Dylan's Descent

Punishment

[Sam]

“OK, I’ve been trying to reach Dylan for two hours now and he’s not answering, something is up.”

I was pissed. I wondered if he was afraid of me or did he just decide he didn’t want this. We were going to find out.

“So, what should we do?” responded Asher.

“We’re going over there.”

“Um, and then what?”

“If he’s there, we’re going to deal with him for disobeying me.”

***

Sam and Asher had a pretty wild night. They spent hours fucking – well actually, Sam spent hours fucking Asher. After very little sleep, the boys were ready to get on with the day. Sam had plans for further abusing Dylan and he was going to get Asher involved in it. This was all a part of  bigger plans that he was carrying out and Asher is a big part of those plans. Sam is just going along with what comes to mind and doesn't always feel it is all in his control, but he just goes with what comes naturally to him. Sam and Asher hopped in Asher’s car and drove over to Dylan’s.

When they arrived at Dylan’s modest house in a pretty quiet part of town, they saw that Dylan’s car was in the garage and there was a bicycle leaning against the wall next to the front door. Sam stopped to survey the surroundings and suspected someone was there with Dylan. He tried the door and it was unlocked. He and Asher walked in.

Sam’s temper was slowly building when he looked around and saw someone’s clothes on the floor by the couch, underwear by one of the chairs and two half finished drinks. He was pretty certain Dylan was disobeying his orders to not touch himself or anyone else without his permission. This infuriated Sam in a way he hadn’t quite felt before, though he remained calm.

***

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I know it’s only been two days, but since he did all that shit I made him do yesterday I thought I had him. Now I can see he’s clearly gone against me or at least doesn’t understand his place. What a dick. He’s going to pay for this if he has any visions of me being his Master. He really doesn’t have a choice anyway. I am enraged.

“What a fucking bitch. He’s been fucking around with someone.”

“It sure seems that way. Do you think they’re still here?”

“We’re going to go find out!”

We walked toward the bedroom. As we approached, the door was open and we walked right in. There was Dylan and some other dude all curled up on one another, naked of course. I was trying my best to not just go off right away. 

“Well, well. What have we here?” I said as I walked closer to the bed where Dylan was. “Looks like someone was having some fun last night.”

“Um, I – I – I … I’m sorry Master. I lost control,” a weary and nervous Dylan responded.

“Who the fuck are you two?” Porter demanded.

“That’s really not your concern mister. Asher, why don’t you take this guy to the living room and fill him in.”

“I don’t have to go anywhere with anyone, asshole,” Porter barked.

“Just go along Porter, I’ll be fine. Let him tell you what’s up. I’ll be OK,” a very worried Dylan replied.

“I don’t like this one fucking bit. Two dudes just walk into your house and start making demands? What the fuck?” Porter snarled at everyone.

“Come on dude, I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” Asher offered and then looked at Sam, “is that going to be OK, Sir?”

“Do whatever the fuck you need to, just get him out of here!”

I went over and sat on the bed next to Dylan and put my hand on his leg. I ran it up his leg and over his back gently, teasing him knowing full well the rest of this wasn’t going to be as nice. 

Porter stood up and both of us took notice of his impressive body. Asher’s eyes lit up like a kid with a new toy. I could tell what he had in mind. This kid is really hot. I’m going to have to see if I can’t get him to join in the fun. I would certainly love to fuck the hell out of him and maybe even let him fuck me with that sweet looking cock he has dangling between his legs. Ah well, I’ll deal with that later. I need to figure out what to do to Dylan. 

Asher and Porter wandered out of the room.

“Yell if you need me dude!” Porter called out to Dylan.

“Shhhhhhh,” I whispered and I put my hand over Dylan’s mouth.

***

[Asher]

This fucking guy it smoking fucking hot! Damn Dylan, you can get some hot ass. I can’t wait to fuck around with this dude. Fuck me.

“It’s all cool dude, really. Did I hear right? your name is Porter?”

“Yes. Porter. And you?”

“You can call me anything you want, but Asher is my name.”

“I wasn’t going to ask because I don’t give a fuck,” Porter snapped as he went for his clothes.

“Hey, um, we don’t need to rush with getting dressed just yet, do we?”

I made it obvious I was checking him out.

“For fucks sake dude, you’re getting flirty with me now?

“Sure, why not. We’ve got some time to kill.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, Sam is going to punish Dylan for being disobedient. It will probably take him a while. I don’t know for sure since I’ve never actually seen it happen.”

“Isn’t this a little fucked up to you?”

A pretty loud scream came from the bedroom. Porter darted toward the hall to go see what was up. I stopped him.

“Dude. Seriously. Just chill.”

I looked Porter in the eye and started running my hands over his arms. Damn he felt good. We’re about the same size, but damn, he’s…so much…more. He tried resisting and wanted to push through as another yell came from the bedroom. I held my own and was able to ease his anxiousness a little running my hands over his chest. He looked back at me.

“Fuck man. You are kinda hot. If I’m naked shouldn’t you be?”

“Now that’s a much better attitude.”

I motioned for Porter to go over to the couch. He went and sat down with his legs spread and his cock hard and sticking straight up. I quickly got out of my clothes and walked over there. I stood over him for a second deciding what to do next. I sat down on his lap and put my arms around him. I rubbed my ass on his cock. I really want this dude and it looks like I’m going to get him. He kept getting distracted by the noises coming from the bedroom. Clearly Sam was really hurting Dylan. It kinda made me feel a little concerned too. It also got me pretty boned. My own cock was poking Porter in his chest, dripping precum all over him.

I decided to distract him by kissing him. He seemed definitely surprised. He even pushed back but I wasn’t having it. I pushed back harder and forced my tongue down his throat. He eventually succumbed to my advances and began to run his hands up and down my back. I backed off from our making out and leaned my forehead against his as I lifted myself up. 

I probably should have gone for some lube or used some spit, but I wanted him in me so badly that I just hoped the precum from his cock would be enough. I lowered myself down onto his cock, feeling as it penetrated my hole. It wasn’t too much of a challenge to slide down on his long cock. It wasn’t nearly as thick as Sam’s and Sam had literally been fucking me all night long. My hole was ready.

I leaned down and bit into his shoulder as I rode his cock up and down nice and easy. He winced and moaned as I licked and bit his shoulders and pulled on his hair. He was both resisting and accepting. It was like he was fighting himself. I kept riding, increasing my speed. His cock felt so good inside me. He finally got control of himself and grabbed my ass. He was pretty strong, no doubt given his toned physique. He held me up over his cock without pulling out and then he began to buck his hips and started pounding away at my ass as he held me there. He stared intently at me while I threw my head back and let out several guttural howls and moans. The sounds of Dylan screaming were pretty intense and seemed to be driving us as we completely submitted to our urges.

Porter fucked me like this for what seemed forever. After a while, he pushed me down on his cock and grabbed on to me tightly. He pushed himself up from the couch picking me up with him. I was blown away at his strength as he stood up with me still on his cock. I couldn’t believe what was happening. He looked like he was in shape but didn’t look at all like he could be this strong. He bounced me on his cock for a bit as I wrapped my arms around him and put my head on his shoulder. I was panting like a dog as he worked me in this wild position.

He turned around and put me back down on the couch – still not pulling his cock out of me. He leaned over me, pushing my legs over my head and holding my ass in the air. I grabbed onto my legs and held them back so he could really pound me. And pound me he did. He forced his cock deeper and deeper into me with every thrust. At this point, I was so overwhelmed and horny that I just blasted a load of cum without even touching myself. I shot stream after stream of cum onto my face and chest, opening my mouth to catch what I could. He just kept fucking me with more and more intensity. His eyes were glazed over and he was sweating profusely. His sweat was dripping onto my cum covered body. It caused his body to glisten and shine like some sort of god. As the screams and howls came from the other room, he went harder and faster. Sam has fucked me really well, and I’ve had some other good fucks, but this was like no other. It was otherworldly.

I could feel as his body tensed up and his breathing got heavier that he was ready to cum. He thrust his cock deep into me and growled as if he were some wild creature. His body pulsed and shook as I could feel a fire hose of cum filling my insides. It seemed to go on forever. I felt as if he was flooding my body with his gooey juices and they were going to spurt out of my mouth. He finally eased up and collapsed on top of me. His cock softened up and slid out of me. We both just lay there, breathing heavily and sweating. We were wiped out.

“Mother fucking hell! That was unfuckingreal,” I gasped in his ear while I held onto him and ran my hands up his back.

“Fuck dude. That was fucking intense. You’ve got a sweet ass,” an exhausted Porter whispered back.

“I hope you’ll do it again!”

“I hope I can. Damn. It might kill me the next time.”

We kissed each other for a little while. This time, taking it a little more slowly. We were feeling each other a little more and wanting to savor each other a bit. He was really something. I could easily get taken by this kid. Hopefully Sam convinces him to stick around. I think Sam would totally get into this guy once he sees what he can do.

“OK, I need a drink. Let’s go see what’s in the fridge,” I said as I ran my hands through his sweaty hair.

“Yeah, dude. I need a beer or something.”

“Yep. And then we’re going to come back so I can fuck you,” I said with a cocky smirk.

“Um, I, uh…”

“Shush. I'm not giving you an option.”

***

Asher and Porter went back and forth flip fucking one another. Asher was completely enamored with Porter. For the short time that they talked, including Asher’s explaining what he knew about the Master/slave situation between Sam and Dylan, Asher loved listening to the sexy cyclist talk about his adventures. For Porter, this was now the second experience in less than 24 hours that he did things he’d never done before and felt things he’d never felt. He felt like he was evolving into someone else at a rapid pace and without any ability to control it or even understand it. 

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t ignore what they were hearing from the bedroom. They also felt powerless to go in and stop it. It was as if they were immobilized and could only deal with each other. Both boys were a bit worried about what they were going to find when they finally went into the other room. They also were concerned that there was a lot more to Sam than they knew about and that it might not be all that nice. Neither one expressed any of this to the other.

During this whole time while Asher and Porter were uncontrollably fucking each other, Sam was in the bedroom torturing Dylan. He was doing some of his best work. Actually, for Sam, this was the first time he’d ever tortured someone and even he was taken back by what he was doing. Dylan had certainly been tortured before, but this was such a detailed and deliberate session. Sam was taking such immense pleasure in what he was doing. He was also very meticulous in his process. He moved slowly, but that in no way eased the pain Dylan was experiencing.

***

[Dylan]

Once the boys left the room, Sam went from his slow grazing of my body with his hand to grabbing onto my neck. He brought over his other hand and began to squeeze. He wasn’t quite choking me, but he wasn’t being gentle either. His stare was dark and intense. His face showed anger and desire, his skin was flush and he had a very slight glimmer of sweat on his brow. The fact that he had such distinct dark and thick eyebrows gave him a sinister look. This was absolutely not the sweet boy I had met ages ago.

“You have disobeyed me. I thought you were ready for this. Obviously I’m going to have to make sure you understand what you are and what I am. You are in very serious trouble, faggot,” Sam growled at me. 

“Yes, Master. I am very sorry, Mast---“

“No. No talking. There is such little need for you to ever talk around me. You will say nothing. The only noise that will come out of you will be screams of pain.”

I shuddered as I felt Sam’s hand press against my mouth and nose. I couldn’t breathe as he held me down. When he finally released his hand, I coughed and tried to regain my breath. This felt like it was going to be a lot worse than yesterday.

Sam stood up and ordered me to lie on the floor with my head near the bed and my feet near the dresser. There wasn’t enough room for me to lie there without putting my head slightly under the bed. Sam went about digging through my drawers and in the bins under my bed and in my closet. He found a considerable amount of my sex toys and other bdsm paraphernalia. He carefully chose each item he was going to use.

He very neatly, almost obsessively, laid out his chosen tools for his torture. He found plenty of rope, a bin full of clothespins and other clamps, a riding crop, several candles, a ball crusher, a few sounding rods, a long, thick butt plug and a tube of icy hot and some rubber gloves. There were any number of other things he could have chosen, but he seemed very specifically interested in this selection. 

He took off his shoes and socks and his shirt. I really wanted to see the rest of him, but he was obviously denying me that opportunity. My cock sprung up rock hard and immediately started oozing precum when I saw even just this little bit of him. This is the first time I was seeing Sam in any state of undress. His thin frame might not be a turn on for others, but it very much was to me. His chest was smooth with smallish, perky nipples. He was thin, not emaciated, but you could see the bones of his ribs just slightly under his skin. His feet, much like his hands, were quite large for such a small boy. I fantasized about spending hours worshipping them.

“I see someone is a little excited. You like my little boy body, you fucking perv? My TEEN AGED BOY body? You are disgusting. I can tell you’re salivating and your cock is a dead giveaway. Let’s see how long this lasts while I make you suffer, faggot.”

Sam liked to remind me he was young. It was his way of letting me know the power he held over me. He could easily create plenty of trouble for me.

Sam went to work. I’m really not sure how he knew how to do any of this except to think that he’s an excellent study of whatever he’s seen on the internet. First he tightly tied rope around each of my ankles and then threw the length of rope over the bed. He then tied my wrists just as tightly with several rounds of rope and threw the rope under the bed. He ordered me to put my arms over my head, which meant they were completely under the bed, save for my armpits. He then stretched the rope attached to my legs pulling them up over my head, exposing my ass. He pulled one leg as far as he could to one side and tied the rope to the bed frame. He pulled the other leg as far he could get that one and did the same. This was a position that was not only uncomfortable, it was painful. He went to work on my arms next stretching the rope  – and my arms – under the bed. He pulled on them together and pulled so tightly that my arms were completely stretched to their limits and in the most uncomfortable way.

He stood over me and chuckled at his handy work. My head was almost completely under the bed with only my mouth barely exposed. He took the riding crop and slapped the bottoms of my feet as hard as he could. I let out my first scream. He clearly knew how painful this would be. He continued to slap my feet several times before he moved on to his next thing. He put on a pair of rubber gloves he found and squeezed some icy hot on his hands. He used it to lube up the butt plug. He rubbed some of the icy hot on my ass and then shoved the butt plug into me with one hard thrust. This didn’t feel bad at first, but soon the icy hot was burning my hole and my insides. It became excruciating and I howled in pain. He just laughed.

He took the sounding rods, he had three of them, and one by one he lubed them with icy hot and slid them in and out of my piss slit. This was perhaps the most excruciating thing he did. I screamed and howled as he worked the rods into my cock. The burning sensation in my ass and now my cock was unbearable. Tears ran down my face and I screamed at him to stop.

“HAHA! You fucking pathetic faggot. You think these cries will make me stop? Do you think I have any sympathy for you? Do you think I have any concern for how you feel? FUCK YOU! SUFFER FAGGOT! SUFFER!”

He settled on the thickest rod to remain in my cock while he moved on to his next torture. He tied another rope very tightly around the base of my balls. At first he just tugged at them, but soon he would stand up and pull upward. He was lifting me off the ground by my balls, at least trying, and stretching them to their limits. I could feel them pulling and I could feel the pain all the way up into my body. I swear he was going to rip them off. While he held my balls tightly in one hand, he then started kicking at them. He lowered them just a little and proceeded to kick me multiple times in my already sensitive balls. He was relentless as he kicked harder and harder. He finally just let them down and stepped on them with nearly all of his body weight. Despite him being light, this still was a lot of pressure and hurt like hell. All I could do was whine and yell and cry.

He pulled my balls again and this time secured them to one of the legs of the dresser. They were pulled tight and to one side. I could feel the weird cold and tingly sensation as the blood stopped circulating in them. Now, he went for the clothespins and clamps. There were a variety of plastic and wooden clothespins, various clamps of all sizes and materials – mostly metal and plastic – some of which had flat surfaces, others with teeth or other textures. This seemed to be something he reveled in and was as meticulous as possible. He took a long time to put pins and clamps on pretty much every part of my body. Along my thighs, on the backs of my knees and ankles, in between my toes, along my underarm, along my sides, all over my chest, on my balls, everywhere he could. I knew there were more than 300 pins and clamps in that bin. He easily used more than half of it. He even put a clamp on each lip and several clothespins along the rest of my mouth. The last place was my cock. He pulled the rod out and attached three of the largest clamps to my cock, practically flattening it. He tried to put several clothespins on my cockhead, but they kept slipping off, which was quite painful. He ended up putting another clamp on that too.

He stood back and admired his artistry. He kicked at my cock causing one of the clamps to loosen, but not come off. It was like it was ripping my skin off. I screamed a blood-curdling scream. Whether or not he felt bad, I don’t know, but he removed all of the clamps from my cock. He put another rubber glove on and decided to jerk my cock with a handful of icy hot. This did not help the pain at all. He also jerked me to the point that I wanted to cum – and then he stopped. He would do this several times during the torture. He picked up his riding crop and then began to slap at the clothespins on my balls. He slapped harder and harder until they started to snap off causing me to keep screaming. Once the pins were off, he just kept hitting them over and over, harder and harder. The skin is so much more sensitive once the pins come off. It’s worse than when they go on. He then let my balls go free for a bit to get the blood flowing again.

He tied another rope to the base of my cock and pulled on that one like he did the one on my balls earlier. My poor cock was so sore from what he had already done to it. He pulled it tight and tied the other end of the rope to the other leg of the dresser. He tied my balls up again and re-tied them to the dresser. Out came the candles. He dripped wax on my cock and balls, smacked it off with the crop and repeated the hot wax. In between, another jerk with the icy hot and then back to the wax. My writhing would cause clothespins to snap off unexpectedly and all I could do was scream and cry. I was beginning to lose my voice from yelling so much.

Sam continued this torture for more than 90 minutes. The longer he went, the more vicious he was with his inflicting of pain. He squeezed the ball crusher so tight; I thought for sure he was going to smash them to bits. Sam always seemed to know just when to stop something. It was like a sixth sense with him. He edged me to the point of begging to cum. He was not going to let that happen. My body was numb from the pain. My balls and cock were on fire from the abuse. My legs were cramped and numb from being up in the air so long. He added more clothespins to my cock and balls and to anywhere on my body they’d popped off and then he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me in this cramped, uncomfortable, painful state.

***

[Sam]

I walked out of the bedroom, leaving Dylan in a horrible state. I took one more look back before I closed the door. Fuuuuuuck! What a fucking rush. Damn. His screams give me fucking life man. I’ve only seen guys tortured on the internet. I had no idea if I could pull that off, but damn, it was sooo good.

My cock is fucking ready to explode. I can hear those two going at it. They must have been fucking the whole time. As I turned the corner, I saw Asher fucking the other dude – Porter? what a gay name – doggy style on the floor. I’m horny as fuck, but I’m going to wait, just a little bit.

“OK you two. Time to get the fuck out of here.”

Asher looked at Sam like a sad puppy but got no sympathy.

“Fuck Ash, it smells like you two have been fucking for days. Get off him and get over here. I got shit for you to do.”

“Yes, Sir,” whimpered Asher as he pulled out of Porter.

“Damn dude, how are you such an asshole? Fuck!” Porter yelled at Sam.

“Never mind that dickhead. You just wait. Asher, come here.”

Asher, still completely naked and still hard came right over to me. I instructed him to go into the bedroom and take care of Dylan. I told Asher to remove all the pins and clamps and untie him. I also wanted Dylan, and eventually Asher and Porter, dressed and ready to go back to my place. I wanted to do the rest of my punishment there. Since we weren’t coming back and tomorrow was Monday, I also told Asher to make Dylan get all the shit he needed to go to work on Monday. Asher dashed off to follow my orders. Nice. He was falling into place very well. Not quite my slave, but totally submissive to me.

Now I needed to deal with Porter.

“Look, I’m sorry we didn’t start out right. Why don’t you come to my place and we’ll make it up to you.”

He looked really sexy to me right now. He was a sweaty mess. He, much like the rest of the room, smelled like sex and sweat. I really wanted to fuck him right there. Of course, if I’m going to win him over, I need another plan.

“Fuck you dude. You’re sick. What the fuck did you do to my friend in there? If I go in there am I going to need to beat the shit out of you?” He yelled as he stood up and walked toward me.

“No, really man, let’s just hang here for a minute,” I said calmly.

“FUCK YOU! Get out of my way!” He demanded as he pushed past me. I didn’t react at all. Sure, go see what I did. Get used to it.

Oh well, I guess this is how it's going to go. He is going to find out what’s up soon enough. Might as well be now.

***

Asher went into the bedroom and was totally freaked out by what he saw. He stood, in shock, over Dylan and looked over the creative work that Sam had done. Dylan was trying to look up at the boy in his room, but couldn’t because his head was half under the bed. Asher stood there, his cock standing at full attention. He was super boned by this scene. He knew what he was told to do, but he couldn’t resist himself. He was so horned by his time with Porter, his night with Sam and now this. 

Asher knelt on the floor. He knocked several of the clothespins off Dylan’s legs, causing him to put out a barely audible, raspy howl. He rubbed his hands over the marks the pins left. He didn’t realize that this made the feeling even worse for Dylan. All Dylan could do was whimper and cry. He didn’t have the voice to yell or scream anymore. Asher kept plucking pins off or Dylan’s legs and the ones on his feet. He snapped the ones of Dylan’s cock and balls. Asher was beyond aroused at this point. Dylan’s whimpering was making Asher crazy. He loved hearing it as he kept plucking pins and clamps off of him and then rubbing and patting the places where they’d been – now that he’d figured out the reaction he’d get. Some of them had been attached to Dylan for more than an hour. They were the most devastating when they were removed.

Asher’s cock was dripping massive amounts of precum. It was throbbing hard and Asher needed to do something. With most of the pins and clamps removed from the lower half of Dylan, Asher pulled the butt plug out. Dylan’s ass was stretched and open from having the plug in for so long. Asher knew he shouldn’t, but he did anyway. He slid his cock into Dylan’s ass. It went in easily, but Asher didn’t know about the icy hot. There was just enough still there to cause Asher to feel the burning. This only excited him more. He started fucking Dylan with all of his remaining energy. Dylan was being raped by this horny boy while still in terrible pain. Despite this abuse, Dylan felt his own horniness kick in as he imagined this was most likely Asher, which he knew and already had a hard on for. Asher pounded like a jackhammer, losing himself in the moment.

***

[Porter]

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST DUDE!! You’re both fucked up!” 

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Sam was following right behind me, probably staring at my ass. This was so fucked up. Poor Dylan was tied up and covered in whatever the fuck and fucking Asher was basically raping him. For fucks sake.

“Get the fuck off, dude!” I growled as I pushed Asher away from Dylan, “help me untie him!”

Sam, that cocky little punk fuck, just stood in the doorway with his arms folded over his scrawny little chest, watching me freak out. He seemed to be enjoying it. I don’t know what the fuck was up with Asher.

“Oh, uh, s-s-sorry. I just got caught up. Um. Yeah. Sorry.” Asher stammered as he untied Dylan’s cock and balls.

I looked over at Sam, “dude you are a sick mother fucker!!”

I couldn’t believe the condition Dylan was in. His body was covered with welts and bruises from those clothespins and his wrists and ankles were raw from the ropes. He was even bleeding a little in a few places. I felt so bad, I wanted to cry. There was my best bud in a state of horror that I didn’t do anything to stop. I need to hold it together though. Asher and I pretty much got everything off Dylan and he just curled up in a ball on the floor, writhing in pain.

I was fucking pissed. I stood up and ran toward Sam ready to beat the shit out of him. Sam just put his fucking arms out and pushed me back. Damn. That little punk has some force in him. Sam walked closer and pushed me again, this time I fell back over the bed and ended up on the floor. Sam jabbed his foot into my still exposed balls and pressed down. Hard.

“Don’t you ever fucking come at me like that again. I will fucking destroy you. Don’t be fooled by what you see here. I’m in fucking control around here. Got it, bitch?”

“Um, yeah. Asshole. Get the fuck off me,” I snapped as I pulled back from him.

I wanted to beat the fuck out of him, but thought better of it at that moment figuring it wouldn’t get me anywhere. I really wanted to just stand up and leave, but I felt like I needed to stay to protect dumb ass Dylan. I also wanted to kick Asher’s ass since he was just standing there like a fucking moron. He seemed unable to stop this madness and Dylan sure as hell wasn’t. This Sam dude is something. I don’t know what, but there’s got to be more to this kid than we all know.

This is some weird shit. I don’t know what Dylan has gotten into – or what he’s now gotten me into. 

***

Sam had everyone where he wanted them. Dylan was now a quivering mess, and finally understanding his place. Asher was also coming into his own and becoming the submissive Sam needed him to be. Porter was a bonus. Sam knew he would be more of a challenge because he was much stronger willed than Asher or Dylan. That was ok, that would make wearing him down all the more fun.

Sam was feeling a sense of power. He felt strong and dominant. He had no idea why or how he felt this way, and he was still unsure about what to do with it. He just knew he was changing, evolving, turning into someone very different from who he was just a few days ago. Or maybe he was just beginning to realize he was always like this and didn’t know it. Either way, he liked this feeling. He also had no control over it.

Sam looked over the three lives in front of him. The three lives he either controlled or was soon to. He smiled proudly and his eyes glowed ever so slightly. This was not lost on the others. Everyone saw it – and felt it.

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