Pure Imagination

Malcolm ran a finger tip across Michael’s shoulder, down his chest, around the hard bud of his nipple then over his firm, flat stomach before coming to a halt when he touched the beginning of the soft bush at the base of the rigid, flexing, beautiful cock he was so looking forward to tasting.

‘Are you okay with this? Before I continue, I need to hear you tell me that you are okay with this.’ For someone so usually erudite and confident with his words and thought processes, Malcolm found he was struggling with the stirring, unsettled emotions caused by the attractive man in front of him. He involuntarily held his breath as he waited to hear Michael’s response. He felt himself relaxing when a smile lit up his lovers face. He watched as Michael raised his hands and firmly placed them on his shoulders, having to stretch to reach given that Malcolm’s rebirth made him a good four inches taller than he was. He responded to the slight tug Michael gave him and lowered his face until Michael could touch their lips together for a brief kiss that dispelled all of Malcolm’s concerns. Michael raised a hand to cup the handsome face and brought their foreheads together. Inhaling the strong, testosterone fuelled scent that filled his nostrils and coursed through his body straight to his straining dick, Michael spoke clearly, his words full of confidence and longing.

‘I have loved women all my life Malcolm. I think I still could. But something…… something unexplainable is telling me to allow myself to love you. That this moment is what I have spent my life waiting for.’ He chuckled, ‘It’s funny to think how much I want this. How much I need this … need you.’ He paused and tenderly kissed Malcolm’s soft full lips. ‘You and I together, as lovers and friends, is right Malcolm. All I ask, as this is my first time with a man, is that you take things slowly and don’t split me in two with this baseball bat you call a cock.’ His free hand weighed Malcolm’s huge bulge, gently squeezing the heavy balls, making the wizard groan and shudder in pleasurable anticipation. Unable to hold back any longer, Malcolm scooped Michael up in his arms, and carried him like a groom would his new bride over to a small wood built cottage standing beside the silver stream that seemed to sing with melodic splashes and sparkling tinkles mirroring the joy the two men felt.

Once over the threshold, Malcolm playfully threw Michael onto one of the biggest beds he had ever seen. ‘Wow. So exactly how big a bed does one sex god need?’

Malcolm laughed. ‘A good carpenter needs a good workbench.’

Michael lay back and taking hold of his pulsing erection, provocatively rolled his foreskin back and forth over the shiny purple crown. ‘I take it this carpenter is good with his hands? That he knows what to do with a solid wood?’ He watched, his breathing become more and more ragged as Malcolm smiled lecherously at him, climbed ono the bed and crawled towards him on his hands and knees.

* * * *

The Murnchnik was fuming with anger and frustration. His plan to capture Michael had gone hideously wrong and had resulted in the premature release of his glass shard attack. Even though millions of souls had been claimed by the dark evil of the shards and equal numbers had died hideously cruel and painful deaths because of them, the Creature standing atop of Harding Tower in the heart of Britain’s capital was a seething mass of destructive energy. It didn’t help the Murnchnik’s mood that Malcolm had been successfully reborn, regenerated into an entity almost as powerful in his own right as himself. Two Guardians had been trouble enough. He knew that three of them, combining the three elemental forces of air, earth and water could be enough to defeat him. His hatred of Michael given his escape and recovery fed his desire for retribution like dry wood does a raging fire. His final humiliation was his inability to find the newly youthful Malcolm and his human plaything. They had suddenly disappeared and it was driving him mad. His twisted mind could come up with no reasons why the third Guardian would want to spend time with the weak, damaged man he had come so close to destroying. Love was a concept the hate filled monster was unable to comprehend. Tenderness and the desire to please someone other than oneself was alien to the writhing, foul smelling abomination pouring hatred and destruction into the atmosphere.

While failing to capture and destroy Michael, the Murnchnik had found himself in procession of his Lordship’s lacky. Julian had been trapped in the lift once the doors had slammed shut separating him from his boss. He had cowered in fear as he heard the ferocious sounds of battle that assailed his ears until, with an ear-splitting roar, the very air itself was rent asunder and he passed out. When he came to he found himself in a sterile, startlingly white room unable to move anything apart from his hands, feet and eyes. He could feel a breeze blowing over his body that brought his attention to the fact he was naked and strapped to some sort of table. He lay still, desperately trying to hear something, anything. The thump, thump, thump of his heart echoing in his head was all the sound he could find. Shivering with fear he had no notion of time. Had he been awake minutes or hours? Had he been strapped to the table for days or weeks? He came to the conclusion he couldn’t have been there too long as he was only just beginning to feel hungry. Food however was the least of his worries. His bladder was painfully full, so full and uncomfortable that it was pressing down, forcing blood into his penis that as a result began to harden. Sweat broke out on his forehead and ran into his eyes making them sting.

His whole being was focussed on his need to piss, so when a door in the pure white wall to his right opened and a dark, muscular figure entered he didn’t see it until a hand pressed down on his aching bladder forcing it to release its acrid smelling contents all over his abdomen, thighs and crotch. His body stiffened in fear as the hand released its pressure on his bladder and began to trace back and forth across his torso.

* * * *

Michael was forcing himself to breathe deeply and evenly as he fought to prevent his over stimulated cock from exploding. Malcolm had spent what felt like an eternity gently brushing his finger tips over every available inch of his body bringing him to a state of almost painful ecstasy. His senses had been heightened to the point where the slightest touch had him crying out and writhing in tortuous pleasure. Malcolm had refused to allow him to lay a finger on him, making him concentrate on himself, on his own physical and emotional responses to his ministrations. Occasionally he would invade Michael’s mouth with his probing, insistent tongue. Even less often he would run a finger up the thick stem of Michael’s erection from balls to tip, eliciting screams of passion and want from him. Any pre-cum dripping onto the prone man’s stomach was quickly lapped up with a groan of delight rumbling from the mighty wizard as the taste of his lover invaded his senses. The smell of sex coming from the two of them was thick and heavy, drowning the hidden island in it’s magic.

* * * *

At first the smooth, gentle stokes of fingers across his exposed body brought Julian to a heightened state of arousal. An involuntary cry of pleasure filled the room when the hand finally travelled to his sex and wrapped itself around him, slowly pulling his foreskin back and forth over the tender head. Unable to move due to the straps holding him down, Julian panted in frustration and pleasure. The hand holding his leaking manhood began to squeeze tighter, harder. Pain replaced pleasure. Cries of agony and anguish tore from Julian’s throat. Tears spilled from his bulging eyes. Every muscle in his body strained and fought against his restraints. The relief he felt when his cock was released was short lived as the hand returned to stroking across his body, but this time the soft, almost tender ministrations he had experienced earlier were replaced by the sharp, shearing pain of razor like claws slicing into his vulnerable flesh. Each cut was just deep enough to draw beads of bright red blood and the Murnchnik felt himself becoming hard as he inhaled  both the smell of Julian’s fear and that of the life giving liquid that began to drip, drip, drip from his victim’s tortured body.

* * * *

Just when he thought the pleasure could get no greater, Michael screamed with a passion and lust previously unknown to him as the head of his pulsing, straining, impossibly hard cock was enveloped in the silky heat of Malcolm’s mouth. His lovers tongue swirled and lapped across and round his smooth, ultrasensitive helmet. He grasped Malcolm’s thick hair in his hands, twisting it a little more than gently as he tried to force him further down his shaft, only to have the bigger, stronger man resist his urgings with ease and take his hard, heavy, churning balls in his hands, gently rolling and squeezing them as the frenetic attack on his glans increased in intensity. Michael begged Malcolm to give him release. His body writhed as he attempted to thrust his hips up. His hands released Malcolm’s hair and grasped at the sheet on which he lay balling it up in his fists as he felt the achingly sweet beginnings of orgasm begin to build at the base of his spine. The mouth on his cock began to fuck up and down his shaft. His bulbous head pushed further and further down Malcom’s relaxed yet clasping throat. A finger played at the entrance to his man-cunt. The tingle of anticipated release spread up his back bone, down his threshing legs, into his straining arms. He felt his already too hard penis become even harder and just when he thought he could take no more, the playful finger plunged into his tight anus, found his magic button of pleasure and pressed. Every tingle, every straining fibre, every pleasure sensor in his body came together and rushed through him like an unstoppable wave. It paused at his tightening balls then flew up his harder than hard shaft before exploding with the most powerful jet of scalding man juice he had ever experienced. Malcolm held him in his mouth and swallowed almost every sweet drop of his man’s nectar with only the smallest trickle escaping to run down his chin. Once he was certain he had drained Michael of all the cum he was able to produce, Malcolm moved up the quivering body and gently kissed the swollen lips of his lover. Coming to his senses, Michael began to return the kiss, licking the escaped cum from the chin of the man he now knew he couldn’t live without and pushed his hand into the straining white briefs that amazingly were still managing to contain Malcolm’s huge cock.

* * * *

Time and time again, Julian felt his skin being sliced into until he was a blood covered mess of ragged flesh. Each time he began to welcome the dark blanket of death, knowing his suffering and pain would end, the Evil that was taking such immense pleasure torturing him would cast a healing spell across the ravaged contours of his body and a great heat would engulf him as the spell repaired all the damage done. Free from pain he would begin to relax. The first time he had been healed he had allowed a sigh of relief to shudder from his mouth only for it to be replaced with screams of agony as the Murnchnik started again to inflict pain. Each time the process was the same. A circle of feelings and emotions. Firstly tenderness as the foul creature holding him captive caressed him, teased him almost to orgasm, then just as relief was about to engulf him, sudden, violent pain was inflicted. This heralded stage two of his torture. Bit by bit his body was shredded and slashed. More and more blood dripped onto the pristine white floor. Then, just when death would be a gift, a violent heat filled him to his core and when it cooled he was once more whole and undamaged. His mind was another matter. It remembered every touch, every cut, every millimetre of pain he had endured. Part by part, his brain began to shut down.

* * * *

Michael released Malcolm’s more than impressive penis from the tight underwear. He couldn’t suppress a gasp born from a mixture of nerves and wonder that anyone could own such a frighteningly beautiful manhood. Not only was the tool in front of him longer than any he had seen in magazines or in porn videos, it was matched by its thickness, so thick that as he took hold of it Michael was forced to use two hands to circle the base. Malcolm’s body was totally smooth, his lack of pubic hair making his cock look even more impressive. A thick, pulsing vein ran the length of the throbbing shaft. A soft, fleshy foreskin encased the plum like glans that shone with precum as Michael slowly pulled the protective skin back. Leaning forward he brought his face to within a centimetre of the magnificent column. He took a moment to breathe in Malcolm’s unique smell. It was musky, full of woodland and spice. He allowed the sense of his lover to permeate his entire being, smiling to himself as he felt his own soft penis fill out and harden. Malcolm’s scent intoxicated him, made him want to pleasure him, to show him physically how much he loved him. He watched in fascination as a bead of semen escaped from the eye of the phallus he was about to worship. Seeing it slowly run down the velvety hard shaft he took it as his cue to move closer, extend his tongue and capture the run away cum. Electric-like tingles danced across his lips as his tongue began the long journey from thick base to leaking crown. Malcolm groaned in relief as he released the breath he had been holding since Michael had taken hold of his cock. He cried out in passion when the tongue finally reached his tender helmet and licked and swirled across and round it gathering all the cum that it could find. Michael’s whole body was buzzing with pleasure and lust as the taste of his man filled him. It was the most natural thing in the world to open his mouth wide to take as much of his partner’s sex into it as he could. His jaw strained and ached but he didn’t care. The heady combination of the feel, smell and taste of his first and only man drove him on. His tongue curled around the edge of the smooth glans, working into and under the foreskin. His teeth gently nibbled at that oh so sensitive spot underneath the purple plum where skin joined with glans. Malcolm roared in ecstasy. Releasing the crown, Michael began to lick, suck, nip and bite his way down the flexing fuck-rod until he came to the sack containing the big heavy balls that held the very essence of his man. He ran his fingers over the tight, crinkled skin, forcing more groans and whimpers from the god he worshipped. His tongue trailed over the hot sack, pungent with the smell and taste of his man, allowing him to absorb even more of Malcolm’s sweet, musky sweat. He couldn’t stop his eyes rolling back into their sockets as the strength of Malcolm’s manly taste overpowered him.

As one hand continued to knead and roll the roiling balls, Michael moved his other to the thick shaft and with a determined, regular beat, began to stroke the loose foreskin back and forth over the copiously leaking crown. Malcolm knew he was close to exploding and with one swift movement he turned Michael over, face down on the bed. Grabbing the prone man’s hips he lifted them until Michael was quite literally face down arse up, his legs spread wide allowing the muscular magician full and easy access to the warm, moist centre of the cock achingly fuckable crack. Malcolm ran a finger down the exposed man-cunt, top to bottom, then back up again. Michael pushed back, spreading his taught buttocks even further apart. Unable to contain himself any longer, Malcolm pushed his face between the gorgeous, firm mounds of muscle and lapped hungrily at the sweet pink bud at the centre.

* * * *

The heat repaired his battered body once more but this time there was no tender stroking that would lead to the inevitable pain. Julian lay tense, not breathing, desperately listening for any sound that might hint at what was to come next. He heard a deep chuckle that made his gut clench in fear, then a click. The table beneath him began to move. First it folded in the middle forcing his legs up and head back, then he felt the part of the table his legs were fastened to split from foot to buttock as his legs were pushed wider and wider apart. It clicked into place leaving Julian’s virgin anus exposed and available to the monster that moved towards it. Unable to see anything, Julian began to panic, throwing himself about, desperately trying to free himself. He knew what was coming and he was terrified. This wouldn’t be a simple rape of his hitherto unused arse, whatever the Murnchnik had planned would be more than he could ever imagine. He began to cry. Through his sobs he begged for release. ‘I’ll do anything, anything. Please don’t hurt me anymore.’ His anguished pleas were cut short when he felt something cold and solid being pressed against his tight ring. He realised that some sort of very slimy lubricant was being pushed into him and around the Murnchnik’s target. A silent scream, heard only in his head, filled his conscious as the implement being used to lubricate him was pushed, mercilessly into his protesting channel. The cold tube was forced further and further into him only coming to a stop when something that he guessed was a disc at its base came to rest against his screamingly painful anus.

Warmth began to replace the cold as the tube, so deeply implanted into his innocent fuck chute drew heat from his shaking body. The pain he was feeling began to ease as he became accustomed to the thing inside him. A pulse of energy flexed from the metal tube coaxing a moan of pleasure from him. The pulse was repeated again and again each time more powerful and closer to the one previous until the object was vibrating madly sending Julian delirious from the sensations it released. His fuck-tunnel was super sensitive, his prostate so stimulated and out of control that a constant stream of clear precum was pouring from the tortured man’s flaccid cock. What had begun as pleasure soon became pain and when the Murnchnik began to repeatedly pull the metal tube out only to thrust it back into him, Julian’s screams were no longer silent. Harder and harder. Faster and faster the vibrating metal dildo destroyed the frail human’s passage.

Suddenly everything stopped and Julian was left feeling empty, hollow, totally defeated.

* * * *

Malcolm licked and thrust his tongue over and into Michael’s eager man-pussy. The more he was tongued and eaten out, the more he wanted to feel Malcolm inside him. ‘Fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me. Need you…  arghhhhh, yes, oh god… fuuuuccckkkkkkk…….’

Michael became incoherent bringing a huge smile to the face of the man so determined to bring him more pleasure than he thought possible. Malcolm stood, flipped Michael onto his back then held Michael’s legs wide, one in each hand. He brought the end of his dripping cock up against the twitching muscle he had been so enthusiastically eating. He moved his hips back and forth, round and round, mixing his thick, slick cock juice with the copious amount of spit he had already coated the virgin hole with. With each circling of his hips, every push forward, he increased the pressure he was applying, till with an ease that surprised them both, the massive bulbous head of his huge fuck stick pushed through Michael’s inviting barrier and with an audible moan from each of them came to rest snuggly buried inside his lover’s arse. Michael’s moan was followed by gasps and ragged breathing as slowly, inexorably, Malcolm pushed more and more of his tumescent cock into the warm, silky sheath surrounding it. The pain and discomfort was almost too much for Michael and he was close to telling Malcolm to stop when the hard, unforgiving monster invading his arse brushed against, then over his love button, sending tremors of pleasure cascading through him. The deeper Malcolm went, the more he stimulated Michael’s sensitive prostate. Warmth, desire, lust – he didn’t care what it was. All Michael knew was that for the first time in his life he felt whole, complete. The massiveness of Malcolm fitted him perfectly. His flexing, rippling, contracting fuck tunnel felt incredible. The heat and pulse coming from the invading cock urged him to push back wanting more until Malcolm’s smooth, hairless cock root came to rest against his burning ring.

‘That’s it baby. That’s all of me.’ There was wonder in Malcolm’s voice. ‘You beautiful man, you’ve taken all of me.’

* * * *

The relief and emptiness Julian felt when the metal dildo was removed from his battered boy – pussy was short lived. The table began to move again, forcing his legs wider, pushing his arse higher. He felt more lubricant being pored into his gaping hole followed by a finger plunging into him that hooked and stabbed at his tender prostate. He was unable to stifle the groan of pleasure that escaped his lips. He belonged to his torturer now and wanted nothing more than to please him. Another finger joined the first one, then another and another, until, with a wail of ecstatic pain he took the Murnchnik’s entire human hand into his grasping cunt. His tormentor pushed deep into him, twisting his fist round and round in the hot, wet channel. With his other hand he wrapped a finger and thumb round the writhing man’s balls and pulled. Harder and harder, further and further he stretched Julian’s ball sac before taking the agonised orbs into his mouth and chewing down on them hard enough to be uncomfortable but not so hard that his toy didn’t want him to continue. The Murnchnik had become a master at edging his victims towards orgasm using pain and fear. His own pleasure soared the further he took his plaything along the path of tortuous destruction. Julian was the best yet. None of his previous pathetically weak conquests had lasted as long as the young man he was currently fist fucking, and he could sense that the panting, bucking handsome man he had intended to rip apart as he orgasmed was worth retaining and training. A cynical smile split his lips at the thought of making His Lordships lacky into his desperate sex slave.

Pressing buttons on the remote that controlled the table to which Julian was strapped, he lowered the whole thing closer to the ground until it was level with his engorged penis. The helmet of his fearsome looking tool was shaped like a barbed arrow head. It sat atop a long, thickly ridged shaft that the Murnchnik could expand and contract at will. On previous occasions, as he grew tired with the weaklings he had taken he had thrust himself deep into them, expanded his shaft until the man-cunt entrance had split then released the searingly sharp horned barbs that formed an integral part of his monstrous tool. As much as a reproductive organ, his cock was the ultimate weapon, ripping and tearing his lover from the inside, bringing the strongest, deadliest climax that ended the life under him.

Julian interested him. His reaction to the torture had been unique. The more pain he suffered, the more his body demanded. The once soft, useless cock was now steel hard and leaking precum non-stop. Sounds of desire and wanton lust poured from Julian’s gasping mouth and despite the restraints holding him still he was managing to push down on the fist being pumped so violently into his hungry arse. He cried out for more when the monster abusing him withdrew his arm and fist, then shouted with triumph when it plunged it’s massively thick, horrendously long cock deep into him. The journey of the monster’s alien phallus was eternal. Deeper and deeper it burrowed until the coarse wire like hair at it’s base smashed against his wide spread butt-crack. Sweat was pouring off the panting human as the monster began a long, slow withdrawal of it’s fuck tool only to thrust it back into the depths of his welcoming gut. The Murnchnik began a regular, cunt wrecking pistoning. Amazement filled his thoughts as he watched himself fuck the writhing form under him. He had never drawn pleasure from the hateful sex he had inflicted on others. Pain and horror was all he knew. This fuck was different. This fuck felt good in that his straining cock was experiencing feelings and sensations unknown to it until now. These feelings registered in his brain as things he wanted to experience again and again. He could feel his climax approaching, something he had not managed with his previous conquests. The only orgasms he had experienced were when he masturbated. He had always been too focused on the pain filled, climatic death of his prey to even think about deriving physical and emotional release for himself. Julian had awakened a need in him.

His body tingled, ached, throbbed. Without thinking about it, he wrapped his huge ugly hand round the slim, long pole that jutted from the centre of Julian’s crotch and began to fondle and manipulate it. In seconds, a shout of relief filled the room and rope after rope of hot white cum flew into the air as the man he pleasured reached the pinnacle of sexual fulfilment. At the same time the slick, smooth ass he was reaming so perfectly clamped down on him taking him over the cliff edge. The massive cock thickened, lengthened and finally released a scalding stream of thick, gloopy semen that coated the walls of the trembling channel he was buried in. Jet after jet filled Julian’s gut until he could hold no more and it began to pour out of him with every withdrawal of his masters cock.

* * * *

Malcolm stayed still, motionless, as he waited for his lover to get used to  the size of the cock buried to the hilt in his warm, welcoming arse. Once Michael’s breathing had evened out and his eyes opened to look steadily at Malcolm, the mage brought his hand to the prone man’s once hard penis that had rapidly deflated as the thick, twelve inch cock of his man pushed into his tight, virgin hole. Gently wrapping his fingers round the flaccid cock he began to wank the foreskin back and forth. He could feel the softness begin to plump up. Soon it was too big and hard for his fingers to meet as he increased the speed and pressure of his hand. As soon as Michael began to move under him, responding to the delicious sensations flooding into his body from Malcolm’s expert manipulation of his rock hard cock, his big lover started to rock back and forth imperceptivity moving his pulsing tool deep inside Michael’s silky channel.

Gently, gradually the magical tumescence stroking his insides picked up speed and depth. Hands grabbed hold of his hard chest, fingers took purchase on his sensitive nipples and pulled and twisted. The pleasure of the pain inflicted sped straight to his rapidly relaxing man-cunt allowing Malcolm easier, harder access. He reached up to Malcolm’s head and taking hold of his soft, long hair, pulled his face down to his. Lips mashed together. Tongues fought for dominance until Michael gave in and opened himself fully to his sexy, beautiful lover. The full length of Malcolm’s magnificent cock moved out then in, out then in, out, in, out, in. His grip on Michael’s muscular chest increased. He desperately fought to hold back the climax he could feel boiling in his heavy balls. Just when he thought he would have to surrender to his body’s desires, Michael shouted long and loud as, untouched by either man’s hand his cock jumped and flexed throwing his cum over them both. The contraction of the channel he was stroking was all it took for Malcolm to lose control. Slam, slam, slam. Then with a roar of agonisingly blissful release his life giving juice churned eagerly up his pulsing shaft before, with thick spurt after thick spurt he coated his lover’s insides. So much cream was produced as he continued to slam in and out that at the bottom of each powerful forward thrust, his hot jizz was splatted between them, mixing on their bodies with the heavy load just released by the man he filled to capacity.  

Drained and exhausted, the two men fell back onto the bed holding tight to each other. Malcolm’s impressive cock stayed hard enough to remain inside the gut of his partner, whose head rested comfortably on his chest. Arms wrapped securely round each other, they fell into that blissful sleep only lovers experience when fully, beautifully sated.

* * * *

Julian woke from a nightmare where he had been tortured beyond anything he thought he could have endured. His bed was soft and warm, the thick duvet forming a protective cocoon round him. He raised his head from the pillow and opened his eyes. Why was it so bloody bright? Had he fallen asleep with the light on? With a jolt his memory returned. He cried out in suppressed pain, his plaintive wails echoing round and round the huge room he found himself in. He was silenced by the double doors directly in front of him being thrown open with a loud crash. Fear filled his panicked eyes. ‘NOOOOOOOO’. His plea sounded unworldly. Sobs wracked his bruised body. He desperately grabbed a pillow and held it tight against his chest. The man who stood at the foot of the bed smiled. Red eyes burned into Julian’s soul.

‘Good morning my pet. I trust you slept well?’