I followed the passageway, thankful for what little clothes I had been given, and certainly for the shoes. It was a fairly straight tunnel, so I went gayly forward and hoped the old man knew what he was talking about.
I kept walking. And walking. And walking. By now figured I was either well beyond the city walls or so deep into the city that if I emerged I'd be surrounded by people. As before, based on the showtunes I got through in my head, I estimated I was walking for at least 20 minutes – about a mile of tunnel – before I was abruptly stopped by a wooden door. It was your basic, medieval wooden door, complete with iron bars to keep the wood together, large rivets, and a big, circular iron handle. There was just enough light seeping through that I could make that out and so I grasped the handle and pushed.
Feeling like I was entering the school for the gifted, I stopped pushing and pulled instead. The door slowly, heavily opened and revealed the interior of a building that looked similar to the temple I had left. I walked out of the tunnel, and the air shimmered iridescently around me as I crossed the threshold, my whole body tingling, and I felt an immediate sensation of lust fill me. And, if kinky could be a sensation, I felt that too: Maybe here, kinky was some perverse sensation I could feel.
There was soft music playing but I saw neither a sound system nor musicians. Tall, Corinthian columns reached along the walls, continuing up farther than I could see. The floor was marble, while the walls were cobbled stone. I walked around slowly, looking for anyone – anything – that could help me or tell me what the actual fuck was going on. Even as I wandered, I kept the door in sight, while candles around me flickered as if a light wind was blowing on a cold, dark winter's night.
"Hello, Luke."
I heard a soft, masculine voice behind me and I swear I jumped several feet in the air.
"What the fuck!?" I exclaimed, turning around.
Behind me – now in front of me – stood another man who looked similar to Aaron, but he was dressed in red robes with golden cords tying the garments together.
"I'm sorry to startle you. We have very little time, so you need to go to when you did. The Temple of Ярилоhas fallen, and it is only a matter of time before they take this Temple of Asmodeus. I am sorry that I do not have time to explain anything else to you, hopefully my brother in service to the gods told you enough. I must send you back. You do not have the tools nor skills to defeat Fornondag and rescue King Zeke—"
"Why is everyone calling him a king!? He's just a guy. A very straight guy who wouldn't be marrying a guy. He's not royalty, we both grew up in the foster system. We're no one. No parents. No nothing. Not from Himsland, from Hicksville! How does everyone know who he is?!
"And if the other Temple 'has fallen,' then why would you send me back there?! Or wait– send me back to Zeke's apartment? Can you send me home? With Zeke? We can just leave you all and get back to our own shitty lives?"
The man looked at me. "I wish I had time to explain, but Fornondag would not be doing this if your friend was not our long-lost prince and now king, hidden away when he was a baby. Fornondag's trackers would have used a sensing stone to ensure he was royalty before taking him. Now, please, stand over there," he gestured to a spot on the floor that looked like a spiral.
This was fucked up.
I went over to the spiral and stood in the middle and looked down. It might have been a spiral, but it was one made from an orgy of men. Men sucking, fucking, licking, kissing, having dildoes shoved in holes, one had nipple clamps one, another was being flogged … I started to get hard again, my dick straining at these goddamn thin leggings, as feelings of kinky lust filled me like I wanted my hole filled and—
"Here, take this," he reached up, distracting me, and he plucked from nowhere a tin whistle that looked way too much like a dick. "You know how to play this?"
I nodded. I wasn't sure if he meant the tin whistle or a dick, but I was pretty good at either.
"Now, play A-C-B-A-E-D. It will carry you back through time so you can save us all and rescue your Prince Zeke in the present."
"You're shitting me."
We both heard banging and he jerked his head, looking towards the door that I had come through. "Just do it!" he yelled. "It will take them awhile to get through that door, and the lust of Asmodeus will help keep them at bay a little while longer," he said as he grabbed a staff from nowhere and aimed it at the door.
"Play the notes!" he yelled.
I shook my head, not knowing what to think. I stuck the cockhead of the tin whistle in my mouth and I swear it tasted a little like a dick. I played the notes. The sound was not like the whistles I was used to, it was lower, more resonant, and I had a vague recollection of recently hearing a melody that sounded as though it emanated from a similar instrument. It was so resonant now that the last note held long after I had finished playing it. It held and held, persisting in the great stone room, growing in intensity until I tried to cover my ears, but I was frozen in place. From my peripheral vision, the bodies painted onto the marble seemed to actively be having sex, moving in their perverse orgy, but that was impossible.
The temple disappeared around me, all that existed was the sound of that note, the visage of bodies writhing in ecstasy beneath me, and a newly formed swarm of red colors engulfed me, replacing the temple walls. Suddenly, the red flashed and turned to all shades of green, and the orgy below me disappeared. I heard that very deep, resonant voice from when I first got here: "You have many challenges ahead of you. Trust that you will get through them. Trust your desire for Zeke. You must learn to wield my power."
That voice, again, it was like dripping sex. Like I was just wrapped in vibrations that were touching every part of me that screamed that I was having sex, that every nerve in my body was alive with desire. Every cell in me felt like it was having a simultaneous orgasm.
Then, it was gone.
I blinked. I looked around. I was in a very large clearing in a forest, trees near the horizon in practically every direction with mountains behind them, save for in one narrow area to my left. The forest was populated by young men who looked maybe a little younger than I am, and they seemed to be going about their everyday business. No one looked over the age of 20, but everyone was, at the same time, obviously an adult. Wait a—
Please no.
Not that.
I looked down at myself. FUCK!
I looked leaner, skinnier if that was even possible, and the clothes were slightly looser. There was no other explanation, assuming I wasn't locked in an elaborate dream: Not only had I gone back in time and been transported to a different place, I had regressed in age to match!
Sex scene's coming, I promise. Meanwhile: How did Luke go back in time? What/who was the voice? Will Luke save Zeke? How will Luke get back to the future? Stay tuned for the next chapter where probably none of those questions will be answered! But, Luke will get laid, and that's just as good, right?
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