A gay story: Stormbringer Byron lay on the bed exhausted. He had just spent the better part of three hours getting his ass fucked by his older stepbrother. It had been a dream of his for years. Ever since they were younger and shared the same room, Byron had fantasized about him. He had watched secretly as Jared had changed. Byron enjoyed watching the older boy, watching as his thickly muscled body flexed as he changed or when he stripped down to nothing to go to sleep. Byron would sometimes wake hours before he needed to get up in hopes of catching Jared without his blankets, with his large cock exposed to his hungry gaze. Byron would spend hours fantasizing of Jared mounting him, of Jared thrusting deep inside his anus to leave his seed.
Finally after years of dreaming, all his dreams had come true. He could feel the warm cum leaking from his well worked asshole to trail down his tight cheeks and pool beside his flesh. Byron had cum five times while Jared took him, all without touching himself. It had surpassed even his wildest dreams. Jared’s cock had filled him completely, had made him feel possessed like none other before.
And Jared wanted more. His own step-brother wanted to repeat the ecstacy that had been the fulfillment of many years wait. It had something to do with his pagan beliefs, but Byron didn’t care. Nothing was too much to give to once again feel his step-brother deep inside of him.
Byron looked over at the spent form of Jared, the even breathing of a light sleep ever so slightly causing his tattooed chest to move. Feeling himself become aroused at the sight of Jared’s naked body, Byron reached over to lightly run his hand over Jared’s flaccid cock. It twitched slightly at his light touch, which brought a smile to Byron’s lips. Byron grasped Jared’s cock around the base and leaning down, took it into his mouth. He could taste the semen on the flesh, as well as his own bodily fluids, but it only served to turn him on all the more. He began to suck on the slowly reacting muscle.
Once it was completely hard, Byron rose and stood with a foot on either side of Jared’s waist. Facing his step-brother, Byron squatted down, his tall but thin frame in perfect alignment. Reaching under his ass, Byron grabbed the base of Jared’s cock and with the slightest push against it, it was buried inside. With both hands on his knees, Byron began to bounce on his step-brothers big cock.
As the hard muscle stretched his asshole, Byron’s own cock began to go from semi hard to fully erect. With every up and down bounce Byron’s hard cock jerked in the opposite direction. Looking down at his step-brother’s face, he saw that Jared was awake. Locked onto Jared’s green eyes, Byron smiled and was determined to ride his cock so good that his step-brother would keep coming back for more.
He knew that his tight little hole could coax the cum from Jared, that would never be a problem. Byron found himself thinking of other ways he could please Jared. Deciding to concentrate on the task at hand, he just worked his ass up and down. Byron could feel the rhythmic pounding of the big swollen cock head on his prostate, and knew that soon he was going to cum. The burning in his legs was a distant feeling, all Byron cared about was the tightening in his balls.
Byron cupped the end of his cock as his warm cum sprayed out of it, never breaking his rhythmic dance on Jared’s dick. Even in the midst of his orgasm, Byron never took his eyes from Jared’s face. When he saw Jared’s body tighten up in advance warning of an orgasm, Byron spoke.
“That’s right big brother, give it to me. Cum in my tight little asshole.”
His words had the desired effect and Byron could feel the cock buried deep inside of him jerk, he felt the warm fluid fill his anal cavity. Once he was sure that Jared was finished, Byron stood. Carefully so as not to let a drop escape from him, Byron knelt over his step-brother. He didn’t want Jared to ever have anything to disgust him, as Jared had never before had sex with a man, so with a seductive smile on his face Byron put his face down to the rock hard stomach and licked his own cum from the warm skin.
Still smiling, Byron lay down on his back and raised his legs in the air.
“Watch Jared. See how much I love you. See what I am willing to do for you. I’ll do anything for you, anything.”
With their eyes locked, Byron reached down to under his asshole and with a slight push, his hole opened and Jared’s thick cum started to run out. Byron was careful to collect every drop onto his hand and fingers. With a lewd wink at Jared, Byron brought his hand to his face and sucked the cum from it. When he finished, Byron licked his fingers.
“Anything you want big brother, just ask. I’ve wanted you for so long it hurt. You have no idea how badly I wanted what happened here today. Anything I can do to make you happy, just ask.”
Jared smiled at his step-brother. The truth was, that was exactly what Jared had wanted to hear. The sex had been exciting and not at all as disgusting as he had feared. Jared had to admit to himself that he had actually rather enjoyed it. But it was the submission that he had wanted to hear. What he had hoped to hear. Jared had needed it for his plan to work.
“Thanks Byron. I’m glad to hear that. There is something I want. Next time I would like for you to have less body hair.”
Byron smiled. He was of Native American decent mostly, and he had little body hair. A little bit of wax and it would be all gone.
“Also, I don’t like pubic hair either.”
“No problem Jared. I’ll wax my body for you. Is there anything else you want?”
“Yes. Please have both of your nipples pierced. In about a month I’ll be back and I would love to see a couple of silver rings through them. And how about a small tattoo on your butt cheek? Is that OK with you?”
Byron grinned at his step-brother, “Kinky. I’ll do it for you. How come such a long wait? I would love to see you sooner. To make you feel good again.”
“Well, you will need some time to heal from the piercing, and I need some time to set things up. Remember what I asked you earlier?”
Byron nodded. “Oh, by the way Jess, what is it that you want me to get tattooed?”
This time it was Jared’s turn to smile.
“Property of Stormbringer.”
* ***
Byron spent the next two weeks in a dreamland. He went to his job at a classy restaurant where he cooked, and while his work was up to its usual perfect standards, Byron felt like he was on autopilot. His heart was no longer in his work. He had gotten the piercing and tattoo the very next day and while they were still tender to the touch, the pain had faded. He was still confused about the tattoo, but Jared hadn’t wanted to elaborate.
He hadn’t gone to get his body waxed yet, but he had lots of time, and had wanted to make sure that his skin was baby smooth for Jared. From Jared’s past relationships, Byron knew that he liked his women to have long hair, and as such, had grown his out over the years. The dark hair fell well past his shoulders, nearly half way down his back, all in all it was quite beautiful. It had caught the eye of many gay males, but while he had numerous dalliances in the past, Byron only wanted one man.
In a certain light, Byron could pass for a female. He enjoyed dressing up for the part too. His closet had a large store of women’s clothing and make-up, from lingerie to dresses and skirts. He loved to dress up in women’s underwear and masturbate or even better, to have a nice thick cock bang away at his ass. Byron spent time at the gym each week, but he never tried to bulk up. He thought his slight frame looked good toned up, more womanly, so never overdid it. When Byron was dressed for the part, only the most observant eye could see him for what he truly was.
When he heard the knock at the door that night after work, Byron didn’t find it strange. His friends often dropped by unannounced. When he answered the door and found his brother standing there Byron’s heart skipped a beat.
“What are you doing here? You’re early. I haven’t waxed…”
Without a word Jared walked in the apartment. He shut the door behind him and grabbed Byron by the hair. With a rough yank, Jared pulled Byron’s head back. Before his yelp of pain could escape, Jared’s mouth covered his in a deep kiss. Byron quit his feeble struggles and returned the deep kiss.
Jared grabbed Byron’s hands and held them over his head. With both hands in one powerful grip, Byron was helpless as Jared’s other hand ripped his joggers off his body. In a silence that Byron found extremely exciting, Jared spun Byron around and bent him over. With his legs spread and his face up against the wall, Byron was effectively pinned. Jared hadn’t even needed to pull his arms up behind his back, but had done so anyway.
Jared didn’t even take his pants down. He just lowered his zipper and pulled out his steely cock. Without any warning or lubrication, Jared shoved his thick cock up his step-brother’s ass. Byron grunted in pain for the few seconds it took to adjust to the sudden violation, then began to pant and thrust back.
His favorite fantasies about Jared had always revolved around his step-brother taking him forcefully. Up against the wall, unable to move while Jared slammed his cock up inside him had his own cock fully erect in seconds. Seconds later he experienced his first orgasm. His cum splattered the wall as his body was rocked by the large man thrusting behind him. Minutes later a second orgasm hit his body, nearly causing his knees to buckle. Fighting the urge to collapse to the ground, Byron soon regained his strength and was once again meeting Jared’s violent assault with equal abandonment. Nearly ten minutes after the rapid attack began, Jared finally orgasmed. He lifted Byron clear off the ground when he pushed his entire eight inches up inside his step-brother, holding him there as he thrust severely.
Held up in the air like a rag-doll, Byron felt completely powerless, and had his own final orgasm. Both spent, Jared dropped Byron to the ground roughly. Breathless from the intense pleasure, Byron could barely feel his raw asshole. All he felt was a pleasant burning sensation that would cause him to walk stiffly the next couple of days at work.
“Remember Byron, two more weeks.”
With that, Jared left his brother on the floor with cum leaking from his stretched asshole and shut the door. Byron lay on the floor in a daze, until he got up and noticed the streaks of cum that covered the wall. Byron smiled and went to the kitchen to get a rag to wash up his excitement.
* ****
As Jared closed the door, he smiled to himself. Everything was going right to plan. He had known about his step-brother’s crush for years. He had even played up to it, making sure to strip down to nothing in full view of Byron before bed. Even Jared didn’t know why he had done that. He wasn’t gay. Sure, the sex with Byron had been great, but everything they had done so far was something he could have done with any willing woman. He hadn’t let Byron fuck his ass, which truth be told, he didn’t think that Byron minded at all. He hadn’t even touched Byron’s cock.
Jared had needed to find someone who was willing to go as far as to commit his or her soul to him. He had immediately thought of Byron. All it had taken was two sessions of sex. Very good sex, Jared admitted to himself. Byron was slight of build but he was a lot more resilient than Jared had thought. Some of their sex had been quite rough. Few women could tolerate it, much less enjoy it. And Byron’s natural flexibility was quite intriguing to Jared. Byron had a very feminine air about him, which was probably why Jared found it easy to be with him.
He was quite happy about the way things were turning out. It wouldn’t be long before all his carefully laid out plans came to fruition. Jared laughed quietly to himself as he got into his pickup and started it.
“Soon you will be mine for life Byron.”
* ****
The final two weeks of his wait were agony to Byron. After his last visit from Jared, Byron was hooked completely. Even before the visit Byron had wanted to do anything to make Jared happy. Now he would sell his soul to the devil himself if that was what Jared wanted.
The first week after the sudden sexual encounter in his apartment had Byron walking funny. The people he worked with had teased him mercilessly. They knew he was gay and had made jokes about why he was walking so stiffly. Byron just laughed with them, all the while he had a special sparkle in his eye that only his closest friends could really notice. When they asked him about it, Byron just smiled and changed the subject. It wasn’t long however before his mind turned back to his step-brother. His friends knew he was in love.
About eight days after Jared had stopped by, Duane called. Normally Byron was thrilled by his calls. It always led to amazing sex. Duane was nearly a clone of Jared. Same size and build, although not quite as cut as Jared. His face was more perfect than Jared’s as well. A real pretty boy. And his eyes were a shocking blue compared to the smoky green that Jared had used to see into Byron’s soul.
The biggest difference by far though, was intelligence. Duane was what in polite circles is referred to as slow. Byron thought of him as dumb. The best part of him, thought Byron, was his big cock that stayed hard for hours. Being a submissive, Byron was a perfect match for Duane. Duane always had to be in control. Sometimes it had gotten Duane in a lot of trouble. But his great size and fighting ability had managed so far to keep his good looks from being smeared across his face.
Knowing that if he answered the phone that it would lead to sex, Byron let his answering machine pick it up.
“Byron, this is Duane. I’ll be in town for the next week, so give me a call. You have my cell number. Call me.”
His heart beating in the fear that Duane knew that he was in the room listening to the message. Byron was torn between wanting to call up Duane and continuing to hide from him. When his thoughts turned to Jared, everything straightened out. He no longer needed Duane to be a two-bit replica of his step-brother. He had the real thing wanting him.
Breathing easier and feeling his pulse return to normal, Byron smiled to himself.
“Jared wants me.”
Just the feeling of being wanted was enough to help Byron resist the rapidly fading urge to call Duane up. He hoped that he would be able to avoid the big man until the time came for Jared to show up. The last thing he needed was for Duane to get jealous, even though Duane didn’t hold himself to loyalty to Byron and didn’t show for weeks or months at a time, he did consider Byron to be his property. Byron accepted it at the time, and discretely fooled around, but now Duane’s possessiveness could be a major drawback.
* ****
The morning that Byron was expecting a call from Jared, he had woke early. He had a lot of things to do today. The day before Byron had called up a friend, Jason, and had him help wax Byron’s entire body, including his pubes. Byron was out of the house early and made his first stop at eight when the jewelry store opened. He was out within minutes, his specialty order in hand. Then Byron made a few other stops, picking up items here and there. As soon as Jared had told him of the future date, Byron had booked an entire week’s vacation. He planned on spending it worshiping his step-brother.
Byron finished his errands and came back home around noon. A message was waiting for him on his answering machine. Nervously, Byron played the message. Duane had phoned daily, sometimes three or four times a day. Each message was getting progressively worse. When the voice that came on was Jared’s, Byron nearly cried in joy. He was to be waiting downstairs for him at exactly six o’clock, and he was to bring a suitcase with several changes of clothes.
Relieved more than he believed possible, Byron realized that he had harbored doubts about his sanity. He had actually thought, in some small part of his brain, that he had dreamed the two encounters. Byron had spent a lot of time thinking about how he could surprise his step-brother, and thought he had come up with the perfect solution.
By dressing up as a woman for Jared, Byron would make him see that they could be together even in public without anyone catching on. He wanted so much to be with his step-brother for the rest of his life, he would be willing to spend the rest of it as a woman.
Standing in front of his full length mirror, Byron studied his body. He would encase his long legs in sheer black stockings. Byron could hardly wait to wrap them around his brothers waist once again. Envisioning the rest of his outfit made Byron’s cock swell. He imagined driving Jared so wild that Jared would pull over on the side of the road and take him roughly and passionately.
Byron went to his bath and ran the water hot. As the steamy water covered his skin, he could almost feel Jared’s large hands on his flesh. He had to resist the urge to masturbate in the bath and nearly came just from the powerful images in his head. He stayed in the water for nearly an hour, filling and emptying it to keep the water nice and hot.
Finished with his soak, Byron stood in front of the mirror and blow dried his long dark hair. His body still looked strange to him without his thick mass of dark pubic hair. Byron felt deliciously naughty. Finished drying himself, Byron went and sat at the vanity in his bedroom.
Usually quite frugal with his money, the vanity was one of the few excesses Byron owned. It was a gorgeous piece, made from stained oak. It was a piece of flawless beauty. Intricate carvings of flowers covered the legs and the frame for the large lighted mirror. This was where Byron spent hours trying to transform himself into the perfect woman. Today he planned on outdoing himself.
Taking a brush from a drawer, Byron began running it through his hair. He brushed his hair until it shined, taking the light and reflecting it back. He played with different styles until finally deciding to stick with something simple. Splitting a part down the middle, Byron braided both halves on the top of his head, leaving the back to flow freely. He attached both braids together at the back of his head with a bright red ribbon. Holding up a mirror to see the back, Byron was very pleased with his efforts.
Next, Byron began the long process of putting on makeup. He like to use a dark eyeshadow that helped to bring out the highlights of his brown eyes. He took his time, applying everything with the care of a makeup artist. Byron didn’t want anything to be out of place and have it ruin the illusion he intended to portray.
Just over an hour after he started, Byron finished applying his makeup. Knowing he had a little bit of a wait until Jared showed up, Byron grabbed something to eat and sat down on the couch. He thrilled in the feeling of his leather couch on his naked body. The way it pulled at his bare skin when he tried to move made him feel as though hands were grabbing at him.
After a couple of hours of television, Byron got up and went back into his bathroom. Reaching under the sink, he pulled out a small cardboard box. Inside it was his enema kit. He wanted to have the perfect night with his step-brother, and while he didn’t mind being dirty and tasting himself on a cock, in fact it turned him on, Byron was worried that Jared might be a little disgusted. Byron finished and cleaned up just in time to get dressed.
Rolling up the silky black stockings onto his smooth legs made Byron feel sexier than he had in months. They stopped just below his crotch. Byron called his next door neighbor over to help him put on the tight corset. Grinning at Byron’s half naked body, she helped pull the strings in the back as tight as possible. Once they were tightly tied, Byron thanked her for the help. She laughed and slapped his bare ass as she walked out, telling him to have fun.
Looking at himself again in the full length mirror, Byron saw what he had hoped for. The black corset had sucked in his waist, giving him an hourglass figure. Smiling to himself, Byron reveled in the tight encasing feeling. It felt as though he was already in Jared’s thick strong arms. Attaching the corset to his stockings, Byron admired his shapely legs. He felt so naughty dressing up like this, knowing that in a couple of hours he would be getting his brains fucked out.
Reaching into a drawer from his second and most important dresser, the one with all of his sexy women’s clothing, Byron pulled out a tiny black thong. He pulled it up his legs and tucking his cock and balls between his legs once more admired himself. The woman in the mirror was stunningly beautiful.
Byron went over to his closet and took out a micro-mini skirt. Once it was on, it barely went down past the top of his stockings. If Byron wasn’t very conscious of the fact he would expose himself to anyone looking. He planned on using that to his best advantage today. Pulling on a white blouse, Byron began to pack a suitcase when the phone rang.
The call display told him that it was his step-brother and when he answered it, Jared told him to be downstairs in ten minutes.
Hurriedly packing first one then two suitcases with the sexiest female clothes he owned, Byron felt his pulse pick up. He was mere minutes away from being with Jared again. With both suitcases in hand, Byron stopped at the front door to put on a pair of six inch stiletto heels. He locked his door behind him and as he walked by the neighbors door, it opened and she came out whistling.
“Go get him girlfriend!” she laughed. Blowing him a kiss and winking seductively, she turned around and walked back into her apartment.
Byron hurried along to the elevator, never missing a step. Some of his female friends had marveled at his skill in high heels, he just told them it was from practice. In truth, Byron felt very comfortable in the heels, almost as if he had been born in the wrong body. He sometimes thought that maybe he should have been a woman, and that was why he enjoyed being penetrated so much.
The elevator seemed to take forever to reach the ground floor and Byron rushed across the lobby. A man waiting for the elevator did a double take as Byron walked by, staring at his tight stocking clad legs and firm ass wistfully.
Byron noticed Jared in his truck out front and paid little attention to anything else as he made for the vehicle. A strong hand grabbed his arm and swung Byron around about halfway from the curb. Ready to scream at the offender, Byron’s words stuck in his throat as he looked into the blue eyes of Duane.
“Where do you think you are going bitch?”
Duane’s eyes were wild with jealousy. He took in the way Byron was dressed in a quick glance and looked back into Byron’s wide eyes.
Please, thought Byron, go away. Not now, I’m so close.
All he could do was stand there with big eyes and his jaw hanging slack. Duane lifted a thick arm as though to smack Byron when a big hand attached to an equally thick arm grabbed hold of his wrist. Duane’s body shook as though he had tried to pull himself away from this new person, but his arm didn’t move an inch.
“Let him go.”
Though spoken in a quiet calm voice, Jared’s words seem to shock Byron out of his trance and had the same effect as slapping Duane in his handsome face.
“Who the fuck are you?” Duane’s face twisted in rage as Jared let his arm go.
“I’m his date for the night. Now be a gentleman and leave before you make a scene.”
Never too much of a conversationalist to being with, Duane just snarled as he swung a meaty fist at Jared’s face. Just before it connected, Jared sidestepped the punch and grabbed Duane’s wrist in his right arm. With his left hand on the back of Duane’s head, he pulled it along with his body. Duane reacted quickly and pulled his weight back, doing exactly what Jared wanted. Stepping into Duane, Jared used his own momentum against him. His right arm was a blur as it caught Duane in the throat, and his left hand held Duane’s body by the small of his back. Throwing all of his considerable weight downward, Jared transferred his momentum into Duane. In the blink of an eye, Duane had done a complete flip, landing heavily on the ground. Jared stood back as his foe lay on the ground moaning.
Jared opened the door and holding out his hand for Byron to take, commented on how beautiful he looked. Byron was shocked at the speed with his step-brother had dealt with his soon to be ex. Smiling shakily, Byron took the offered hand and got into the truck. Jared closed the door and was walking around the passenger side of the truck to the front when he heard a blood-curdling scream. Jared spun and snapped out a fist just seconds before Duane would have hit him in a tackle. The whole thing seemed to be slow motion to Byron.
At first the punch didn’t seem like it would make it in time. Hundredths of seconds seemed to take years as Jared turned in to his attacker at glacial speed. Then Byron heard the loud smack. It sounded like a baseball bat hitting a watermelon. Duane was rocked backwards as his nose exploded in a spray of blood. Three drops hit the windshield in front of Byron. Watching the large man fall, Byron knew he was unconscious before he hit the ground. Duane made no attempt to stop his fall. His head bounced of the pavement with a dull thud. Jared was on top of him instantly, rolling the unconscious man to his stomach.
Wasting no more time on Duane, Jared got into the truck and drove away. Byron turned around in time to see a young man walk over to his former lover and looking around, quickly reach down to steal his wallet.
* ****
They drove north of Vancouver for two and a half hours before Jared turned his pickup onto a dirt road. Byron hadn’t talked much on the drive north, worried that he was too excited to put his thoughts into words without sounding like a babbling fool. He had been thrilled that Jared and Duane had fought over him. He was glad that his step-brother had won of course, but to have the both of them fight for the right to lay claim made him feel almost… feminine. Like something out of the movies, Jared had come and rescued him from the villain.
Byron had snuggled close to his savior for the ride without hearing a single objection from Jared. His step-brother had even put an arm around him once they reached highway speed.. Right then Byron had wished he had tried to get together with Jared sooner. He had wasted so many years wishing for something when all he had to do was try. Jared had come to him after all that wasted time, and he had shown Byron just how much of a waste it truly was.
Flying high on his feelings, Byron noticed that some time ago that it had gotten dark. Night had fallen on their drive and he was so caught up in his memories that he hadn’t even noticed. Looking at the clock on the stereo Byron saw that they had been driving for nearly four hours.
Just about to ask how much longer they were going to be, Byron saw trees spread out. They stopped in a clearing several hundred yards wide. A cabin had been built in the center of it. It looked newly built. Jared pulled in to a driveway that led up to the small cabin.
Shutting off the engine, Jared leaned over and gave Byron a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined as they shared the embrace. Wordlessly, Jared broke the kiss and opened his door. Byron followed him out of the drivers side door and Jared grabbed his suitcases from the back of the truck.
Inside the cabin was simple but well designed. A small kitchen was to the immediate left and to the right held a cozy living room. Against the wall was a large fireplace built from carved stone, obviously to be the centerpiece. A large comfortable looking couch stretched out in front of it. With no electricity, there were no lights other than the battery powered lamp that Jared had switched on when he came in.
A small room at the back of the cabin seemed to Byron to be the bedroom. As Byron looked around, Jared lit the fireplace and soon a warm glow replaced the harsh lamp. Jared grabbed a bottle from a bucket of ice that rested on the kitchen table and brought it, along with two glasses, to the livingroom.
Byron sat down on the couch beside Jared as he opened the bottle of champaign. Pouring two glasses, Jared handed on to Byron.
“To the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes upon.”
Byron was nearly brought to tears by the toast. Choking them back, he drank to the toast. Regaining his voice, Byron started asking his questions.
“Why are we up here?”
Jared smiled. “Well, remember when I asked you if you would help me perform the ceremony?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it needs to be done in the open. Under tomorrow night’s full moon. Do you know much about magic?”
Byron laughed, sure that Jared was making fun of him. “Sure, like rabbits from a hat?”
The look that Jared gave Byron made him wish he had kept his mouth shut. Byron was sure that he had ruined everything.
“No, I don’t mean the cheap theatrics. I mean real magic. Love is real, and it has magical powers. It can bind together two souls, make them one.”
The reverent way Jared spoke gave Byron pause. Seeing that his step-brother was going to remain silent, Jared continued.
“There is magic in sex as well. Every orgasm has untold power behind it. Bind that with love and the power is limitless. The most loving thing one can do for another is to give themselves completely over to the one they love. It gives that person such power that nearly anything is possible.”
Byron had completely lost Jared’s track, but kept quiet, listening to his impassioned voice.
“I have brought you here to perform a magical ceremony with me. Think of it as my religion’s version of marriage. Under the full moon I will ask you if you are willing to give yourself over to me completely. Mind, body and soul. For the ceremony to work, you will have to mean it. In here. Inside your heart. It will bind us together for all eternity.”
This time Byron couldn’t choke back the tears, and he didn’t even try. Jared leaned over and wiped the wet streaks from his step-brother’s face. After all of his years of wait, Byron’s greatest dreams were about to come true. Byron knew that in his heart, he had always belonged to Jared. Now his step-brother was going to perform a ceremony in his own religion to recognize the fact.
Jared continued after wiping away the tears of joy.
“I won’t lie to you though Byron. By giving yourself to me this way, joined by magic, you will have to obey me. And I have no intentions of having a monogamous relationship. I need women in their own special way. But you will be first and foremost among all my other lovers. Will you accept my proposal?”
Byron smiled at his step-brother. He didn’t mind sharing Jared’s flesh with others. Monogamy had never been a part of his lifestyle anyway. All he wanted was Jared. Any way he could have him was good enough. Byron was even willing to go so far as to help him pick up women. Just as long as he could feel Jared inside of him, feel him sleeping next to his body, feel his hard cock squirting its seed deep within his body.
“I do.”
Jared smiled at Byron and leaned over him. Their mouths met and locked, tongues intertwining. Byron spread his legs, opening his short skirt to Jared’s probing fingers. Sucking in his breath at the feel of the large fingers on his stocking clad thigh, Byron leaned back. Jared followed him down and the two lay together in their passion. Byron reached up and undid the buttons of Jared’s shirt, tugging it out of his jeans. As Jared kissed and bit his neck, Byron ran his hands over the thickly muscled back of his step-brother.
Unable to wait anymore, Byron lifted his legs and Jared lay between them. Licking his fingers to wet them, Byron used his saliva to wet Jared’s cock as it sprang free from his pants. With his skirt hiked up and his thong pulled to one side, Byron panted in lust. He felt Jared’s swollen head press up against him, then he was in. Jared’s thrusts were long and gentle at first, as the step-brothers kissed while joined. Slowly his pace increased. Breaking their kiss, Jared held his body up on the couch as he started to pound Byron. For his part, Byron pulled his legs closer to his body and spread them wider. With each thrust from his step-brother, Byron’s cock wagged in his own face. Bent over double like that, he could nearly suck his own seven inch cock.
Lost in the pleasant burning sensation of the thick cock inside of him, Byron could feel his orgasm approaching. As Jared began to thrust as deep and as hard as possible, Byron lost it. His cock sprayed thick white cum all over his own face. The first spurt hit his forehead and ran down his nose. The second and third got in his hair and on his cheek. Another spurt flew into his open mouth, which set him off once again. By the time Jared grunted and buried himself completely inside of his step-brother’s asshole, Byron’s face was a thick sticky mess. Jared stayed inside of Byron while the latter, staring Jared in the eyes, used his fingers to spoon the sperm from his face into his mouth.
With his large hands on Byron’s legs behind his knees, Jared slowly pulled himself out. Byron’s asshole stayed open for a minute and some cum leaked slowly down his crack. With a seductive smile, Byron reached between his legs and scooping it up, he sucked it from his fingers. Jared grinned at Byron and the two collapsed together in exhaustion.
* ****
The next day went by quickly for both men. Byron felt Jared get up early but other than to say goodbye he didn’t leave the bed. His watch told him that it was one in the afternoon when he finally came out of bed. Knowing that they were hours from the nearest soul, Byron wandered around the small cabin naked. A cooler supplied him with some milk for a small bowl of cereal. Once finished his breakfast, Byron explored the house.
He found a couple of framed pictures of himself around the cabin, and one in particular stood out. In it Byron was marching in the annual gay pride parade in Vancouver. He was dressed to the nines as a woman. How his step-brother had gotten a hold of this picture was beyond Byron’s thinking.
In it he was walking down the street dressed in his sexiest women’s lingerie. White silk stockings were held up by a white garter, over top of this were a pair of sheer white thongs. A white laced bra was stuffed with a couple pairs of socks. A pair of fingerless lace gloves covered both forearms up to his elbows. Over all this he wore a sheer white nightgown. His hair was done in two long braids down each side and his make-up was perfect. On his feet were a pair of six inch stiletto heels. He had looked so sexy that he had gotten laid three times that day.
Byron had been drunk when he had made a dare with a friend of his, and had dressed up as a result of the dare. That someone had taken his picture, and that his step-brother had gotten his hands on it amazed Byron. He had no idea how Jared had acquired the picture, but he intended to find out.
Spending the rest of the day lounging about, Byron quickly became bored. He started to fantasize about his upcoming wedding night. As he had no idea about anything of his step-brother’s religion he instead focused his energy on the wedding night sex. In his fantasies, he and Jared were bound together in their flesh, their souls becoming one as they coupled. The sex was incredible and full of joy and ecstacy and love. Byron knew that he would spend the night doing anything asked of him, anything to please Jared.
Before he knew it, the sky had started to get dark. Jared came in the small cabin and smiled at Byron.
“You should have a shower, make sure you are nice and clean for tonight. Let me show you where you can clean up.”
Byron put on a housecoat and grabbed a towel and small bag before he followed Jared out the door. He led the way down a path that was behind the house that led into the trees. A couple of minutes later Byron saw the ‘bathroom’. A shower head was attached to a tree, the floor of the ‘shower’ was some cunningly cut smooth stones that allowed the water to run away while keeping the dirt from someone’s feet. About six feet away from this was a big metal cylinder that must have reached a good fifteen feet in the air. Byron could smell smoke and saw that the bottom of the cylinder had a small door in it with a faint glow coming from inside.
“The water is the perfect temperature right now. I had a shower earlier. I’ll leave the lamp for you. When you have finished, go back to the house and put on something to wear for tonight’s ceremony. I’ll be by at eleven o’clock to get you.”
Without another word Jared left. Byron took off his robe and stepped onto the rocks. They were wet and cold on his feet. He shivered in the light breeze and reached up to undo the clamp. The warm water felt delicious to Byron as it ran over his skin. Despite how much he loved the feeling of it, Byron was glad to wash off his step-brother’s cum. He didn’t feel so stiff anymore. There was a bar of soap in a small carved out part of the tree, and Byron lathered it up. As he washed Byron listened to the sounds around him.
It seemed so quiet, compared to Vancouver. All he could hear was the light breeze through the leaves of the trees, the occasional snap from the fire in the metallic water heater and the splashing of the running water. It felt strange to be showering in the open like this, exposed to anyone who might happen by. Byron started to get aroused by the thought. Maybe his step-brother was in the bushes watching him.
Byron laughed out loud, startling himself. Grinning at his own foolishness, Byron reached into his bag and brought out his enema. He wanted to make sure he was really clean for tonight.
* *****
The two brothers stood naked in a clearing about twenty feet across. In the center of it was a big stone table about five feet long and four feet wide. It was just over three feet high and looked to be hastily carved. The top of it was smooth though. As Byron looked at it, he could find no flaws at all. An open book rested on the top, written in a language Byron had never seen before. Jared had no trouble with it though. The strange words rolled easily from his tongue. Other than the book, the top of the stone table was bare except for two items. The first was a leather collar with metallic studs the length of it. The second was a golden chalice. It was simply made, without the usual jewels or gems, and appeared to have been crafted by novice hands. That didn’t matter though. What was inside of it was what counted. It contained a dark liquid that Jared had used on Byron’s naked skin. Byron had been painted with strange symbols all over his body using the liquid made from his blood, Jared’s blood and a few other items he hadn’t recognized. Even though he knew what part of it was made from, the paint hadn’t disgusted Byron at all. In fact, he had found the hint of sweetness in the smell of it slightly intoxicating.
As he had been prepared in the hour before the full moon was at its height in the sky, Byron knew exactly what was required of him. He stood naked waiting for the signal that he was to begin to dress. The words Jared was speaking started to make Byron feel invigorated and docile all at once. He started to believe that maybe the magic was real after all. It didn’t matter to Byron though. All he wanted was Jared. He didn’t feel that he needed a magical ceremony to do as Jared wanted, but if it made his step-brother happy, then Byron was more than willing.
Jared made the pre-arraigned signal and Byron began to dress. First he rolled the white silk stockings up each of his smooth legs. He was careful not to pull as he had been warned not to smudge any of the paint. Smiling when he was finished, Byron looked to Jared who nodded. He had managed to get them on without problem.
Byron hooked the stockings in place with a matching garter belt, then put on a bra. It was a ‘C’ cup, Byron had always thought that transvestites who tried to go for a ‘D’ or bigger were overdoing it. Then Byron pulled on the white lace gloves without the fingers. Smiling to himself, Byron had realized as Jared had gone through his clothing that the outfit was very similar to the one he had been wearing in the picture Jared had framed in his cabin.
Finished putting on the clothing Jared had picked, Byron stood quietly waiting for the next signal. Jared’s voice seemed to be taking control of Byron’s body. It felt like something was wrapping him in warm blankets. The feeling was quite interesting, and was getting stronger. All of a sudden it felt like the warm covering sank into Byron’s skin. The sensation was so strange and arousing that Byron climaxed immediately. Just about to apologize, Byron choked it off when he remembered Jared’s warning that he wasn’t to talk before the right time. He looked down at himself and noticed that all of the strange symbols that had been so carefully drawn on him were gone. Byron once again had to choke off his questions.
Getting the next signal, Byron went to his knees before Jared. Jared lifted the studded collar from the table and held it high into the air. Moonlight gleamed from the metallic studs, and as Byron watched it almost seemed like it was glowing faintly with it own light. Blinking to clear his eyes, Byron once again looked at the collar and the glow was gone.
Jared brought the collar down and held it in open palms in front of Byron. Knowing what was expected, Byron took the collar and snapped it in place around his neck. Once in place, Byron held his hands clasped in front of himself and bowed his head. Again the warm feeling washed over Byron, this time centered around the collar. As it intensified, Byron waited for the feeling of it sinking into him. As it came, so did his orgasm, much more powerfully this time. Ready for it this time, Byron just panted and stared down at his ejaculate in the dirt. He resisted the temptation to feel around his neck, but he suspected that the collar was gone.
Jared signaled Byron for the final time, and knowing what was expected of him, Byron turned around and lay his face in the dirt. He had already lubed his asshole for what was about to come. He felt Jared place his engorged cock against his asshole and Byron knew it was time. He was expected to show his submission completely to Jared, show his devotion by milking his step-brother’s seed without help. Byron was in his glory. He knew that it wasn’t going to be a problem.
Byron pushed himself slowly back onto Jared’s thick cock until he felt the thick coarse hair against his asshole. Then he began to rock back and forth. At first it was a leisurely rhythm, but slowly Byron began to unconsciously time his backward thrusts in beat with the almost rhythmic chants from Jared. Grinding himself back on the hot flesh, Byron didn’t even realize he was speaking at first.
Giving himself completely over to Jared, Byron lost himself in the sensations. He could hear, smell and feel better than he had ever before. He could smell the sweat beginning to form on his step-brother’s face. He could hear the sound of the dirt being scraped beneath their knees. Byron could even feel each thick veins of Jared’s cock in his asshole. The words coming from Byron’s mouth weren’t English, but he understood them all the same. He chanted the same thing over and over.
“I give my defiled body to you, to make it pure. Possess my unworthy body, to show me to greatness. Claim my tainted soul, for I offer it freely. My heart is yours forever.”
Over and over Byron chanted the words, never once questioning how he knew how to speak the strange language. He heard the change in breathing behind his, felt Jared’s pulse quicken through the flesh deep inside him. Picking up his pace, Byron fucked back onto his step-brother’s cock for all he was worth. He knew instinctively that he had to lay claim to the right to be Jared’s mate, and Byron would let nothing stop him from attaining it. He had wanted this, needed it for years and the chant he had taken up echoed the words he spoke in his heart.
Byron came when Jared did, the pulsing cock in his ass setting off his own orgasm. When he felt the last shudder of the hard cock inside him the pain hit. It felt as though his entire body was being ripped apart. Byron’s entire skin felt as though on fire, his bones seemed to be melting. As he collapsed to the ground in too much agony to move or even scream, Byron could hear what sounded like a loud pop. He realized half-consciously that it was the sound of Jared’s cock pulling out of his asshole.
The waves of pain that rocked his body seemed to go on for years, when in reality they last mere seconds. Finally the pain subsided, and Byron lay on the ground panting. He barely felt the golden chalice as it scraped up the side of his ass, collecting the cum dripping from his asshole.
Jared gently rolled Byron over and knelt beside him. He stirred the fluid with a finger and holding Byron’s head in a hand, told him to drink. Jared poured the dark liquid down Byron’s throat. Unable to find the strength to resist, Byron was forced to swallow the liquid. He felt like vomiting, as he knew what it was made from, but something inside warned him that doing so could be very dangerous. Choking back the urge, Byron gasped for breath.
“What the hell was that?” Byron asked. His words shocked him. He was speaking English again, but the voice was much higher, and very feminine.
The surprise on Byron’s face was obvious, and Jared smiled. Instead of answering, he gestured to Byron’s body. Looking down, the first thought that came into Byron’s mind was, my skin is still there. Then the true shocker hit him.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?!”
The lacy white bra he had been wearing was a lot dirtier than before, the result of his chest being against the ground during their fuck. The real surprise to Byron though was that instead of just hanging there, the C-cup’s were full. Byron stared in amazement at his full cleavage. His hands found the flesh and the shivers that were sent up his spine as he caressed them told him that it wasn’t an illusion. They were firm and high on his chest.
“What have you done?” Byron asked in amazement.
“I have given you what you have always dreamed of. Sort of. See, I needed something out of this too. Feel free to check out your other gifts as well.”
Byron pulled himself up with a hand on the stone table and stood on shaky feet. The full moon combined with a clear sky gave him more than enough light to see by. Always a thin person, now Byron had a slightly more muscular frame, though it was obviously feminine. Sleek muscles stood out in his abdomen, and his thighs were thicker but not too much more. Byron’s thin hips had spread a bit more, giving him much more feminine shape. Even his hands and feet seemed smaller and more womanly.
“I have changed you a little bit, to suit my needs and your desires. I hope you like it.”
Byron smiled at his step-brother. Tears welled up in his eyes. “Thank you so much Jared.”
Jared smiled. “You are welcome. But this isn’t all, look lower.”
Byron ran his hands over his body, feeling and loving the new shape of his body. He got to his cock and was slightly shocked to find himself still hard. All the pain he had experienced hadn’t taken away his arousal. He reached behind his own back and undid the bra. Letting it fall to the ground, Byron examined his new breasts. The silver rings in his nipples made them stand out, nearly a half inch long and rock hard. The weight of the rings drew his nipples slightly down, while his breasts sat high and firm on his chest. He squeezed them and found his nipples to be extremely sensitive. Byron reached lower, his hand trailing seductively over his stomach. He got back to his cock and played with a little, and was shocked to discover that it was quite a bit shorter. He seemed to have lost a good inch or more. His balls seemed smaller as well, and his entire package seemed to have moved upwards up his body a bit. Byron thought that maybe he was still woozy a bit from the whole experience. When his finger brushed lower towards his asshole, his eyes shot wide open and his jaw dropped. Feeling around to make sure, Byron looked at Jared with an almost comical expression.
“Yes Byron, I added that too.”
As he felt around some more, Byron started to get a mental picture of what he felt. He could feel moisture coming from under his balls, but at first tried to explain that away as cum leaking from his asshole. Try as he might though, Byron couldn’t explain the rest away. There was two soaked ridges topped by a little round bud at the top. He knew what it wasn’t, as he had felt his leaking asshole a second earlier. His step-brother had given him a pussy!
“Holy shit! What the fuck is going on!?!”
“You didn’t believe me, but it doesn’t matter if you do or not Byron. All that matters is that I do. You gave yourself over to me, and the spell took over from there. You are mine now, to do with as I please.”
“What do you mean? I thought you said this was a marriage ceremony. I thought you loved me!”
“Byron, Byron, Byron. I said a kind of marriage. And the truth is that I do love you. My feelings for you have surprised even me. I’ll have to change my plans now. But no matter. We have been joined by my magic, and you have to obey, no matter what I ask.”
“What did you do?”
“Well, I cast three spells on you. The first was when you came. I’m sure you noticed all of my symbols were gone, didn’t you? Well, it was a spell of permancy. I asked you to remove all your body hair for a reason. You will stay exactly the way you are right now until the day you die. You won’t gain weight, grow hair or age. You won’t even die of old age. Nothing short of massive body trauma will kill you. We are effectively immortal right now Byron. I have joined our souls into immortality. I’m exactly the same as you. I won’t age or change in any way, unless I cast another spell to purposely change us. Think about what I have given you. You will walk beside me forever, unable to die as we go throughout history as watchers and controllers.
“The second of the spells was the collar. By putting it on of your own free will, a symbol of my mastery over you, you accepted my control. The spell looked into your soul and saw that you did this of your own free will, you willingly accepted my domination. It wouldn’t have worked without you approval. I knew from years ago how you felt about me, and to tell you the truth Byron, I used your feelings. I am truly sorry about that part, but nothing can be done now to remove it. If I die Byron, then you will too.
“You have seen the effects of the third spell. I changed you for two reasons. The first I have told you already. The second is that certain spells will only work on the opposite sex. You are both now, albeit sterile as a man and as a woman. For the purposes of magic however, that doesn’t matter. All of my spells will work on you, and through you to either of the sexes.
“The real question now though, is how you wish to serve me. I am giving you this one last chance to have free will. The spell I have used to partially change your sex is still active, in enough time, you will become completely a woman. I can stop it, even reverse the effects, but you are only useful to me two ways. As you are now, in which I can keep you as my firstborn Familiar, or as a woman, to bear me a child I will raise to be my Familiar. Which will it be?”
Byron’s head swam with everything Jared had told him. He hadn’t believed in the magic at first, but Jared was right about his devotion. Byron had willingly given himself over to Jared a long time ago.
“What is a Familiar?”
Jared smiled. “A Familiar is a creature of magic. Most Mages or witches or shamans need tools of some kind to work their magic. An item enspelled for instance, or lines drawn in a special kind of sand. But with a Familiar, a mage doesn’t need anything like that. You are to be my special tools. Through you I will work to see my goals realized.”
“What is your plan? What is it you are trying to do?”
“I want to amass some wealth, I want more of the Books of Seven, and eventually I want to become a god.”
“A what?”
“A god Byron. It is possible. It has been done in the past. If enough people believe that you are no longer human, it will come true. I wish to start my own religion, one that worships me as a god. My Familiars will be raised up with me to become my heralds, Angels if you want to think of it in those terms. I am not the first to have done this. Throughout history many have tried, though few have succeeded.”
“What are the Books of Seven?”
“This book here is the first of the Seven. It is a book detailing how to create a Familiar. I won’t tell you how long I have studied it, but I knew that I had the perfect opportunity. I required someone willing to give me their soul. Someone who’s love for me had no reservation. That would be you. If you had any doubts, any qualms about doing so, both of us would be in Hell right now. I used the spell to steal a portion of power from a very dangerous and powerful daemon. Well, it was until I took his power anyway. I suppose that I have created quite the upheaval in Hell. All those daemons struggling to fill the void I’ve created.
“Anyway, the Books of Seven are the original magical tomes. All other magic is of lesser importance. Voodoo, black magic, everything that is still practiced are lesser magics. That doesn’t mean they aren’t useful, just less powerful. Only those who use the Books of Seven are true Mages. The rest of the magic users are just children compared to our power. This book details the abilities each of the other tomes give. What it doesn’t say is what will happen if one person collects all seven. I believe that the power of the Mage increases exponentially with each book he or she possesses.
“The books are fascinating in their own right. I feel that they are sentient to an extent, that they choose their own destiny. Who comes to posses them, when they lose them, and who is worthy. I don’t think I found this book by accident, Byron. I think it found me.”
“Jared, this is a little much to take in. I mean, you want to become a god, books of magic that are real, what you have done to me. I’m just a cook. I thought you wanted to get together with me, have some incredible sex and laughs while we grew old together. Now I find out that I’m immortal? This is a bit much…” Byron held his head in his hands. “What do you want from me?”
“Byron,” Jared reached over and lifted his chin, “I do love you. I will take care of you. Think of it this way. I have a new job, you are going to be my assistant in that job, but like all jobs, it isn’t a twenty-four hour, seven days a week kind of deal. We will have lots of amazing sex and laughs and probably even a few tears. What I want from you is a choice. Just a simple answer. Do you want to stay the way you are now, or do you wish to become a woman so you can help me breed my true Familiar?”
Byron thought about it all. He sat down on the grass beside the stone table and leaned up against it. With his elbows on his knees and his hands on his head, he thought about everything. Despite everything that Jared had told him, it really did boil down to the last things Jared had said. It was a relationship, though a strange one, one in which Byron was sure would be very exciting. Byron’s true dilemma though was that he wanted children. He was gay, yes. But he loved kids and always wanted some of his own. Here Jared was offering him a chance in a lifetime, but Byron knew that once he had given birth, his importance to Jared would be over. He knew there was only one thing to do if he wanted to stay as a important part of Jared’s life.
“I’d like to remain the way I am please.”
Jared smiled and held out his hand for his step-brother. Byron took it and was helped to his feet. Jared pulled Byron into a tight embrace and whispered soothing words into his ear. Kissing Byron on his ear, Jared broke the hug.
“Thank you Byron. I knew that I could count on you. Now, there are a couple of this I need to tell you. First of all, you need to change your name. You don’t look like a Byron anymore…”
Byron laughed at that. His body had indeed changed a lot in the last twenty minutes or so.
“… and the more important reason is that your true name can give power over you to another. Same as me. I need a new name, and you must do your best to forget mine. You have a tattoo on you ass, remember? That is the name I have chosen as my Mage-name.”
“Stormbringer?”
“Yes. You now will choose your name Anything you want, and it is yours. When you dress up, what do you like to be called?”
“Well, I usually use a variation on my real name, something like Byronica or Georgia, as you know my middle name is George.”
“Georgia, I like that. Byronica is too close to your real name, someone could guess that easily. Do you object?”
“No, I always liked that one.”
“Good. Now I need to add some more spells to you. They will help you with your duties to me later, but I’ll be honest. Most of them will be like the first couple you experienced. You will experience a very pleasurable felling wash over you. But the last will be very painful, though I doubt it will be as bad as the first time you felt the pain. For some reason, this spell causes pain to you the first time it is cast. It is so you can take others strength and make it your own. To be a bodyguard, you must be able to protect me, and lets face it Georgia, you aren’t that physically strong. I can change this. You will go out and find men, strong, powerful men and while they fuck you, you can take their strength. At the point of their orgasm, their entire life-force will enter you through your new pussy. I will be immune to this effect, but only me. On occasion I may find it necessary to allow other to take you that way, but for now, you will only allow those inside you that will make you stronger.”
Georgia smiled to himself. While being helpless and in someone else’s control was exciting for him in the bedroom, the part that Georgia had always hated was that other could push him around outside of it as well. The thought of being in control, being able to be the one pushing others around appealed to him. A small part of him didn’t like the fact others would have to die for this to happen, but Georgia wanted this too much to say no.
“I’ll do it.”