I was still looking at myself in wonder, amazement, and fear when I heard a nasal voice call, "Hey you!"
Note to self: Next time someone does that, don't act like you're the guilty one, just don't respond. Next time.
Because this time, I looked up and to the right, in the direction of the voice. Shit.
"Yeah, you! Who are you? Where did you come from?"
Walking towards me was a guy who looked, well … my age now? He had black, flowing hair that was wavy in a way that bounced as he walked quickly towards me. He was a head shorter than me and his smooth face showed some sort of emotional mix I couldn't quite place. Anger? Curiosity? Pissed-off'edness? He was wearing a dark forest green open vest with nothing underneath it, but the hems were extremely frayed to the point they looked like a lining of fur. There were no sleeves. His pants were impossibly tight and an even darker green, while he was also barefoot.
He was lean but more muscular than I, a stereotypical twunk, and his partially exposed body was smooth. As he got closer, between one bounce in his hair and the next, I saw pointed ears. I tried very, very nonchalantly to reach up to my head and make sure my longer, blond hair was covering my – yup, still there – rounded ears.
He stopped short of me and asked again, "Who are you?" His arms were now crossed across his torso, pumping up his pecs a little. I couldn't help but notice a tiny gold bar through his left nipple. Great, a diva in training.
That said … down boy! Now is not the time to get hard. This guy was exactly my type. After Zeke, of course. And maybe without the attitude, but I was pretty sure I could work that out of him with my big, long, hard— No!
I looked around and there was no one else Miss Thang could be talking to. I reached up, my hand scratching my upper back in what I hoped was a very casual, absent-minded-appearing gesture, though I realized I was also exposing my lower abs to the guy. Right, great way to not look conspicuous. Or maybe that was normal here based on how he was dressed?
"Uh, what do you mean? I live here, I'm from over innnnnn that direction," I replied, pointing in the direction opposite from his approach. It sounded a lot more convincing in my head than it probably was once I got the words out.
"No you're not. I know everyone here, and no one enters or leaves Cockiri Woods, but all the twinks and twunks are here! And I saw you just appear from nowhere."
"Cockiri, seriously …?" I started before biting my tongue. Shit.
"That settles it! I'm taking you to the chief! He'll decide what to do with you."
"You and what army?" I stupidly asked, looking at him, exasperated. I mean, come on, I was tired physically and emotionally and still not sure if this was real. I was working on two, maybe three hours of sleep and an hour or more of walking and all this shit to deal with.
The guy didn't respond but instead pulled a black stone out of his pocket and threw it at me. It landed squarely on my chest and immediately started to expand, flowing over my clothing and skin and forming a black shell of … latex? You have got to be kidding me. That's one fetish I hadn't explored before. I tried to brush off the rapidly expanding latext but it just kept spreading until it had fully enveloped me, leaving only my nose and eyes exposed. It also … no … fuck me. I felt protrusions in my asshole and my mouth as the latex formed a dildo at each end.
"Follow me!" he ordered and started to walk away. I had zero intention of following him, but my legs started to move, squeaking where they rubbed together, my arms also squeaking softly as they moved across my latex-encrusted core. I tried to stop them, but I don't think my legs were actually doing the work. No, it was this latex! He'd trapped me in a latex body suit that he somehow had control over and could make me follow him and do who-knows-what other nasty little things were in his muscular, slightly ripped, …
Helpless, I walked stiffly yet quickly behind him, trying to look around to see more of where I was or an escape route, but my head would not budge. My eyes looked frantically from side-to-side, trying to get more information.
The forest clearing was built like a series of terraces, where hills had been leveled into a series of flat planes with heights of nearly 10 feet between flat areas. I don't know why anyone would go to such an effort and I saw no obvious way to move from one terrace to another until – ah, a few ramps were there, and I also saw a few ladders on sides without ramps.
The people around me were of all skin colors and hair styles, but beyond that they differed very little from each other: All were men, all had pointed ears, all had great hair, were lightly muscled, no body hair, and wore dark green attire that was the same style as my captor's which showed a lot of skin. The few that looked towards me did so quizzically with no real concern, quickly turning to continue about their day. They also looked 18–20 years old and ran the gamut from the most waif-like twink to twunks bordering on hunk.
There were simple buildings scattered about that looked like wigwams in their basic but effective construction. They looked almost like massive muscle pecs in form, as each one had a nipple-like air duct off to one side on top of the slightly asymmetric structure. Each building in this area had a pictogram above their door that I assume symbolized what was there. One clearly sold chairs, another had food, while a third … sigh. Dildos.
Speaking of dildos, there was more plant life here than in the field I initially rolled onto. They all resembled dicks or butts. We passed by clumps of bushes that seemed to start out looking like thick stalks or assemblages of leaves that looked like dicks, while others that looked older had opened, the leaves splaying from the center shaft, curving around in two clumps with a crevasse that divided them in half, and the center shaft retreated into the ground. The trees that surrounded the clearing all looked like dicks with tall, thick, veiny trunks and then hugely flared heads filled with branches and leaves. Ouch. That would hurt, though part of me – my hole – kinda wanted to try a dick with such a flared head.
And, speaking of my hole, I tried very hard to ignore what the latex was doing to my crotch because the prodding at my asshole was bad enough, not helped by the latex in front squeezing and caressing my dick. I didn't need the squeezing of the latex, though, I was pretty sure I was getting hard all on my own. My surroundings, the situation, the free display of sexuality, and the latex ministrations were working me up. I felt a growing desire to get on my knees and service their leaking dicks with everything I had, to take one – two – three of them in my holes at once, to—
"Here we are!" my captor announced, breaking me out of my haze. He looked down at my crotch and smirked.
The wigwam we were now in front of was the largest of the ones that surrounded it. I had apparently spaced out because we had left the area of buildings with pictograms, and we were now in an area of smaller ones without any obvious signage. This one was perhaps a little wider than the others, but other than that and a triangle with a circle in the middle above the door, it was no different than the others around us. The door was woven of thin, leafy twigs and branches, which my captor lifted away. Of my full-body suit's accord, I entered with him.
My captor saluted a man who looked to be 20 and was reclining on a bed in the back, who honestly looked like we had woken him up.
"Why did you bring this guy here, Ahanu?" he stifled a yawn as he stretched.
"Kitchi, this stranger appeared from nowhere in Cockiri Woods. I saw him with my own eyes: One moment he wasn't there, the next he was! It was in a flash of green light. I've never seen him before, and his clothes are strange."
Kitchi – the guy in charge, apparently, sat up and looked at me. He then stood up and came closer.
"Why is he so calm, Ahanu? The Wrap of Himeros is supposed to render anyone so mad with desire he should be a bumbling mess right now, wanting to take us both." He circled me. "The stranger is hard, and I see the Wrap pulsing in his hole and around his dick and thrusting in his mouth. And yet," he placed his hand on my chest, "his breathing restrained, and his eyes unclouded."
Ahanu looked at me, clearly pissed off. "I don't know!" he whined. "Maybe it's broken." There was the bitchy queen I knew he was.
"Hmmmm…" Kitchi murmured thoughtfully. He tapped the suit three times, once on each nipple and once on the head of my dick, then pressed a finger from each hand firmly at my asshole and mouth. As quickly as it had covered me, the latex retreated with a slurping noise, coalescing back into a black stone that dropped to the ground. Ahanu scurried over and grabbed it, putting the stone in a pocket, and then retreated several steps.
The sudden withdraw of the thick latex from my ass left me moaning, and the loss of support made me collapse, while my mouth simultaneously released drool that had been pooling. As quickly as I could, I scrambled back up, hands in front of me to try to hide my hardon, not like it would make any difference at this point. But, I felt like I had to have some semblance of dignity.
Kitchi circled me again, slowly. "Curious …" he drawled. He looked me up and down from every angle and then stopped when he was directly behind me. He reached up and pushed my hair aside, revealing my ear. In so doing, his hand passed near the back of my neck and I heard him gasp and moan. I immediately felt something thick poking my hole.
"Kitchi!" Ahanu exclaimed, rushing over. "What happened, are you okay?" Turning to me, "What did you do to him?!"
Kitchi moved away from me and retreated partway back to his bed. The man's hard, 6" penis extending through a hidden slit in the front of his pants.
"I don't know what he is, Ahanu, but Ἱμερος has come upon him. Can't you sense it?"
Ahanu looked at me, then Kitchi, and then down at his own erect member. " I don't sense anything, Sir."
"But you are certainly reacting to it," Kitchi pointed to Ahanu' hard, 5" dick, which had started to drip precum on the floor.
"Uh, did you say some guy had cum upon me?" I asked.
"No, come upon you," Kitchi replied, dismissively.
"The Wrap must have helped shield the effects," Kitchi muttered.
Ahanu for his part looked like he was struggling, fighting a losing internal battle. What happened next shocked me: Ahanu fell to the floor in front of me and stripped down my pants, swallowing my dick in one swoop before I could react.
"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed. I tried to push Ahanu off but I couldn't. I don't know if he had vacuum-sealed himself on or if I was getting weak because goddamn that boy could suck dick! My hard, 9" cock felt amazing sliding through his mouth and down his throat. It was as if his entire oral cavity had been ribbed for my pleasure and was applying all the right pressure to all the right spots.
Then, I felt a tiny prick on both sides of my dick and I saw tiny, needle-like fangs retreating back into Ahanu' upper gums. "What the fuck? Did you just fucking bite me?"
Ahanu didn't reply, but I felt wave after wave of horniness emanating from my dick. Whatever he did, it was making me infinitely hornier and this was still – and even more-so now – the best blowjob I'd ever had.
Kitchi, too, seemed to be fighting an urge, but he was resisting a lot better than Ahanu. His hand was on his own dick, jacking it slowly, and he was sweating, but he stopped short of approaching me.
"Ἱμερος has come upon you. I have never seen one who has been bathed in his essence as much as you: You are radiating an overwhelming desire of sex that affects anyone near you."
I thought back. That didn't make any sense at all, no one had ever acted this way around me. "No, you're the first to ever do this," I replied as I thrust my hips hard back and forth, using Ahanu' mouth like a fleshlight, unable to help myself as whatever venom Ahanu had injected into me worked its way through me. I should probably be pretty concerned, but I couldn't bring myself to feel anything but desire.
"Think!" He was sweating harder, and a big glob of precum burped from his dick head onto the floor. "This hasn't happened before? Even devotees of Himeros like me don't have this effect, or an effect this strong. I– I am using all my willpower to resist." His face was red and his dick launched another gush of precum onto the floor.
"No, no one. Not even in this crAAAA—" Ahanu did this little thing with his tongue and I nearly lost it. "Even since I've been here, those guys in the temples, they didn't."
"The temples? Ἱμερος' power is neutralized in another god's temple. But how could you leave Cockiri Woods, you're too young!"
"I don't know! One moment Zeke and I were being kidnapped, transported through a gold ring, he's getting married, I went through two temples and they said I was being sent back in time, I played a fucking magic flute, your guy put me in fetishwear, and— what the FUCK!?"
Kitchi lost his internal struggle, as he rushed behind me, pushed my torso forward as he knelt down, and thrust his tongue into my hole.
"Holy mother of—." The two of them assaulting my hole and dick were making my head spin. If Ahanu hadn't been playing with my nipples and providing some support, I was pretty sure I would have collapsed. I heard slurping and moaning and I was moaning right along with them.
After I don't know how long, I felt Kitchi's tongue withdraw and something thick pushing against my hole. I spread my legs more and reached behind me with one hand to pull my cheeks apart, and I felt his tool thrust into me. I was so fucking horny from whatever Ahanu had injected me with that I was ready to fuck and suck and take any dick presented.
Kitchi's was not the longest dick I'd ever taken – by far – but it was thick, and at the age of my current body which I estimated to be just over 18, this probably was the biggest dick I had taken. Certainly it was the widest.
He pummeled my hole while Ahanu was still sucking my dick like his life depended on it. Kitchi's dick felt amazing in my canal, giving it a wonderful stretch as he pounded in and out, and if I didn't know any better, I would've sworn his dick was ribbed just like Ahanu' throat. I looked down at Ahanu' dick and I was right: They had gentle ridges across their dicks! No wonder Kitchi's stick felt so good in my hole! I reached down to fondle the diva's nipple piercing, and it worked to send his mouth into overdrive.
I started to lose track of time as Kitchi pounded, my body felt like there was an electric tingling sensation running across it, with the two nodes being my dick and my ass. Unceremoniously, I felt Kitchi pull out, grab my hand, and pull me to the bed on the far side. My dick plopped out of Ahanu' mouth and he moaned, drool pooling from the corners of his lips and he jumped up and followed us.
Kitchi laid down on the bed and pointed to his dick. I took the hint and sat on it and started to ride his shaft, facing his head, my own dick flying around sloppily and flinging the occasional precum. He reached up to play with my tight nipples on my twinky chest, and I reached up to brush my long, blond hair out from my eyes so I could look down at him as I rode him. Damn I love twunks, and Kitchi was nicely muscled for one – almost a hunk, but he'd have to flex to get his muscles to show.
As I was busy analyzing his build for some reason, I felt another sensation from my hole and I looked back, brushing another lock of sweaty hair from my ocean-blue eyes. Ahanu had laid down and was lapping at my hole as it stretched, ridge over glorious ridge, up and down Kitchi's dick. I closed my eyes and just rode and rode and rode that thick cock for all I was worth.
I didn't even feel Ahanu' tongue withdraw or anything weird until I slammed down on Kitchi's dick for the umpteenth time and it was like it had suddenly gotten thicker. Twice as thick, in fact. My hole felt like it was stretched impossibly open and I looked back: Ahanu had stuck his dick next to Kitchi's, and I had just sat down on them both.
I stopped at that bottom and just felt the two of them there. Not content with that, as they seemed like in more of a frenzy and less in control of their actions than I, they started going up and down in opposite directions: My hole stationary, Ahanu thrust in while Kitchi pulled out almost all the way, then Kitchi pushed back in while Ahanu pulled out almost all the way. I'm pretty sure based on how well in sync they were that this was not the first time they'd DP'd a hole.
My vision was white, my hole was the center of my being, it felt alive in a way that it had never felt before. Sensations emanated from it, washing over me again and again like waves upon the beach as the tide was coming in.
If possible, I suddenly felt a little fuller, and then everything was still, both Kitchi and Ahanu stopped. Then, slowly, Ahanu pulled back, and then Kitchi, and I felt liquid dripping from my gaping hole. I looked down and my cum was all over Kitchi's torso, and head, and hair, and bed. I had cum hands-free: My first (definitely at this age) anal orgasm. The two of them had cum, too, filling me up though I was now slowly dripping it out.
I could feel the cool breeze against my used hole, the coolness emphasized by the mix of the two guys' cum.
I then felt another sensation. It was weird, it was like I felt more … energized? Powerful? I felt like I could go another five rounds and be fine. I also felt as though my skin was drawing in – absorbing – their cum. And it felt good. I needed it, I needed more.
I reached around to what was dripping out of my hole and tried to push it in with my fingers. Kitchi saw me and without moving his body he reached over to the side of the bed, rummaged around, and then turned to hand me something.
It was a buttplug. Shaped like his erect dick. Ridges and all. I didn't care anymore, I shoved it home and felt amazing, the cum working its magic on my hole.
We were all breathing heavily, and even though I had felt like I could do it all again over and over, I suddenly felt a wave of fatigue wash over me and I hoped it wasn't venom. I went to lay down between Kitchi and Ahanu and I was out before my head hit the pillow.
There we go. I told you there'd be a sex scene again. Definite twist on the original source material (still staying mum on that in case you haven't figured it out yet). The next 5.5 chapters are already written but as always, if you have ideas, let me know!
Meanwhile: Why was Luke suddenly so interested in their cum? Where is Cockiri? What's he going to do about being 18 again? Can no one really leave Cockiri? What about Zeke? What happened to the dick-like tin whistle? What's with all the dicks? Did anyone else have an 8-bit soundtrack going through their head during this chapter?
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