Where we last left our protagonists, Zeke and Luke had been kidnapped and thrown through a golden ring that formed a portal in the floor outside Zeke's apartment. This chapter contains a lot of plot and setting; chapter 8 will be the next one with a sex scene.
"Why did you bring him?"
"He said no one but the royal spawn."
"He wasn't asleep, and he also said no witnesses."
"Why wasn't he asleep?"
"Fuck if I know."
"Toss him. Nothing he can do now."
I felt myself get pushed, and I was tumbling. I didn't feel like I hit anything, I was just tumbling and falling and rolling and I didn't hear the voices anymore. I couldn't see anything.
"It'll be okay."
This voice was deeper – a deep, rich baritone, deeper even than my voice, and it made my entire body vibrate. I got instantly hard.
"You will have the power when you need it to rescue your prince, but your journey will be long," the rumbling continued. I think I was leaking precum. His voice was like pure sex. I wasn't even listening to the words, my entire body felt the desire to cum. Maybe my entire body was cumming.
Before I could ask what the fuck was going on and if the voice wouldn't mind talking just a little bit more, maybe right near my asshole or my dick, I was tumbling on grass, in a field, in the day.
"Ohhhhhh, not good," I said, as I spat out the green blades that had accidentally entered my mouth. I was up and kneeling but on all fours, spitting out the grass and dirt when I saw something strange. I looked a little more closely at the grass. Were the blades shaped like— no, that's impossible. And yet … I looked more closely.
What the actual fuck. Each blade of grass had two bulbous protrusions right at the ground, the shaft extending from them, and then a flare out near the top before reaching a curved point. They were dicks. Each blade of grass looked like a long dick. And the ones I spit out? They were leaking white fluid where my mouth had cut them.
Did someone slip me something?
I gathered myself stood, choosing to ignore the grass-dicks. I held my had up, shielding my eyes from the sun as I looked around. Amidst the gently rolling hills, I saw few trees, but I also managed to spy a faint path that might take me somewhere useful. Having nothing else to go on, I started to walk towards the path, only then realizing I was wearing nothing but my boxers. Shit.
I was heading north, based on the sun generally behind me and what I assumed the time to be as mid-day. I had no watch nor phone, so I couldn’t call for help. I also didn’t see a cell phone tower, but maybe one was disguised as a tree. I looked hopefully towards some of the trees in the distance and – no. Nope. The trees also resembled dicks. I was not going to touch that one … literally. This was either a very bad yet extremely sexualized drug trip, or I was dreaming.
I walked for at least a half hour – the time based on how many showtunes I could sing in my head – when I saw a long wall appearing over the next rise. I began to walk faster, and I started to be able to make out details. The wall was long, extending to the horizon in either direction. The foot path I was on was leading me to one of several gates that looked to be spaced practically a mile apart. And, there was a river in front of the wall and the gate I was approaching had a drawbridge across it.
I had no idea what was going on. My feet hurt, I was hot, I was only in my boxers, and now it looked like I was in ye olde timey countryside. Surely I would've learned about giant walls and drawbridges in school if they still existed, especially if they were nearby. I also would've thought there'd be a tourist stand or someone trying to push souvenirs. Or giant soft pretzels. My stomach gurgled in agreement.
Compounding the oddities, I walked right over the drawbridge. I tried very, very hard to ignore the fact that the opening looked like a stretched asshole after Pride weekend. Not going there. And, apparently neither was anyone else? I looked around and no one was there. Maybe this was just another hyper-realistic dream: Dreams often lack extras, they focus on the main person and maybe some supporting characters, just like mediocre writing.
If this was a dream … I eagerly looked around for my naked Zeke, maybe I'd finally be able to taste his pole before waking up or switching to another dream. He had been in most of my recent dreams, so he should be here!
Unfortunately, after trying various door handles or knocking on carved animals on walls, no trick levers seemed to be tripped, and Zeke did not appear from behind a wall. Figures.
The cobblestone streets past the walls led to shops on either side. I finally stopped looking for tricks and instead noticed that some of the doors had tacked up paper signs: "CLOSED FOR ROYAL WEDDING"
Maybe that's where everyone was.
I closed my eyes and tried to listen, and I heard what sounded like the indistinct, quiet roar of a distant crowd off to my left. I turned to walk in that direction.
I passed by more shops with closed doors, and then a different style building. I looked up and it had a large triangle above the door. The edges of the triangle just barely touched at their vertices, with the counter-clockwise end tapered to a point, and the clockwise end of each side was thick and rounded, almost bulbous like a head, before each tapered to the thinning, remaining edges. Within the triangle sat a simple circle.
I wondered what it, my hand behind my head absent-mindedly rubbing the back of my head and not realizing how exposed I was.
Suddenly, the door to the building opened quietly and a man maybe 5' 6" poked his head out, looked around, saw me, and gestured with his hand to come inside with some urgency.
I couldn't think of any good reason to go, but I couldn't think of any good reason not to go. Therefore, my default position was to maintain the status quo and I stood where I was. The man saw I didn't move, and he then called out in a hushed voice, "Luke!"
That got my attention. How did he know my name? That seemed like as good a reason as any to follow him in, and as I passed through the door, the air shimmered iridescently around me, and my whole body tingled. I heard those doors close behind me, and I heard what sounded like other doors throughout the building close.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Nothing. You're here just in time. Right on time. Just like you're supposed to be."
"No, seriously man. What the fuck is going on? Who are you? How do you know my name? What is this place? Where am I? What royal wedding is this? Where's Zeke? What are–" I looked behind me and saw the door handles, "–Why is everything made of dicks and butts here? What—"
He cut me off by raising his hand. "I know you have a lot of questions. I can't answer all of them, I only know what … he … told me to tell you. But first, uh …" he looked me up and down. "Do you want some clothes? I didn't realize you would be so … naked."
I closed my eyes and sighed. "Yes," I replied. I chose to ignore the man's obvious – and large – erection that was poking through his blue robes, robes that had golden cords tying the garments together, though apparently leaving the crotch with easy access. I gotta hand it to him, though, for a man who looked like he was in his 60s, a healthy erection at weird times was impressive.
He walked to the back of the building, his footsteps echoing from the stone floor through the high ceiling – extremely high ceiling … higher than it should be based on the outside. Come to think of it, the inside itself looked a lot larger than it did from the street. It was as if the building was smaller on the outside than in the inside.
"Here we go," he announced, pulling relatively little cloth out of a bin. He handed it to me and I looked at the material.
The first piece seemed like cotton and was a forest green color; unfolding it, it was an open vest with little brass-colored buttons that might be able to close around my torso, but at least it was wider at the bottom so I could close it there and not be prancing around baring my torso for everyone to see like I was now. It was also long enough to not act like a crop top, something for which I was thankful. The pants – if you could call them that – were sheer, olive-green leggings that would leave nothing to the imagination. He also handed me two brown boots.
"Uh, anything else? Like, if it gets cold? Or, to wear under the pants?"
The man looked at me, not seeming to understand.
"Fuck it," I thought, then said, "Fine," and I looked around for some place away from prying eyes to remove my boxers. Seeing nothing, I looked at the man expectantly.
He looked back at me, also expectantly.
After mutual staring, I finally asked, "Could you, um, turn around, while I change?"
"Oh! Yes. He said you might be a bit odd," the man replied but in a voice that sounded like he was simply narrating his thoughts. All the same, he turned around.
I looked at my green and white (shudder) grass-stained boxers and stripped them off, freeing my long, dangling – that wasn't right. Had my dick grown? "Gah!" my neck burned for a moment and I slammed my hand back there, wincing. Did something just sting or bite me?
My exclamation caused the man to turn around and asked, "Are you okay?" He seemed completely unbothered by my nakedness but rather genuinely concerned.
The pain in my neck was ebbing, so I responded, "Yeah, I guess." I rubbed it a bit more, then realized he was staring at me expectantly while I was giving him the full Monty. "Shit!" I exclaimed, moving my hand to cover myself.
The man looked at me and raised his eyebrow, almost as though he thought it humorous. All the same, he turned around. I quickly pulled the leggings up and over my big dick and bubble booty, put on the tunic, and I pulled it tight in the waist area and buttoned the bottom two buttons to keep it closed. It still showed way too much of my skinny torso and chest for my liking, but it seemed like the only option for now. I then stepped into the boots. They had no fasteners but seemed to fit snugly enough without inducing my claustrophobia.
"Okay, I'm done."
He turned around and his eyes opened wide. "Wow, I didn't expect– I mean, he didn't look– err, okay, right. Where were we?"
"Just tell me where I am?" I replied, exasperated at this entire fucked up situation. My ass was starting to itch in these leggings, I really hoped I wasn't allergic to something.
"You're in Himsl'nd."
"Hims Land?"
"Tomayto, tahmahto. But yes, Himsl'nd. This city is Himst'n."
"Hims Town?" I asked, incredulously, raising my eyebrows.
"Again, yes, depending on your accent."
This was ridiculous. It was as though whoever founded this area was completely out of any good ideas but wanted to emphasize MEN.
He continued as though nothing was weird. "My name is Aaron, I am a devotee of Ярило, the god of fertility, and this is his temple in Himst'n." He muttered more to himself, "He said you wouldn't know anything of this world, but really? …"
Then to me, after taking a deep breath: "This realm was made by the four great gods: Ярило, μερος, Asmodeus, and the greatest of them all, 兔兒神 [Jarylo, Himeros, Asmodeus, and Tu'er Shen]. Together, they formed our world. Himeros spoke of his desire for this world to be, and it was. Jarylo spoke of how he wished the world were fertile with life, and the creatures and plants were spoken into being. Asmodeus spoke of his lust, and all things desired love and life, with a twist of perversion which became the way of things, the interplay of lust and perversion, fueled by desire and the need to keep the world fertile with life. Tu'er Shen looked upon it all and spoke of his love of the male form, and men became the only creatures in this land: They desired each other, lusted after a peaceful life with each other, and made fertile the land.
"Jarylo, Himeros, Asmodeus, and Tu'er Shen worked together to ensure all in this world was harmonious. Then, they left. We maintain their symbols in our worship, the triangle representing the first three, and the circle in the center representing Tu'er Shen who binds us together.
"The Ancients said that the gods left some of their power behind – hidden – and that only True devotees can find and wield it. But, the Ancients are no longer here, and their doctrines could become muddled over the years."
I heard a commotion outside, but since Aaron ignored it, so did I. It sounded like people angrily shouting.
"I fear that someone who was not worthy found the power of one of the gods and is using it on this land to bend everyone to his will.
"That is what is going on today: The royal wedding between Fornondag and Zeke—"
"ZEKE!" I screamed. My deep yell echoed across the large stone walls.
"Yes. Zeke is the rightful ruler and heir to the King of Himsl'nd, and the wedding with Fornondag would cement the latter's power over this realm. But you– you are the hero of legend, the one from another world who can wield the power of the gods to defeat Fornondag."
I wasn't listening anymore. This was insane. There was no way this guy could know all this and it was so ludicrous it must be made up. Nothing about this made any sense.
I looked around, exasperated, gesticulating at nothing and everything. I felt a tingling sensation at the base of my head, working its way forward, and a wave of feeling like a deep orgasm washed over me. My knees buckled slightly and I calmed down, momentarily distracted.
Seeing I had calmed, he continued. "Where was I? Oh, right. How do I know your name? I can't tell you. You and I will find that out later-before. I think that covers all the questions you asked."
"Fucking hell," I sat down on the cold, stone floor, and I looked down at it, thinking … I don't know what. Thinking but not thinking at the same time. "Don't think is like saying 'don't picture a purple elephant,'" I thought bitterly.
"Oh, right, speaking of that: This land is highly sexualized compared to yours due to the direct influences the gods set in motion eons ago."
The commotion outside grew louder, and then I heard banging at the door and looked up, startled.
"We don't have a lot of time," Aaron spoke, suddenly in a hurried voice. He reached up and pulled a long, wooden staff out of … nowhere? He aimed it at the door and the air warbled between the staff and the door. Thick branches grew, working to reinforce the door and prevent entry for at least a while longer.
"Quick, this way!" he grabbed my arm and pulled, and I numbly followed him.
"What is going on?" I asked as we stopped in front of a large, vast wall in the back of the temple.
"Fornondag knows you're here and who you are. His guards are after you!" Aaron replied.
The wall in front of us held seven statues of males, their stone penises erect and facing proudly outwards. They were huge! I felt an urge welling up inside of me, I felt like I needed to be bred by those dicks. The itching on my ass zoomed to focus in on my hole. To feel those giant dicks inside me, absorb their cum, breed my hole, sow their wild oats into my being, to—
I felt a sharp pain at the base of my neck like I'd been bitten again. Hopefully these bugs didn't carry disease like malaria or West Nile? I heard that was a thing still. The urge to be bred by those dicks – or any dicks – had calmed to a dull throb. The itch in my hole was now manageable, but I still felt my ass clench. My dick was saluting the statues. Arg! Now was really not the time!
I realized that instead of touching the penises – or mounting them – Aaron had reached up and rubbed their nipples. Fourteen nipples he went back-and-forth between, and I realized he was doing them in a certain order. When he finished the fourth statue's left nipple, I heard a low rumble and the sixth statue moved aside, showing me a tunnel.
"Run!" he pushed me. "I'll hold them off. My brother in service of the gods will be at the end of the tunnel. He can help you in your journey, taking the next step: Back. You are the one we need, the one who can wield the power of the gods, the one who can save us from Fornondag, and save our King, Zeke!"
I heard a crash reverberate through the temple.
"It's breached. RUN!" he exclaimed as he pushed me harder. I stumbled into the tunnel and the statue moved back into place behind me, leaving me with only one place to go.
Long Author's Post Script: I suspect some of you now know from where a lot of inspiration for this story came. Especially given that Fornondag is an anagram, the first letters of the names of the protagonists, and the triangle symbol. For those who don't recognize it, that's perfectly fine, too! But for those who do, you'll start to see a lot of parallels between that inspiration and what my gay, horny mind can think of.
I also realize there's not been much sex. Really, any, since Chapter 1. That's coming. I promise. In chapter 8 (already written!). Hopefully the story has been enough to carry you. This story is not meant to get you off, it's meant to be erotica in the sense that there's open talk about sex and sexuality, lust, desire, perversion, and – yes – some sex scenes. But this is not a wank story.
It is also a looooong story. You just finished reading Chapter 6 and we're finally almost through the opening act.
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