, but cover your cock with your hand. Give me an innocent
smile.” Damion did. “Wait, too innocent, too overdone. Make it a little more natural, there you
go.”

            The camera snapped.

            “Here we go, two more. Take the hand away, stand naturally, smile. Look like a natural,
rugged man, can you give me that?” Damion did.

            The camera snapped.

            “Now, get up on the stool. Sit naturally. Come on big boy, flaunt it off, this is the big
picture, do it right.”

            The camera snapped.

            “Good, great job, come here.” Damion sighed and got down off the stool. He walked
over to the man who turned around the camera to show Damion the last shot.

            Damion was surprised. He actually did look great. His dark brown hair fell naturally
almost to his eyes, with the little curl out at the bottom. His dark eyes glistened, and his fair skin
was smooth, outlining the strong chest muscles that made his torso. Everything was natural, his
penis erect, circumcised, his legs spread enough to show everything, but still looked relaxed.
Damion felt a warmth in him, a sense of pride in the beautiful body he had created.

            “Now,” said the photographer. “This was just a trial shoot, something to put in your
portfolio. I’ve got another quick project for you right away. Your costume is in the dressing
room.”

            Damion opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the answer to his question. A
young man walked through the door, no older than twenty-two. He was gorgeous. He had brown,
short hair, thin sideburns, and stubble on his chin. Blue eyes that gazed upon Damion, capturing
him, and, of course, enough muscle to fill out his clothes nicely.

            “Ah, there he is. Damion, this is Jake. That is your next assignment. As soon as you’re
changed and the set is ready, you’re going to do your first sex scene.”

            This completely shocked Damion, his eyes widened. Nevertheless, it was his job.
Politely, Damion went to shake Jake’s hand. A burning sensation filled his arm. He hissed and
looked at Jake. Jake was no human. He was a demon.

October 8

So, I haven't really posted in a while. I've been writing, but nothing homoerotic. Nothing erotic for that matter.

I think I'm going to try my hand at slash, in particular Harry Potter. It's a big fad among my friends and though we're generally discouraged from jumping on the bandwagon I'm going to do it anyway. My problem is that, although I've read each book twice and some books more, I don't feel like I know the characters or the setting well enough to write a good fanfic. If anyone writes fanfics please post on how it goes for you. I'm very interested to hear.

I promise I will revise Mount Harvest, it's on my list of things to do. Right now I'm looking forward to November and National Novel Writing Month. I have yet to decide whether or not there will be any eroticism in my novel. There probably will be, just not that graphic.

Oh well, that's all I can think of for now. I might as well open things up here. If you feel you'd like to post one of you're stories up here, you're welcome to. Just don't forget to put your name on it!

Mount Harvest

Here is the first work I will be posting. It is my own work. I will warn you that it contains some violence, fist fights, no weapons. It also contains sex against the characters' will. It is a fantasy work, containing magic. I wrote it using The Lester Dent Pulp Paper Master Fiction Plot. Enjoy. Here's "Mount Harvest":


Eric woke up and rolled over in his bed. Though drowsy, he still noticed: Jake wasn’t there.

‘Must have already gotten up,’ Eric thought. He rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers before heading into the kitchen. The summer heat hit him as soon as he walked out of the bedroom. ‘Wow,’ he thought. ‘I must have slept late.’ He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Strange, he still hadn’t seen Jake yet.

"Jake! I’m up!" There was no answer. He got up and searched the counter for a note. Finding nothing, he went over to the window. Yup, both cars were still in the driveway, but there was something stuck to the window of his Jeep Liberty. He opened the door and went out to take a look at it.

"Dear Oracle of Orgasms," he read. "I have Jake. If you wish to see him again, drive out to Mount Harvest. I will name my price there." He stared at the note wide-eyed. Shock hit him. He felt his fists clenching. His head pounded and the summer heat became unbearable. ‘Who would do this? Who would know?’

It was supposed to be a secret that he was the Oracle of Orgasms. Most people didn’t know that such a man existed, but he was there. He had the powers of nature, and could control everything around him. He was supposed to be in hiding. Jake was supposed to protect his identity. What happened?

He hurried inside. He didn’t doubt for a moment that Jake kept his secret. Jake was always loyal, that’s why he chose him as a lover and a protector. No, someone found out some other way. But how? He knew he must contact the spirits and find out, but he didn’t. Jake was missing. He needed Jake, not just as a protector, but as his one love. It was bad enough that someone knew about his powers. Now, he’d have to face this person without the support from Jake.

Of course, Jake was special too. He wasn’t an Oracle, but he had some status with the spirits. He was a guardian, one of a few, and very important. He was also the most able and passionate of the guardians. Eric wouldn’t have chosen him otherwise.
Quickly, he dressed and set out to find Jake.

He pulled in to the parking lot at the base of Mount Harvest. ‘Mount Harvest,’ Eric thought. ‘Of course. The one place where complete contact with the spirits is possible.’

The guard was missing from the toll booth. The lot was empty except for one black car, and a man stood guarding the entrance, covered in a black cloak. As he drove in farther, he saw another man behind the cloaked stranger, gagged and bound to a pole.

"Jake!" he yelled in his car, although he was the only one who could hear. Yelling through soundproof windows wasn’t something he normally did, but relief washed over him to at least know that Jake was okay for the moment. He parked, got out of the car, and approached the cloaked stranger.

"Who are you?" he demanded. The stranger chuckled.

"It does not matter who I am, it only matters who you are, Oracle. I am pleased to meet you."

"What are you trying to do?"

"In truth? Well, it is my objective to gain entrance to the heavens, to claim complete powers over this world, and take it into my possession."

"Then what do you need Jake for."

"It is not Jake I need. Well, I do have some use for him, but my primary need is for you. I must possess you. I must have your soul."

‘What?’ thought Eric. His breathing quickened and his heart raced. He unclenched his fists, and his face became pale. He shook his head and began to retreat. ‘What do I do? I have to get out of here! No! I need to save Jake!’

"No, no, no," he moaned, stepping away from the stranger.

"Don’t try and run," cackled the cloaked figure. "You’re trapped. You’re coming with me."

‘What do I do?’ He turned and ran, and was stopped short. He found he couldn’t run any farther, no matter how hard he tried. He kept trying different directions. He couldn’t get anywhere, he was trapped.

His hands were shaking now. He needed to do something fast. ‘Oh my gosh,’ he thought. ‘I’ve got to fight him.’

He made up his mind. ‘Well, I should go for the element of surprise.’ He carefully, calmly walked back towards the stranger, heart pounding, breath short and quick. He saw the stranger’s mouth curl up into a smile.

Quickly, without warning, he raised his hand and fired two huge fireballs at the stranger. They hit him with full force, completely engulfing him in flames. Then, the fire was gone, not an ember to be found.

"Do you really think you can beat me with your magic? Let me tell you something in case you haven’t heard. You are the last Oracle alive. I have defeated all of the others. I have that much power. Do you think you are a match for me?"

"No, no, you’re bluffing." But a movement caught Eric’s eye. He looked up to see Jake nodding, his eyes full of sorrow.

"No, this can’t be true."

"Oh, it’s true."

"Ooomph." Eric was completely unprepared. The stranger caught him in the stomach with a fist, sending him to the ground winded. He felt like he was going to throw up.

Just in time he turned his head up to see the figure coming at him again. He dodged, and threw up his fist, catching the stranger on the jaw.

The stranger reeled, and Eric saw an opening for attack. Instead of hand to hand combat, he used his powers to create a boulder out of thin air and hurled it at the stranger.

The boulder broke with a resounding crack against the stranger’s shield.

"Fool, I told you magic wouldn’t work on me. I have the powers of seven of the eight Oracles. You will fall to me!" He got up and charged at Eric.

Eric threw himself out of the way and fired a lightning bolt at the stranger. It caught him in the back, and he howled, then turned to face Eric.

There was a smile on his face. Eric stared at him wide-eyed as this creature transformed from a normal being to an evil savage. The stranger made a motion with his hand, and Eric felt his body rising off of the pavement. Eric gasped, and scrambled to touch the ground. Without warning, he was hurled across the pavement.

A searing pain coursed through his body. He looked down at himself to see blood covering his arms. He moaned, and the stranger was upon him again. He seem to hold Eric down with his eyes. Eric struggled to get free, but the stranger just chuckled. The stranger buried his hand in his cloak. Eric stopped struggling and watched in horror as the man drew a golden knife from the depths of his cloak and a small silver phial. Eric’s breathing quickened as the man took the glove off of his left hand and pierced it with the blade, allowing a small drop to fall into the phial. Then, heart pounding and chest heaving, he watched as the stranger put the blade up against his cheek, and slowly drew it down to his chin, capturing a small drop of blood from the phial. It was too much for Eric. Tears began to well up in his eyes.
‘I’m doomed. We’re going up to the mountain now. He’ll have my soul before the day is over. I have failed the spirits. All is lost.’

With a smile the stranger got up. Eric tried to move but found he was still pound to the pavement.

"Hold on a minute, there’s something we have to do, first. It’ll be fun, you can watch." He walked over towards Jake, and Eric turned his head to see what was going on. He watched as the stranger pocketed the silver phial and drew a bronze one out of his pocket. Jake screamed through the gag as the man spilled a drop of his blood into the phial. The stranger added a drop of his own, then sealed the bottle.

He raised his hands high. Clouds began to form rapidly in the sky, condensing and darkening over the area around Mount Harvest. Thunder rumbled, and the man began to laugh. He laughed and laughed. Lightning flashed in the clouds. Then, one struck the spot where Jake was bound.

"No!" But Jake was gone. Completely disappeared.

The stranger laughed and walked over to Eric. "He’ll be awaiting us at the summit of Mount Harvest. Now get up!"

Eric found he could move, and, shaking, he got to his feet. "Now get in the car, we have no time to lose!"

"What?" ‘The car? I though we were supposed to climb the mountain.’

"You heard me, get in the car!"


Eric’s thoughts raced. ‘Where are we going? What am I going to do? I have to think of something. Jake needs me, the world needs me. Why did I come, why did I come? Because you love Jake, you idiot, and you can’t live without him. Stop it, you came because you are the chief Oracle, the Oracle of Orgasms, and when there’s a problem, you need to solve it. It’s your duty.’

The car pulled off onto a small dirt road that led out into a forest. "Where are you taking me?" Eric asked as calmly as possible.

"Don’t be so impatient." The stranger looked at him through the rear view mirror. "You’ll find out soon enough."

Eric laid back in the seat and looked out the window. ‘I have to escape,’ he thought. ‘I’m no use to the spirits if I’m captured. I’ve got to get out of here. As soon as this car stops, I have to make a run for it.’

The car arrived at a small parking space in front of a huge rock with a door in it. Eric’s heart began to beat faster. The stranger put the car in park. Eric licked his lips. ‘This is it.’ The key turned, and the car shut down.

Eric threw the car door open, jumped out of the car, feet pounding on the soft dirt. It wasn’t very long before he was thrown backward onto the ground. ‘Another shield.’
The stranger laughed behind him. "Another escape attempt. Sorry, not going to happen. You’re sealed in. Get up!"

Head pounding, with a searing pain in his back, Eric lifted himself up off of the dirt. He walked toward the stranger, who held the door in the rock open for him.
"Go in the door on the left." Eric didn’t see anything else to do, so he did as told. The stranger stood in the doorway. "Stay here, I have to prepare for the ritual." And he shut the door.

Eric scramble up and put his ear against the door. He waited until he couldn’t hear footsteps anymore, then stood up. He tried opening the door. No luck. He kicked it as hard as he could. It wouldn’t budge. He took a few steps back, and ran full tilt into the door. He reeled in pain, holding his shoulder. The door didn’t budge.
He looked around the room for a minute. Four lanterns hung from the ceiling, providing what little light there was in the room. No windows, no other doors. He decided to try some magic on the door.

First, he created a boulder out of thin air, and hurled it at the door. It shattered with a resounding crack!, but the door still stood. He tried water next, sending a huge torrent towards the door. Aside from getting it wet, the door stood unchanged. With a flick of his wrist, the door caught fire. It burned and burned, and when the fire subsided, the door still stood. Although he saw no point, he called up a gust and tried to blow down the door. Still nothing.

He sat down and put his head in his hands. ‘What can I do? There’s no way out. We’re doomed. I can’t escape. What to do? Should I ask the spirits for help? Do I dare? They’ll be angry with me for my incompetence. No, there must be another way out.’ So he began systematically scanning the room. He crawled across the floor, brushing his hand over the dirt to feel for anything. He crawled and crawled with nothing. Then he found a spot. It felt like wood under the dirt. Eagerly, he brushed the dirt aside to reveal a small wooden trap door.

‘What the heck is this?’ he thought. ‘A human can’t fit into there.’ Nevertheless, he opened it. Inside was a small metal ball. He picked it up, and a deafening rumble filled his ears. He pressed his hands against his ears and looked up, then slowly dropped his hands. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed he stared. A section of the rock wall that held him in had disappeared, revealing a dark passageway. ‘This could be my escape route. This could be something.’

His hopes were starting to look up as he stepped into the dark passageway. It was long and damp, and very dim, lit only by a few lanterns which appeared every fifty feet or so.

After a while, he saw a light up ahead. His heart beat quicker; he was almost there.
He walked out into a room with a large cauldron in the center over which the stranger stood, watching him. He tried to go back, but he couldn’t, another shield stopped him.

The stranger laughed. "I was wondering how long it was going to take you to get here. Now." He flicked his hand, and Eric found himself bound to a pole, and stripped naked. "I need your semen for this potion."

Eric’s eyes widened and he gasped. "What? Are you joking?"

The stranger smiled. "No, not at all."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes. You are the Oracle of Orgasms, the last Oracle I need to conquer before I ascend to greatness."

"That’s right, I’m the Oracle of Orgasms. Do you know what that means? Orgasms. My orgasms are so powerful that they shake the Heavens, rock the Earth, and cause Hell to tremble. They have the power to bring infinite wealth to those that are good, and death to those who are evil."

"Is that so? How come I never heard of such powers from the other Oracles?"

"I am the head Oracle. Only I have the power to open the gates to the spirits."

"Ah yes. Well, from what you say, I guess it would be a sort of foolish thing to do now. The potion only needs your sperm anyway. I bet a drop of precum would do. I wouldn’t want one of your earth-shattering orgasms to be wasted here when we could rock the world from the top of Mount Harvest, would you?"

The stranger walked over to him and grabbed him, holding an emerald phial in his other hand. He began pumping, hard.

‘No, I can’t do it. I must not do it.’ His breathing grew heavy, and he could feel it, and did his best to hold it in, but no. A quick spasm, and a small drop of clear liquid appeared on him. The stranger quickly ushered it into the phial, then took it over to the cauldron, where a clear liquid simmered, and dropped it in.

The liquid in the cauldron instantly tuned a deep blue. "Ah, the potion is complete." He ladled some into the emerald phial, then walked over to Eric. "Now, let me explain to you what this does. This readies your body to give up your soul when you orgasm. It also readies the body to take in a freed soul from semen. It requires both the blood and sperm of the donor and the receiver. We have both graciously obliged, and now the potion is ready. Drink."

He tipped the phial up to Eric’s mouth. Eric turned his head away, and the stranger forcefully grabbed hold of his chin and held his head. "Drink!"

As soon as the liquid touched his tongue, Eric spat it out. The stranger took in a shallow, labored breath and grabbed Eric. "Drink! Or you orgasm here!"

Eric drank. As soon as he had done so, the stranger took it away from his mouth and took a drink of it himself. "Now it is ready." He waved his hand, and Eric found he was free.

He jumped on the stranger, wrapping his fingers around his neck. Instantly he was blown backwards.

"Fool! How dare you?"

Eric got up again and punched him in the mouth. The stranger was seething. He swung his arm up to hit Eric in the face, but Eric dodged him and socked him in the stomach. He bent over, winded.

Eric took the chance to try and make a break for it. He tried everything, but there was no unblocked exit.

The stranger grabbed him from behind and pulled him to the ground. They hit the cauldron, but neither cared. They struggled on the ground. Eric fought with all of his strength.

He felt himself lifted off the ground, floating in the air. The stranger got to his feet.

"Fool, you have done nothing save anger me. You will pay double for this. I will claim two souls today. Yours, and your lover’s!"

‘No!’ Eric thought. ‘Jake! What is wrong with this man? It’s lost, all lost. I screwed up. It’s time to give up and just let it happen. I can do nothing about this man. He is too strong.’

"Now, we must go," said the stranger. "In case you didn’t know, we are three thousand feet below the summit of Mount Harvest. It’s time to go to the summit, and complete the ritual."

Eric looked up, and saw that there was a large hole leading straight up to a small pinhole of light. Before he knew it, they were rising, and fast.


They stood on the summit of Mount Harvest. Clouds hid the sun. They churned and rolled, eternally blossoming flowers of dark grays. Lightning flashed, and Eric felt the first drops of rain splatter on his bare body. On one side of the plateau, he saw Jake gagged and bound to a stone chair, stripped bare.

"Jake!" he cried out, and ran toward him. But he was stopped.

The stranger cackled. "Take a good look! Because this is the last time you’ll see him alive.

Eric tried to move, but something held him in place. A deep magic, one steeped in evil, to separate him from Jake. The rain pattered, the nose filling his ears as he watched the stranger walk over to Jake. Eric watched as the stranger took another phial out of his pocket, and forced Jake to drink it, then took a drink himself. ‘No,’ Eric thought. ‘No, no, this isn’t fair!’

"Stop!" he yelled. The stranger turned around and looked at him. Laughter filled Eric’s ears. ‘I must look so weak,’ he thought. ‘A naked man, in the rain, completely unable to move.’ He hung his head. Tears came to his eyes as he watched the stranger remove his clothes. He saw the inevitable. Jake sat there erect, poised for the stranger to mount him. He looked down and realized that he was erect, too. ‘This potion is making me sick.’

He looked up, and watched, helpless, as the stranger violated Jake, his Jake. He would give anything in the world to stop it, and yet he could do nothing. ‘I’m a failure. I was entrusted with these powers, and now I am forced to stand by and do nothing while my own lover is destroyed.’ He watched on. He could see the strain in Jake’s face; he was that close, and he could do nothing. He watched as Jake’s chest heaved, splattered with rain. Sopping wet hair, clinging to his head while each minute his precious life drained away. Eric felt tears come to his eyes. ‘Was this why I became the Oracle? To lose everything? To die in solitude?’ No, he wouldn’t die, at least not immediately. His body could live on without his soul. When it was destroyed, then he would be dead. He sobbed, and his tears mixed with the rain, spattering on the plateau. He looked up, and he could see Jake was crying, too. He wanted nothing more than to go out and touch him, to hold him in his arms one last time. Jake was everything. It was that simple. Nothing should keep them separated.
He heard Jake moaning, and looked up. ‘Oh, I can’t do this,’ he thought. Any moment now, any moment, Jake would be lost. His whole life would be lost. It wouldn’t matter that he was still whole, that wouldn’t be so in a few minutes. He was next.
He knew it was futile, but he tried anyway. Concentrating, he commanded a thunderbolt to strike the stranger. Nothing happened. He knew nothing would. There would be a magical barrier around him preventing him from doing magic, or calling the aid of the spirits.

He heard Jake’s moans, louder and louder. He couldn’t stand it. He sobbed, each one shaking his body. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be like this. No one ever warned me about this.’

Jake’s scream tore through his ears, drowning out the rain. "No!" He lunged forward. He moved. But it meant nothing now. He dropped to the ground, hands and knees. Naked, wet, he cried. He could hardly breath, each sob choked him. He knew it would kill him, the pain, the sorrow. No reason left to live. Save one.
The stranger walked over to him, laughing. "Get up! Do you think I did this just to see you cry like a baby. Your lover will add to my strength, and aid me in defeating you."

Eric slowly rose. He stood up straight, and looked the man in the face. Then, he punched him in the jaw.

The stranger staggered back. Instead of threatening him, the stranger made Eric levitate, then threw him against the ground. Eric cried out in pain. He pulled himself up, blood and rain streaming down his body. He summoned a lightning bolt to strike the stranger. It hit, but did nothing. The stranger was invincible.
Still, the man looked at him in awe. "You broke the barrier. It is no wonder you are the strongest Oracle. Still," he smiled, "you are no match for me." He created a boulder out of the air, and hurled it at Eric. It hit him in the stomach, driving him to the ground.

Eric rose to his feet and threw another boulder back at the stranger. It hit with a resounding crack, then shattered to the ground in pieces. The stranger chuckled.
The man rose up and lifted his hand. With that, Eric felt his feet leaving the ground. He fought it though, resisted it with his mind. He imagined feeling his feet on the ground, and slowly, he began to descend back toward the ground. The stranger watched in horror as Eric resisted his power. Eric’s feet touched the ground, and he smiled triumphantly at the stranger. Power welled up inside of him. He could win, maybe not by magic, but mere physical strength and intellectual ability.

They stood there, watching each other for a minute, waiting to see who would attack first. The man smiled. "So, you really are strong. So, what do we do now? Is it a battle of strength, of brawn?"

Eric smiled. "Perhaps." But he knew that wasn’t it. It was a battle of the minds. They were equally strong. It was the one who outsmarted the other that would win.

They paced around in a circle, trying to advance on the other without being hit first. Eric went for the element of surprise.

Suddenly, he jumped forward, wrapping his arms around the stranger’s waist and throwing him to the ground. He punched him and punched him, endless rounds, until the stranger grabbed his throat and clenched hard.

Eric grabbed the hand, trying to get it away. He pressed his fingernails into the stranger’s skin, and when he drew blood, the stranger screamed and pulled away. Eric punched him again, but the stranger threw him backwards.

He jumped to his feet immediately. They stared each other down. Eric tried to do something different again. Using his mind, without any physical signals, he sent another lightning bolt at the stranger. The man jumped aside.

Eric’s eyes widened. ‘Can he read minds?’ He fell backward as the stranger plowed into him, sending him to the ground. He struggled, but the man held him down tight
with his arms. An evil smile played across his face.

"So, are you ready to make love?" he jested. He bent down to kiss Eric.

‘Never,’ thought Eric, and bit him on the lip. The man screamed and jerked up, hands
to his mouth. Eric punched him in the stomach, and he bent over. Eric flung him off.
He lay there, looking up at Eric with hate in his eyes, rain splashing over his bare chest, blood dripping from his lip. He said nothing.

"Well?" demanded Eric. "No threats? What happened? I am no match for you, remember. Listen, you killed Jake. You will die tonight. Whether or not I die too is the only question."

The man threw a hand at Eric. It was as if an invisible hand gripped his throat. Eric coughed and struggled.

"Oh yeah. Well, what about when I take your soul, eh? What about that? Because I will. I will win this fight. I am invincible." He dropped Eric, who gasped for breath. The man stood up, and Eric remained there on his hands and knees.

"I told you," Eric said, without looking up. "I am the Oracle of Orgasms. My orgasm will kill you."

"Nonsense, you liar!" He lunged at Eric. Eric rolled out of the way. The man hit hard, and didn’t move right away. Here was the chance.

Eric rolled him over, and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him into the air. The man struggled as he carried him to the edge of the plateau, and held him out over the edge.

"Is this what the Oracle does?" choked the man. "Kill?"

"You killed, why shouldn’t I? You took away Jake, you killed the other Oracles. Are you saying that those live don’t merit your death? You’re a fool to think so." And he dropped the man. He watched, and the man’s feet caught the side of the mountain, and pushed him away, so that he fell through the air. But his heart skipped a beat when the man stopped falling, and hung there in the air. He gasped. The man looked up at him, and, fist outstretched, soared toward him. Everything went black.


Eric awoke to find himself soaked with rain and tied to a stone chair. He looked down. He was erect, perfectly poised to be violated. He looked up to see the man, naked and towering over him. ‘This is it,’ he thought. ‘The final moment. I’ve failed everything else, how can I make it through this? Spirits, guide me!’

"I see you’re ready." Eric looked up at the man, standing over him, nude and erect, with rain cascading down his chest. Eric’s chest was heaving, his head pounded. ‘No. This can’t happen.’ He struggled against the ropes. The man laughed.

"It’s useless, stop trying! Soon, I will be the most powerful man in the world. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me."

"You risk your life," Eric said.

"Stop trying to scare me, it won’t work. I’ve come too far to be scared by your empty threats. You can do nothing. I win." Eric struggled against the ropes again, he had to get free. The man laughed and turned around. Eric stared as the man guided him in, and engulfed him. Eric hissed. The man chuckled.

"Yes, it’s all over now. Don’t even try to resist. You might as well enjoy your last moments."

‘How cruel,’ thought Eric. ‘Using the ecstasy of orgasm to destroy.’

"You will never win. The spirits will destroy you." Eric gritted his teeth as the man slid up and down him.

"Wrong! With your soul, I will control the spirits. They are nothing to me."

"You violated their laws. An orgasm is supposed to bring pure ecstasy, not destruction."

"Funny how the good can be manipulated by the bad, isn’t it?" The man moaned. "Feels good, doesn’t it. Too bad it isn’t for you."

Eric felt him, and it did feel good. ‘No, I can’t give in. I’m strong. I must resist.’ He tensed his body and tried to think about other things.

The man felt him underneath. "What did I tell you, resistance is useless! Why do you discomfort yourself when you could end with ecstasy? Doesn’t matter to me. The longer last, the longer my pleasure lasts."

Eric felt it settling in. He could do nothing. This was the end. No, there must be something. ‘Think!’ he told himself. ‘Think!’

All the while he felt the man on top of him, begging him to release. The man did everything to invite him. Eric watched as the hands came towards him, and stroked his chest. Eric moaned.

‘No!’ he thought. ‘I can’t submit!’ Desperately, his thoughts raced. He racked his mind for anything he could do to end it.

The man chuckled, stroking him. "Oracle of Orgasms, you’re so firm! It is a pleasure to steal your soul the most. I don’t think any of the other Oracles had such a divine body.

Eric shuddered, and he felt a drop of precum spill out of him. ‘No, it can’t end this way. There has to be another way. Think, Eric! Stop this, for Jake!’
Then, it came to him. He remembered the potion. They both drank the same potion. ‘The man said it readies the body to lose the soul as well as receive it. If I orgasm, I lose my soul, but if he orgasms, he loses his soul, and the others he’s taken. I must get him to come. How? I have to get my hands free.’
He struggled with the rope tying his hands together. He tried to slip them through, but it didn’t work. ‘Maybe, just maybe.’

He used his mind to conjure up a small flame in his hand. It worked! He could feel the warmth on his palm. While trying to shield it from the rain, he brought it down to the rope. He heard the soft his as the flame seared the wet rope.
The man laughed to himself, using his body to call Eric to come. Eric paid no attention.

He felt the heat on his wrists, and suddenly, the rope loosened. He quickly shoved it off his hands and waited.

The man was still stroking Eric’s chest. He watched as the hands moved down his torso, and closer together.

‘Perfect,’ Eric thought. He threw his arms around the man and held him close, keeping the man’s arms pinned to his body. Eric whispered in his ear.
"Now, we’ll see how you like this." He grabbed the man and began pumping, as hard as he could. The man moaned.

"Stop, you fool, what do you think you’re doing? Oh..."

Eric pumped it, did everything he could to coax it to give up. "I orgasm, I lose my soul," Eric hissed in the man’s ear. "You orgasm, you lose yours, all of them."
"It’s pointless," the man growled through gritted teeth. "I destroyed the bodies of all of the other Oracles. Their souls will never find them."

Eric looked out over the plateau, at Jake’s soulless body lying there. "You didn’t destroy Jake’s body."

Eric quickened. The man moaned, over and over again. ‘He’s giving in,’ Eric thought. ‘Soon, I’ll have him.’

"You won’t win," the man growled. My soul will find my body soon enough, and I’ll get back at you, then."

"Ah," said Eric. "But you will be missing another eight souls that provide all of your power. You will be nothing.

"No!" yelled the man. "I did not do all of this in vain!" His chest heaved against Eric’s arms. His breathing quickened. Eric could feel him swelling in his hands.

"No!" His scream echoed in the rain. His body convulsed, writhing in Eric’s hold. The man shuddered, and the first stream ejected from him, falling to the pavement with the raindrops that now fell in buckets.

A second shudder. His cries filled the night. The man’s body arced, and a second jet spewed forth, splashing on the ground. Eric’s heart pounded in his head as he held the jerking man to his body.

A third shudder. Eric could feel all of the man’s muscles tense in his arms. A third, earth-shattering scream cut like a knife through the roar of the rain. The body fell limp in Eric’s arms.

Eric had no time to lose. He quickly untied the ropes that held him to the chair. The rain fell hard, and thunder echoed in the skies. Eric heaved the body off him. His muscled ached, but he picked up the man and carried him to the edge of the plateau. Eric looked at him. It was sad, the evil creature was completely helpless in his arms, soulless. Tears welled up in Eric’s eyes. A life lost to infinite ambition. He picked the body up, and stood it on the edge. "Evil never wins," he whispered. And he pushed the body off, and watched as it tumbled down the mountainside.


He looked down, and found that he wasn’t erect anymore. The body was destroyed, and the man’s evil magic went with him. He turned around. Jake’s body still lay limp on the ground. He walked over, and put his hand on Jake’s cheek. It was wet and cold, but he felt a small breath escape from Jake’s mouth. Despite his aching muscles, Eric jumped to his feet and cheered. Jake was alive! Sighing, he lay down beside Jake’s body. Resting his head upon Jake’s chest, he fell asleep.

Eric later awoke to Jake stroking his cheek. He still felt rain on his chest, but it was slowly clearing up. He could see the sun, and a rainbow ran across the sky. He looked up into Jake’s face.

"Thank you," Jake said.

"It was nothing," Eric replied.

He saw a shimmering out of the corner of his eye, something he was sure was there, but he couldn’t quite see. A deep, booming voice sounded in the air.

"Good job, Oracle," it said. "You’ve restored our power. You should be commended for your work. That is why you were chosen. You fulfilled your duties well."

Eric smiled, and looked at Jake.

"However," the voice continued. "There is still the problem of the other seven Oracles. They need to be replaced. After your work I’m sure we can trust you to restore the balance. Relax, you’re next task is a happy one for a change. You’ve done well."

The shimmering out of the corner of his eye stopped. Eric sighed, and got to his feet.

"What’s up?" asked Jake. Eric raised his hand, and four chalices situated at the corner ignited.

"I’m preparing for the rites to choose one of the Oracles." He turned to Jake and smiled.

Jake’s eyes widened. "Me? You’re choosing me? Eric, you can’t, I’m not worthy."

The plateau opened in the middle, and a platform laid with red silk and pillows rose from the depths of the mountains. Eric walked over to Jake and wrapped his arms around him.

"You’re more than worthy." He kissed Jake. Warmth filled him. This was how it was supposed to be. Rain caressed his body as he opened his mouth and invited Jake in. Jake took the invitation gratefully, pressing his tongue into Eric’s mouth. Eric caressed Jake with his hands, brushing them against his chest and gently fondling his nipples. His back tingled as Jake’s hands massaged him, traveling down his spine, and kneading his butt. He felt so sure. So sure that he made the right choice for an Oracle. Love washed over him. He sighed, and took his face away from Jake. He smiled, and Eric knew that there wasn’t any better choice in the world. Gently, he guided Jake to the silken bed, and laid him down upon it.

Jake was erect, he stood tall, eager for Eric to take him. Eric knelt down next to the bed. Gently, he took hold of Jake and guided him into his mouth. Eagerly, he welcomed all of Jake into his mouth. Jake moaned, and he looked up to see his lover’s face filled with joy. Jake reached down and put his hand on Eric’s head. Eric began to suck on him, feeling every inch with his tongue. It was warm, and it tasted salty, from Jake’s sweat. Rain pattered on them, stimulating every inch of Eric’s body. He sucked eagerly, waiting for Jake to spill his seed into him. Jake moaned. Eric worked his tongue up and down, and was rewarded with a shiver from Jake. His moans filled Eric’s ears as his seed coated Eric’s throat. Eric gulped it eagerly, he wanted all the love Jake had given him. Reluctantly, he let Jake out of his mouth.

Jake smiled at him and rolled over onto his hands and knees. Eric got up onto the bed, getting down on all fours to prepare Jake for the final part of the ritual. He pressed his face into Jake, and began to lick him clean. He licked all around, loving the taste of Jake, and wanting to pleasure him as much as possible. He probed inside him, readying him to accept. In the meantime, he gently stroked Jake with his hand, feeling his lover become erect. He listened to Jake’s moans eagerly, while the silk caressed him, erect and ready.

He got up, and Jake flipped over onto his back. Eric took Jake’s legs and put one on each shoulder, exposing Jake. Gradually, gently, he entered Jake. Jake threw his head back and moaned as Eric began to thrust. Slowly, in and out, he felt Jake swallow every inch of him. He looked at Jake, who was staring back into his eyes. Jake’s hands touched his belly, and rose up to rest on his chest. Eric’s skin tingled from Jake’s touch, and his breathing began to quicken. He could feel the pressure, could feel the coming of the inevitable. His muscles tensed, he sped up the pace.

The mountain shook. Eric let out a cry that filled the air. His whole body convulsed. In broad daylight, his true form was revealed. His body began to glow, a golden aura surrounded him. His hair lit up from brown to the brightest blonde, a golden blonde. His dark brown eyes became sapphires. And wings erupted from his back, huge wings. They spread out full, in their finest glory, every pure white feather reflecting the sun’s rays. Great power overtook him. He felt completely alive, he could see everything crystal clear. He looked down at Jake, then threw his head back as his seed exploded into Jake’s body. He watched as Jake began to glow also. He heard Jake’s gasps, and knew it was complete.

He relaxed, and he stopped shining. His wings disappeared, and his hair and eyes went back to normal. He was a man again, tied to his true love by flesh. He looked down at Jake who smiled up at him. Finally, he bent down, and relinquished control of his body. Laying on top of him, he kissed the new Oracle.