Ron lay on his bed, clutching his head with both hands as another pulse of pain blossomed in his mind. He didn’t know what was causing these blinding headaches, but he suspected that it had to do with the stressful situation that he found himself in.
Since the game in the factory ruins, he had been obsessed with finding a way to use the deck’s powers to score himself some money. The most obvious answer to this problem that he could come up with was to film the games. Using younger victims would satisfy more select and potential wealthier clientele, while the ‘role-play’ element would help to distinguish it. Of course, if using younger people created too much problems, he could always just edit them out, making something like an uncut version for those who were willing to pay.
Getting a camcorder wasn’t too much of a problem. He didn’t possess the resources for a professional shoot and in any case, he thought that it would be safer, with far less questions being asked.
The only real obstacle that remained was how to use the deck to get the results that he wanted. This was the part that he had been having the most difficulty with. It would be simple enough to get his victims to do anything he wanted each time that they took a card, but as he had noticed previously, their reactions were lacking some vital spark of life. If anything, on video it would just look as if they were stoned out of their minds. While that wasn’t too much of a problem, as people would be paying for the sex part, he was worried that it wouldn’t be erotic enough for some...
After another burst of pain had made him grimace in agony and roll around on his bed, he opened his eyes to find himself looking at the deck where it rested on his table. That reminded him of the other problem that had cropped up.
While he had been struggling with how to make the videos, the voice of the deck had been badgering him non-stop to go out and use its powers. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to, his dreams were full of tight bald little cunts enveloping his aching cock, but he had his sights set on something far bigger now. Making a video wasn’t just something that you went out and did, he needed to prepare extensively, especially if he wanted to produce something that would get him real money.
But even as he tried to get this across to the voice, it didn’t listen, merely increasing the force of its never-ending whispers. It had gotten to the point where he had taken the gas lighter from the kitchen and had threatened to set the deck on fire. He wasn’t even sure if a magical deck like it could be harmed by fire, but he had been at his wits’ end.
Since then the voice of the deck had fallen completely silent, ignoring any of his attempts at communication. While it was a relief to be rid of the constant whispers, he now found himself in a position where he wasn’t even sure if he would be able to use the deck’s powers again.
However, the deck was his, he had brought it. It would simply have to obey him when he wanted to use its powers again. He couldn’t afford to lose his control now, not when he was so close to becoming stinking rich...
Another burst of pain lanced through him, cutting off his thoughts and turning his world into a sea of bright white agony...
Groaning, Ron opened his brown eyes and then squinted at the bright light that flooded his vision. Turning his head away from the barrage of light, his eyes took in the dark night sky and the rusted ruins of cars that were heaped on each other to form macabre towers. Judging by the texture of the rough ground that he felt below his lower legs, he was in a sitting kneel position.
His mind was fuzzy, as if it was filled with static, but it was clearing up enough that he realised that something was definitely amiss. He couldn’t think of any reason why he would be in a junkyard...
Something wet streamed onto his face, his nose detecting the acrid smell of urine. He tried to turn away, but against his will his face turned in the direction of the urine stream. Closing his eyes, he winced as the fluid splashed against his eyelids and lips. To his horror, his mouth opened independent of his control, allowing the urine to fill his mouth, the foul taste making him want to retch. As the bitter piss flowed down his throat due to his traitorous muscles swallowing, his eyes snapped open despite his attempts to keep them closed.
His vision was filled with the sight of a skinny naked young boy who was aiming his small penis at Ron’s face with his right hand, while he held something in his left hand. A halo of bright light seemed to surround the light blonde haired boy as the junkyard’s floodlights bathed them in light. The boy’s lips were twisted into a sinister sneer, his eyes glowing a powerful dark blue. It was quite apparent that this was no normal boy.
“Confused?” asked the boy in an almost girlish voice, his tone mocking.
Even if he wanted to answer, Ron couldn’t due to the urine still flowing into his mouth and down his throat. “Of course you are. You are, after all, not a very bright boy.” The derision in the boy’s voice made Ron shiver.
It was only then that he realised that he himself was completely naked. Although he couldn’t move his head in order to visually confirm the evidence, he felt the night time breeze gentle tickling all of his exposed skin. Now he was starting to panic, his nakedness somehow more real than his loss of motor control.
Finally the flow of piss ended. Again against his will, he was forced to swallow the bitter disgusting fluid, causing his eyes to start tearing up. The boy walked forwards and wiped his small prick against Ron’s cheek, leaving a trail of urine behind. Stepping back, he addressed Ron as he waved the object in his left hand in front of Ron’s face, “If you were not so stupid, I would have been dismayed by that fact that you do not recognise me, even though we had become partners, shall we say, not so long ago.”
Slowly realisation dawned on Ron, even though the voice of the boy sounded different from the voice of the deck. On closer inspection, the object turned out to be the deck of cards that he had brought from the antiques shop. Seeing the realisation dawning in Ron’s eyes, the boy sarcastically clapped his small his right hand against the deck. “Ah, he recognises me.” Stopping his clapping, he continued, “I admit that I sound different, but really... This is after all only a shell that I am borrowing for the moment.”
His eyes darkened, “Now I am sure that you are absolutely bursting with questions, but you will have to forgive me if I do not allow you to ask them. You are, quite frankly, the most inept human I have ever dealt with, so I fear that your questions would be... pointless. But, as I do love a good tale, I will you tell mine, as it pertains to you... After all, my whole tale would take too long, as it covers... millennia...”
In a condescending tone he continued, “But seeing as you aren’t going to be using your mouth to talk, let us put it to a better use...” Scared out of his mind, Ron could do nothing to stop his body as he crawled forwards on his knees, stopping with his lips just millimetres away from the small flaccid hairless dick and the smooth scrotum that hung beneath it. Under the boy’s control, he was forced to extend his neck backwards until he was again able to look directly into the glowing blue orbs. “I believe the colloquial term is ‘suck my dick’,” sneered the boy.
Unable to resist, Ron felt his mouth opening and enveloping the boy’s small flaccid prick. His tongue moved on its own, giving gentle wet strokes to the tiny boyhood. Ron couldn’t tear his eyes away from the boy’s as he started to talk. “My relationship with my partners is usually a mutually beneficial one. I use my powers for their pleasure, while I get to feed on the sexual energy of their trysts... Ahh, yes, lick there...”
Ron’s tongue continued to lick the boy’s fraenulum, making him moan in pleasure even as he continued on with his tale. “Ahh.. yes... I need to constantly feed, not just when my powers are used. Usually, as I said, this is not a problem as humans are so easily ruled by their lusts.”
Grabbing Ron’s head with his right hand, he forced his stiffening penis as deep into the teenager’s mouth as he could. “But you, you... Oh, that feels good... Continue sucking...,” he mewled as Ron started to suck on his dick. “You are so weak, so undecided... So pathetic that I had to start feeding on you...”
Ron’s eyes widened at this. The boy shook his head mockingly even as he gave a gasp of pleasure. “You thought the headaches were from... what? Your difficult life?” After a brief explosion of laughter, he continued, “I tried to help you, and myself, by giving you the vision of this ‘rock-paper-scissors’ game... I even created a new set of rules for you when you were on the verge of shitting yourself... But no, despite all of this you just find one excuse after another to starve me... Well, no more...”
Shaking his head again, the boy suddenly started to groan as Ron was forced to suck on and lick all over his penis. With a series of childish shrieks, the boy started pumping his hips ever faster as he held onto Ron’s head. Giving a final scream of pleasure, the boy buried himself in Ron’s mouth and unleashed a flood of bitter semen out of his urethra. Devoid of any control, Ron again wanted to retch as the sticky fluid flowed down his throat.
To his increasing horror, he could do nothing to stop his tongue from continuing to stroke the wilted prick, which was soon starting to fill with blood again. Unwillingly staring into the glowing blue eyes, he tasted the bitter semen again as his tongue’s tip entered the boy’s piss slit, causing the boy to give another moan of pleasure...
Without warning the boy shoved him back, with Ron being powerless to stop himself from falling onto his back hard. Chuckling, the boy said in a mocking tone, “Now now, Ronny-boy, please assume the proper position for a little bitch like you... A little bitch who thought he was the master, who thought he could threaten me... Well, it’s time you learned your place!”
Ron had no ability to resist as he stood up, bent at the waist and reached back with both of his hands, spreading apart his buttocks. He winched as he felt something wet rubbing against his brown anus. Gasping, he felt his sphincter relaxing and the tip of what was surely the boy’s dick just enter his anus. In a sing-song voice the boy announced, “Ronny-boy, prepare to get fucked!”
With supernatural strength, the boy shoved the whole length of his penis into Ron’s bowels in one motion, making Ron cry out with tears in his eyes as his rectum was filled for the first time. The boy mercilessly slammed his hips over and over against Ron’s, his prick sawing in and almost completely out of the teenager’s intestines. No longer having to stare into those unnatural eyes, Ron was able to start thinking somewhat clearly again, but this only fuelled his terror. He had no idea how he had gotten here, how the boy was forcing him to obey his orders without the cards or how he had lost control of the cards in the first place...
Humiliation grew inside of Ron as he felt his own penis start to stiffen, the boy’s dick rubbing deliciously against his prostate as he was fucked. Despite his horror at the situation, he couldn’t deny the feelings off pleasure that were starting to radiate from his defiled ass. To his shame, he started to softly moan as his cock stiffened to full arousal, pre-cum leaking out of his urethra.
“Enjoying yourself, Ronny-boy? Excellent. Take this as my final gift to you, a reward for setting me free. If you had been stronger, this would have ended differently, but...” There was something very ominous about those words, but Ron was helpless to do anything but moan as the pleasure grew with each filling of his rectum. The boy increased the speed and force of his thrusts, the smack of flesh on flesh echoing in the still night air. Soon both of them were moaning, a fine sheen of perspiration building up on their skins.
With a final thrust, the boy shoved himself as deep as he could into Ron, his penis jerking as he filled the teenager’s bowels with stream after stream of sticky seed. That final scrape against his prostate made Ron orgasm, his cock jerking again and again as ropes of pearly sperm flew through the air and landed on the ground. As the pleasure and the humiliation of the orgasm tore through him, his world turned into a soft blazing white that completely filled him...
Shae’lanath walked down a brightly lit street in the seedier entertainment district of Glenrock, whistling a merry tune. Spying his reflection in the side mirror of a car, he stopped and took a closer look. Staring back at him was the brown eyed dark haired face of Ron Zant, his new permanent vessel. Turning his head side-to-side, he decided that some alterations necessary. Waving a hand over his face, he obscured his reflection for a part of a second. When it reappeared, he made a delighted noise at the brilliant blue eyes that now dominated his face.
Moving back a distance, he decided that the tattered sheet that he had wrapped around himself would do as clothing for now. Turning away, he continued whistling while resuming his journey down the street.
Two blocks later a booming voice disturbs the night air, “Yo, faggot, what the fuck are you doing here?” Presuming that the question was directed at himself, he turned and saw a large muscular man approaching him. Dressed in a grey sleeveless shirt and black sweatpants, the man had an expression of absolute fury on his face. Upon reaching him, the man pulled back his fist and swung it towards him with murderous intent...
His fist connected with the invisible barrier that surrounded Shae’lanath, which reacted to the attack by instantly sending the man flying backwards into the side of a parked car. Shae’lanath walked over to him, took out one of the deck’s cards and showed it at his groggy would-be assaulter. The golden glow of the card was reflected in the man’s eyes for a few second before he stood up.
With desperation in his green eyes, the brown haired man managed to remove his sweatpants and red boxers around his white sneakers, revealing a thick bush of dark pubic hair and an impressive length of flaccid penis. Adequately disrobed, he turned his head, his eyes wildly darting around. Spying his target, he set off with a blistering pace.
Shae’lanath watched with amusement as the half-naked man raced after the little white cat, shouting, “Come here pussy! I need you!”
Continuing with his walk, he decided that although so far his release had brought him little but frustration, things were starting to look up.
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