Oneiric

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I got up and put on a pair of shorts. Where was he? That was the first question that popped into my mind. He was gone, as I had found out when I saw a post-it on the entrance door.

“Thank you”, was all that was written.

Last night must have been quite an epiphany for him. And the sex must have been of good quality. We wouldn’t have fucked again if he didn’t want to; if he didn’t like it. And that second time I didn’t even use my power. Not that I really know how to use it. I can’t control it, yet. It kind of controls and guides me. For now.

Yet why did I sense a feeling of uneasiness? I felt like I had done something bad. I felt remorse and self-disgust. And these sentiments had nothing to do with Matt, nor with me being gay. I had accepted my homosexuality when I was 16.

When I was younger, I didn’t even know the words gay, fag, queer, or even homosexual. When puberty had struck at 11, I was just a kid experimenting with my body, jerking off and wondering if the liquid coming out of my dick was piss, as I didn’t know about sperm yet. After all that fun, however, there was an after-feeling, one of shame towards myself and guilt towards God. I was a believer back then.

Having been raised by my grandparents, who were religious people, I lived with the thought that playing with my dick was a sinful deed. And not to mention how bad, almost disgusted, I felt when I realized I like to look at boys my age, or older. The men in the commercials, movies, songs, whatever, looked way better than any of the females. So, years went by, and I felt, no, I had considered myself a sinner, just because I was attracted to cock, balls, ass, and the rest of the male body. That didn’t last too long though, as I had accepted who I really was. And I felt happy almost instantly.

No, the feelings I felt now, after the night I had with Matt, were not related to religion, nor society. They were all about Liviu. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t let go. Or maybe I didn’t want to. Close to midday, I felt nauseated, and I had even thrown up. I almost wanted to call Lavinia to tell her I wasn’t feeling good enough to escort her to the fashion show. But I didn’t want to be a jerk and let her down, so I manned up and got a hold of myself.

At around half past six I went to take a shower. I had to wash all that cum off me and get ready for tonight.  While under the steaming water, caressing myself with shower gel, I got a hard-on, but I just ignored it as I didn’t have time to play. I usually don’t do quickies; I like to edge until I can’t take it anymore. Or at least that was what I used to do when I didn’t feel like shit for doing it. When he was still breathing…

I got out of the shower, “boner-less”, skin all goosed bumped due to the icy cold water and went into the bedroom. I put on a pair of black boxer undies, positioning the family jewels in their place, then I went to the drawers for a pair of black socks. I returned to the wardrobe to pick a shirt. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to wear a black one or a navy-blue one. I had chosen the first one, put it on then went to get the bag with the bow tie.

When I got back to my room, I took the tie out and was instantly shocked. In my hand, I was holding a mahogany-red, sequin bow tie. This is not what I had bought. Then my phone buzzed, as I had received a message. It was from Lavinia.

“Don’t freak out. I have made a slight change to your attire for tonight. That counts the bow tie too. See you soon”

Wait. What? She had made a slight change to my clothes for tonight? I went to the cover bag, unzipped it, and was confounded. The jacket was not dark and velvety anymore, but currant-red, sequin, and sparkly, very, very sparkly. Why was it sparkly? I took it out of the cover bag and off the hanger, into the light, so I could see it better. In the light of the room, the jacket was glittering like a disco ball in a discotheque. Like in the old days I saw on TV. I stood there, staring at the shiny coat, thinking what I had gotten myself into. I put on my black pants and shoes. She had changed the shoes as well. They were still black but polished as if a coat of varnish had covered them. I could almost see a perfect reflection of myself in them.

Finally, I put on the bow tie and went for the jacket and put that on as well. I gave myself a look in the mirror. I didn’t dislike what I saw. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, I’m gay after all, I can twinkle for one night. The last thought made me giggle in front of my mirrors. 

With all the commotion I had made regarding the magically changed clothes, I almost forgot what time it was. Twenty minutes later, I got in the cab I just ordered online and instructed the driver where to take me. I had offered to come and take Lavinia from her home, but she said she would be a bit late. Women. That’s why I liked men; they are mostly punctual.

The location was rather far, in the north of town, but I got there just in time. Five minutes earlier to be precise. At the reception, I had given my name and, after a list check by the bodyguard, I was permitted to go inside. A server, walking with a tray of glasses around the room, offered champagne. I gladly took a glass and went into the showroom. Opposite the entrance was a catwalk, with chairs on both sides, occupied by various persons. Some I recognized from TV: designers, actors, businessmen, and even a politician or two. The rest were unfamiliar faces, all talking to each other. I didn’t know what to do, as I didn’t know anybody and Lavinia still didn’t show up. While standing alone near a table of appetizers, trying not to look all sad and alone, which I was actually, I heard someone calling my name.

“Claudius! There you are!”, the man said.

“Good evening! I’m sorry, but do I know you?”, I asked.

“No. Excuse me. My name is Iulian. I am Lavinia’s brother.”

“Oh, I didn’t recognize you. I am Claudius. Nice to meet you!”, I rose my hand to shake his. He was so beautiful.

He was wearing a pink shirt, unbuttoned so as one could see a little into his pectorals; the sleeves were rolled up. On top, he wore a gray vest, like his gray pants who were hugging his lower body. I could swear I saw his dick head protruding. I quickly moved my eyes to his dark brown shoes, before returning to catch his gaze.

“Nice to meet you too, Claudius! Lavinia asked me to find you, and keep you company until she arrives”, he said, while shaking my hand. It was warm and smooth.

“Your hand is so smooth. Your eyes are beautiful”, what was wrong with me? Why did I tell him what I was just thinking?

“Your eyes are beautiful as well. So are your lips and so is your smile”, he replied. I didn’t know he was gay. He didn’t seem gay at all. Not that I seem gay either.

“Excuse me, I don’t know where that came from”, I tried to explain. My face was probably beet red with embarrassment.

“There’s no need for apologies, Claudius. Why shouldn’t we praise beauty when we see it?”, he was definitely Lavinia’s brother. The frankness must run in the family. But jokes aside, he did have a resemblance to his sister.

“I guess you are right. I like how you dressed. It brings out your hot body”, again, my thoughts were verbatim. 

“Am I not? Your attire makes you look hot as well. Besides me, you’re the hottest man in here”, he smiled.

“I…”

Before I could answer I heard a voice behind me. My savior.

“Hello, boys! What are you two up to?”, said Lavinia.

“Hello, sis! I was just exchanging compliments with Claudius”, he smirked.

I turned and was awestruck. Lavinia was wearing a dress, sequin in its entirety. The color was perfectly matching my jacket. It was a long, strap, low back dress with a crack starting high above her knee, continuing down to her foot. She wore skin-colored, shiny stiletto shoes, which made her almost as tall as I was. Her burgundy hair rained down on her shoulders, a golden necklace adorned her neck and at her right wrist, she was wearing a red rose.

“You look astounding, Lavinia! If I weren’t straight, I’d go for you!”, I must be crazy for saying these things out loud.

“Iulian! Stop it!”, she scolded her brother and slapped his shoulder.

“Come on sis. He didn’t say anything wrong”, he smiled at us.

“I am confused. What’s happening here?”, I asked, looking at both of them.

“My brother’s power is to compel people to tell the truth. He can scout one’s mind and make them say things they didn’t know they thought or felt”, she explained, while giving her brother the eye. You know that face someone makes toward another person who has done something naughty. 

“I hope you are not upset with me Claudius. But I could not help myself. You truly are gorgeous and I love your choice of clothing”, he apologized, sort of, while complimenting me at the same time.

“It’s ok. I’m not upset”, I was telling the truth. "I should thank your sister for 'updating' me and my attire, at the last moment", I said, while I eyed Lavinia in return. But I couldn't keep a serious face and started smiling then laughing.

"You're welcome, by the way, Claudius", was her response, along with a great smile.

“What I said, was merely the truth”, Iulian replied.

“My brother likes a little drama”, said Lavinia.

“That is also true. However, I have to go now that you arrived sis. There’s work backstage. See you later, Claudius”, he winked and left. I did stare for a moment at his bubble butt, my head leaning very slightly to the left.

"Hello, Claudius! Quit staring at his ass, I'm apologizing here on his behalf."

“It’s fine Lavinia. I am not angry. So, he can make people tell the truth?”, I was curious.

“Yes, but he can also hypnotize and do magic as I can”

“Has he ever used his powers on you? To annoy you, when you were kids?”

“No. It doesn’t work on the family members. Thank goodness!”

“I can imagine why. Shall we find some seats?”, I offered my elbow in a courteous way and she took it.

“We have two seats reserved, in the front. Iulian made sure of it.”

“Wow, that’s nice of him”

The distance from where Iulian had left us, to our VIP spots was not that big. But, as we walked, I could see the people in front of us stopping from what they were doing, and admired. I would have guessed her dress drew most of the attention, but there were some male glances that I caught. I felt a bit awkward, but at the same time, liked, wanted, and appreciated. I felt good.

Soon after we were seated, the lights turned off, and only the catwalk was illuminated. The music started and the models, men, and women, came one by one, parading in front of us. The boys were especially hot. Their bodies looked as if sculpted in beige marble. And, if I didn’t know better, Iulian must have designed the pants they wore especially to highlight their bulges. 

I wondered if they were gay. Probably it was a mix of orientations, not that it mattered too much. Nevertheless, they were all handsome. The girls were beautiful as well. And they looked better than those skinny toothpick female models from Fashion TV. These girls actually had butts and boobs. There were a couple of thick models as well, of both sexes, but they were as gorgeous as the rest. Iulian knew how to emphasize their beauty with the choice of clothing.

During the show, I constantly felt a cold breeze caressing the right side of my face. One could have mistaken it for a draft of sorts. But this breeze didn’t feel natural. It felt almost like a touch. I don’t know if I can explain it. It felt like, if telekinesis existed, a remote touch. It felt like it came from a direction. I turned my head, scouring to find the source of the shiver when my eyes stopped, at the other side of the catwalk, and caught the gaze of a man. I could feel the heaviness of the glare in its fulness. When he stopped looking at me, the coldness stopped. I was intrigued.

The presentation ended with all the models coming back on stage, and Iulian being the last to arrive to receive his applause. The lights were turned back on, and all the people went to the main reception ballroom, to serve drinks and other aperitives. I was serving drinks with Lavinia when Iulian returned. He was not alone and, to my surprise, he was accompanied by the man who had been looking at me during the show.

“Hey sis, Claudius. Please let me introduce you to Flavius Decenov Tracos. This is my lovely sister, Lavinia.”

“Pleased to meet you mister Tracos”, Lavinia said gracefully, while the man took her hand and kissed it.

“And this is her friend, Claudius”, Iulian introduced me as well.

“Nice to meet you, sir”, I said, a bit nervously.

The man reached out with his hand towards me, looking into my eyes. I felt it again, the cold thrill and the heaviness. It was even more intense than before. He was handsome, taller than me, at around 1,89m. His hair was blond, almost silvery, short on the sides and long on the top, combed backward. His eyes were sky-blue, and his lips had a prominent Cupid’s Bow. He was wearing a black suit, with a black shirt, unbuttoned, and black shoes. He seemed young, close to my age, or a few years older. I took his hand a shook it. I felt an electric shock when I touched his skin. But this time it was different, I think he felt it as well because he raised an eyebrow when it happened. I felt something in my chest. Something heavy, and warm, but pleasant. Was he magical as well?

“Pleased, as well. Have we met before, Claudius?"

“No sir, I do not think so”, I said, although I did have the feeling I knew him from somewhere. But I couldn't recall having seen him anywhere.

“Please, call me Flavius. We are about the same age, there’s no need for formalities”.

“I have this feeling that we have met before, somewhere. But I can’t put my finger over it.”

“It must be Deja-vu”, said Lavinia smiling, trying to help me. She noticed how tense I was.

“Flavius is our main sponsor for tonight’s presentation and fundraiser”, said Iulian.

“It is always a pleasure to attend your presentations, Iulian. You have quite a remarkable taste in fashion, and models”, when Flavius had said the last word, he looked at me. I was shy like a schoolgirl.

“And it is always my pleasure to have you here, Flavius”, said Iulian.

“Please excuse us, we have to greet some people”, Iulian excused himself and Flavius did the same, courteously saying farewell to Lavinia. To me, he smiled and winked his right eye, only for the two of us to see, then left.

I spent the rest of the night with Lavinia, talking, drinking, and dancing. At one in the morning, I called for a cab and went home. Lavinia didn’t leave, as she would return home with her brother. I had hoped to see Flavius again, but luck was not by my side.

When I arrived, I got out of all the clothes, except the boxers, and just went into bed. I had fallen asleep almost immediately.

The sun was shining on a white sandy beach. Claudius was lying on a large beach towel, leaning on his elbows, looking at the calm, azure sea. He felt the rays warming his body, but didn’t mind the heat. Next to him, on another beach towel was Liviu, also bathing in the sun, eyes closed. They were the only people there.

Claudius looked at his partner, admiring his body. His skin was pale, almost as white as the sand, but smooth. His body was slim, with dulled lines on his abdomen. His pectorals rose like two small hills on a plain that was his torso. On the entirety of his light skin, a pair of black swim-shorts stood out, along with a round bulge, which was where his dick stood, dormant. Looking at his partner’s bulge made Claudius' dick pulsate twice. Livius' silver blond hair shone as bright as the Sun. The boy was quiet, as though he was sleeping.

“I am happy to be here with you”, said Claudius.

 There was a slight delay in Liviu’s answer.

 “I am happy to hear you say that”, replied Liviu, his eyes still closed.

“I am looking at you, but I have this feeling like I haven’t seen you for a very long time.”, Claudius smiled at his partner.

 Another delay in his lover's response.

 “To me, it doesn’t feel like that.”

“I am standing next to you, yet I feel we are far apart.”

“I feel you next to me, always”, Liviu replied.

“I miss you, but you are right beside me. It's so strange”, Claudius felt sad.

“I always miss you”, said Liviu, eyes still closed.

“I do not understand why I feel like this”, cried Claudius.

“I do not understand either.”

“One thing I know for certain – I love you!”, said Claudius.

“I love you too!”, his partner answered.

There was a moment of silence between the two boys. All that could be heard were the waves crashing into the shore.

“I think I will go and take a swim in the sea. My skin is so hot, from the Sun”, said Claudius

“You should stay.”

“Come and join me”, said Claudius while getting up on his feet.

“I wish I could stay a little more, here.”

“Okay. I will go for a swim. I won’t be gone for too long”, then Claudius went toward the shore.

He stopped right before the breaking waves could even touch the tips of his toes. He looked back at his partner, Liviu, who was still bathing in the sunlight. Claudius just stood there, at the border between land and sea, looking at the interminable body of water. His stare went as far as the line of the horizon, where sky and sea united in a false touch. This was the perfect example of how he felt about him and his partner, that day. They seemed to be close to one another, yet they could never be adjoining. Their paths were one next to the other, infinitely going further, but never converging.

 When Claudius lifted his foot to probe the water, he felt a cold touch on his shoulder. He looked, behind him was Liviu. He stared into Claudius’ eyes, with a sad look upon his face. He almost had forgotten how beautiful Liviu's eyes were.

“Your hand is cold, Liviu.”

“And your body is lively, warm, Claudius”

“Did you change your mind about swimming with me?”

“No.”

“But why are you here with me now?”

“It’s time.”

“Time for what?”

“Time for me to go, Claudius.”

“Are we going home?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, but let me cool off. I’ll be quick. I can dry on our way back.”

“No. Don’t go into the water.”

“Oh, come on Liviu. Just a quick splash.”

“Please! Don’t go into the water.”

“Liviu, you are kind of scaring me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Just don’t go into the water. Please.”

“Alright. If it makes you feel better, I won’t go in. Come on, let’s pack up.”

Claudius went back to start packing. He glanced towards Liviu. He was not on the shore anymore, but in the water, halfway in, and continued walking, slowly sinking. He didn’t float like people used to when the water was too deep for the feet to touch the sandy bottom of the seabed. Claudius ran to the shore, calling for his partner’s name. 

“Liviu! What are you doing? You said we were going home!”

“I am. You should, too.”

“I don’t understand. Come back! The water is getting too deep, the currents might drag you down!”

“I will be fine. Don’t come into the water. Go home, Claudius!”

“No. I’m coming after you”

“No! Don’t enter the water!”

Claudius ran until the water reached his navel, and it was very cold, in contradiction to the hot air. Not long after entering the sea, the weather had started to change. The sky got grayer and grayer with storm clouds, the azure sea changed into a murky color and became agitated. Liviu could not be seen anymore and Claudius started to panic. He thought that the currents had dragged his partner into the depths. He dove in and tried to make his way toward Liviu. Or where he thought he had last seen him before he disappeared. 

He couldn’t see underwater; it was cloudy due to the currents and sand. He tried to return to the surface, but couldn’t find the way up. It was as if he was hundreds of meters under the water, and he was losing his breath. All of a sudden, a great calm had settled in the depths. The water was clear, but there was not much light. He saw a silhouette not far from him. Claudius swam towards it, hoping it was Liviu. When he reached it, he noticed it was the body of a woman. He didn’t recognize her. Then more silhouettes appeared. He didn’t recognize any of them. They were not moving; they were slowly sinking into the abyss. Those were corpses. He opened his mouth to scream, and lost a substantial volume of air. Then something slimy grabbed his right leg, dragging him into the void. He tried to swim, but all he was doing was to tire himself. 

Knowing he could do nothing to escape, Claudius succumbed to his fate and stopped struggling, allowing for him to get dragged down into the gloom. He closed his eyes and, with the last bits of his fading consciousness, a memory emerged into the darkness of his sight. Long, silvery blond hair combed backward toward the back head, eyes of sky blue, a dark suit, a handshake, and a cold thrill, made him see Flavius in his mind.

The darkness was dissipating, making way to light. Claudius was not being dragged downwards anymore and a whirlpool was forming above, reaching him. He got caught in the vortex and was spun, not knowing up from down. 

With an abrupt stop, he woke up on the floor of his bedroom.

I was lying on the floor of my bedroom, soaking wet, but not from sweat. The dream seemed so real, yet it must have been just that, a dream. I think that my magic must have materialized some parts of my nightmare, the worse parts. But I got to see him again. It felt like I was really there with him, looking at the real Liviu. Not just a picture or a video. I missed him again and it pained me to remember what I felt when I was near him. It pained me to remember how it was to love him. I have got to learn how to control my powers before they control me.    

It was late in the afternoon when I woke up from the nightmare, standing on the floor, soaking wet, and tasting seawater in my mouth. I overslept. After mopping the excess water off the floor, I brewed some coffee, as I couldn’t put any food in my mouth. I felt a bit of nausea.

I didn’t want to bother Lavinia with my personal issues, even if they were magic-related, in a way. So, I decided to put myself in a situation where I could activate my powers and try to control them. Or at least to find out how to do that. But I didn't have the opportunity.

The days had passed and nothing enticing happened. It was already Thursday evening and I was bored of reading or gaming. I watched a couple of episodes from a series I had started half a year ago but was not in the mood for a third episode. Having no classes this Friday, I decided to go for a ride on my rollerblades. It wasn’t too cold outside and I would warm up from the effort.

I loved roller skating, more so during the night, as the city was calmer and the streets were clear, almost empty. There is something that nightfall brings with it, and I’m not referring to silence and fewer people. To me, it brings coziness and a feeling of safety, along with the mystery.

It was late, almost midnight, when I decided to return home. I swapped the blades with a pair of sneakers. It was too late for the metro, but I wasn’t that far away from my apartment; almost a thirty-minute walk. There was a park I could pass through and save 5 minutes from my trip. As I was reaching the heart of the deserted park, I heard steps behind me, like I was being followed.

At some point, I reached an area with a lot of benches, placed in a circle, with a small fountain in the middle. On one of the benches a guy was smoking, and his bike was lying on the grass. I could see the small ember light of the cigarette, and a small cloud of smoke being blown out of his mouth. I had to pass him so I could proceed with my walk home. When I got near him, he approached me.

“What’s up, dude?”, the guy asked. He seemed close to my age.

“Not much. Heading home. You?”, I played along.

“Smoking and relaxing. You’re cute. Want a smoke?”, he was flirting with me.

“Uhm, I don’t smoke. Thanks for the compliment, though.”

“You into some action? You look like you’d be game.”

“Sorry, but I am too tired to roller skate again.”

“No dude. I mean some physical action.”

I rose an eyebrow as I was confused.

“Head. Into giving some head? Or taking some?”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Come on. You won’t be disappointed”, he said while rubbing his cock. He was wearing sweatpants, so I could clearly see a bulge. It wasn’t erect.

“I’m not sure this is such a good idea”, I said, although I was really tempted.

“Come on man. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”, he got up, one hand was already inside his pants. He approached me.

“There might be other people around. Even policemen.”

“At this time, the park is deserted”, he said and then kissed me.

I was caught by surprise, but I didn’t fight back. He was young, like me, quite cute and the thrill of the moment was raising my adrenaline levels. And it felt so good. But it didn’t last, as I felt a pair of hands immobilizing me. There was another dude, the one I thought was following me. He must have caught up. He was holding me. The guy who kissed me threw a punch right in my stomach. As all the air inside me rushed out, I felt like I was about to faint. I fell to my knees, coughing.

“Yeah, that’s what you get, faggot! Nice punch Andrew., the guy from behind said.

“Thanks, Gabe. You fag really thought you were going to get lucky tonight, huh?”, the biker asked, looking at me.

“He thought you were going to suck him off, didn’t he?”, Gabe replied.

“Yeah. You should have seen his face when I rubbed my dick. He was almost drooling.”

“Piece of shit. Your kind disgusts me”, said Gabe, while giving me a few kicks, hitting my thigh.

I tried to get up, but Andrew hit me with his fist, between my shoulder blades and I fell on the grass again.

“Let’s teach this queer a lesson. He won’t cruise for guys, late at night, ever again when we’re finished with him”, said Gabe.

“Yeah. Beath the gay out of him. That’ll teach him!”

But before any of them even acted upon hitting me again, something happened. As I lay on the grass, moaning in pain, trying to get a grip of myself and save my life somehow, I felt anger. Hatred grew inside me and spread into my body like wildfire. They must have seen something, because they were almost frozen in shock, looking at me. As I got up, dark smoke was emanating from my body and I could feel my eyes burn with malice.

I got up; my leg hurt where the guy kicked me. But I was somewhat alright. I had expected the two to flee upon seeing me literally exuding black smoke. But they couldn’t run, as the ebony mist around their legs held them from moving their feet. As much as they tried to escape, they were stuck, like an animal drowning in tar. The aura of darkness radiating from my body had enclosed the whole bench area in blackness. It was as if we were in the center of a tornado, but this was worse. The vortex of gloom was noiseless, and the silence was heavy upon their ears. They were clearly panicking.

“Scream all you want. Nobody will hear you”, I replied, with a grin on my face. I think I understand now, how my powers work. The key to activating them is emotion. It’s not good that such an experience had to occur, that I could finally learn how to trigger my magic.

“Dude, let us go. We...We’re sorry”, Andrew pleaded.

“Yeah, dude! This was just to scare you. A prank. Just a stupid prank”, the other cried.

“I don’t believe you. That was not what you wanted. No, not really”, I said, as I circled them, stopping near Andrew. I sensed something in him.

“You wanted to beat the crap out of me. I can feel your hatred”, he closed his eyes, he was afraid and nodding “no” with his head. "Yes, you reek of it!", I whispered into his year. Although, I was not referring to hate, but to something else. I think he caught up with my allusions.

“Don’t deny it. I can tell when you lie”, he was emanating untruth.

“But you wanted both things. Didn’t you?”, I asked him. This one was interesting. I knew I had felt something, more than just a desire to beat me up.

“Shut up. You don’t know anything!”, Andrew screamed. Oh yes, he was hiding it well. But not too well, from me.

I felt like I was in control of my powers at that time, and I could even levitate a few centimeters off the ground. That freaked them out even more. The guy who kicked me started to cry. But my attention was still with the one who kissed me, Andrew. 

“What do you really desire?”, I asked him.

“To beat the shit out of you, if I weren’t immobilized”, he answered, angrily.

“Beyond that! What do you want?”, I insisted.

“No!”, he tried to fight my will.

“Do it. Tell me. You know you want to.”

“Shut the fuck up! Shut up!”, he cried.

“Come on, admit it. You wanted the first thing, more than the second.”

“No, that’s not true. Please, leave me be!”

“Be true to the real you. Do it!”

“I wanted to do the things I proposed to do with you”, he finally admitted.

“Go on”, I said, circling him, touching him, feeling him shiver while doing so.

“I wanted to suck you off. I wanted you to give me head.”

“You’re a faggot too? You lying, piece of shit!”, Gabe screamed to his friend.

“You should not talk too much”, I said while looking at him. “I want you to keep quiet”, and he did, as he had no choice.

I have released the hold on Gabe. He wouldn’t touch me anymore, without my consent, so I was safe. While looking at him, an idea came to my mind. The perfect punishment for Gabe.

“Now, go to your friend. Kneel in front of him and show him that you’re sorry for what you had called him. Show him that you don’t hate fags. Suck his cock!”, I ordered, and he obeyed. He didn’t like to do what was about to happen, but he was under my spell. He even tried to resist, but he couldn't. I was the gamemaster and they were my pawns.

Gabe approached his friend and knelt in front of him. He was so close that his nose could touch the flaccid bulge tenting in front of him. He tried to fight against the force which was making his hands drop Andrew's sweatpants. He did not succeed in opposing my will. In front of his face now hung a shaved cock and balls; the dick was slowly starting to grow and harden. It was a thick, banana dick, curving downwards like an inverted umbrella hook-handle. Blue veins protruded and traversed the pulsating, carnal cylinder.

“That’s it. Put your hand over it and make it disappear in your mouth”, I said.

He put his hand over the shaft, pulling down all that foreskin, revealing a juicy, dripping cock head. He opened his mouth and took that beauty in, all of it. He choked and wanted to retract, but I insisted not to. The veins on his neck were swollen, his face was red, his eyes teared up. When he was about to lose his breath, I allowed him to take a break. Just a short one, as he swallowed it whole again, this time it seemed easier. I told him to open his mouth even more so his tongue would lick the balls that were touching his chin. Then he retracted revealing a spit-filled cock.

“Now you have to lick all that spit off of it. We are not sloppy.”

With his tongue out, he licked that cock until it wasn’t spitting shiny at all. He continued to blow the fat dick, while Andrew moaned in pleasure. It didn’t take too much for him to choke on all that hot cum that was shot in his throat. After his friend’s climax, Gabe fell on his back, weeping in shame.

“Now it’s time for you to be played with. It’s reciprocal, of course”, I didn’t want Gabe to be left unfinished. However, I had something else in mind for him. He would cum, obviously, but not the way he would have thought.

“Get up and stop sobbing”, I said as I watched Gabe obeying me.

I looked at Andrew and told him to take down his friend's pants. Doing so we saw that Gabe was not hard. I approached him and put my finger at the base of his balls. As it moved up towards the cock head, it started to grow. His dick was straight, pointing forward like a sword. His foreskin didn’t cover the head while erect, so we were revealed a strawberry-shaped cock head.  His ball sack hung low, even though it was chilly outside. His sack was shaven, but his pubes were trimmed.

“Take his nuts in your palm and give them a light punch”, I ordered Andrew.

“No, please dude, don’t do it”, Gabe pleaded, but it was no use.

My minion, if I could call him that, obeyed and gave his friend a smack to the nuts. When Andrew's fist touched Gabe's testicles, his friend's cock jerked. Gabe moaned due to the pain, then calmed down, after a long pause.

“Do it again!”, I ordered.

Again, Andrew had obeyed and hit his friend in the balls.

“Again! Harder, faster!”, I almost screamed.

The first hit was more powerful than the first two lighter ones. There was no pause in between hits this time, and with each punch, the blows were more and more weighty. From screams of fear and pain, the abused guy had started to moan, as if he was feeling pleasure. Ballbuster Andrew had started to tire from hitting the ball sack, his fist was red and two of his knuckles bled a little. It seems that the nuts are tougher than the fist.

As Andrew continued to punish those balls, his cock got hard again. He released the balls held in his right hand and took his own shaft and started to jerk himself. However, he continued to hit his friend in the testicles, with his left hand. With every hit, Gabe’s breath was faster and deeper, as he was close to orgasm. His friend, Andrew, was already moaning in great pleasure and, with one last, hard hit to the nuts, his cock released a massive shot of cum, followed by others, all over Andrew's face and chest. Gabe fell on the grass and passed out. The ballbuster had come as well, shortly after giving the last blow.

After relieving himself again, I approached Andrew, who was kneeling on the grass, confused, cock still hard, but not rock hard. I leaned toward him and looked into his eyes. He will be okay with his gayness, sometime in the future. But the path to acceptance will be tough for him. As I approached him, I closed in and gave him a kiss on the lips. He didn't respond. After my kiss, I punched him out cold. 

The black vortex had dissipated and things came back to normal. It was still dark outside, and the surrounding area was deserted. 

I left that park as if nothing had happened, leaving the two aggressors, pants down and cocks out, passed out on the grass. They will never know what had really happened. I made sure to twist their memory into thinking they had sucked cocks and hit each other’s balls.

I got home, feeling a bit panicked but also very aroused. I couldn’t get the images of those two cocks out of my head. It was such a waste of good meat, on two ungrateful, homophobes. I should’ve felt guilt and shame for making someone else do my bidding in such a horrible manner. But they would’ve done worse to me. How many innocent gay people got bashed, without doing anything wrong? No, I would not allow myself to feel lousy for what I had done.

I got into the shower to wash. The hot water, pouring on my aching stomach and thigh, made my muscles relax and eased the pain. I would still get some ugly bruises, but they would not be for anybody’s eyes. As I was soaping my body, my hands gave extra attention to my cock and balls. I would play with the cock head until it got too sensitive to endure the pleasurable touch. I would pause, then shortly continue polishing my hard rod. With one hand causing pleasure to my dick and with the other gripping my balls and lightly squeezing them. The mix of pain and pleasure got me moaning. I teased myself for at least half an hour, letting my balls lose from the vise of my fingers while jacking off. I let out five big shots of cum, which dripped from the shower wall before I washed them.

I went to bed and tried to fall asleep before my mind could start feeling bad for having jerked off. It was dreamless.