GHOST LIGHT ORACLES: Part 3
by: Zane Hunter Green
ZaneG7@excite.com.
The next morning, with nothing resolved as far as Logan's future was concerned Brian decided that they would go to a Halloween party or two that night. That procrastinated the need to make a permanent decision about Logan's fate for one more day. After breakfast they sorted through a parcel of glow-in-the -dark skeleton bones deciding how to attach them to two black nylon jumpsuits.
"Look at all these boners." Logan chortled as he juggled a few bones in the air."
"So any brilliant ideas on how to attach them Igor? The costume rental shops will be sold out of all their decent costumes by now unless we want to dress up as dill pickles or Barbie Dolls? What were you last year?"
"Nothing, It's nice of you to do this for me Brian. It makes me forget about my Mom and Derrick."
"Are you worried about them?"
"I almost forget all about them. Does that sound horrible I'll probably never see them again? I love you now more than I ever loved them Brian."
"How can you say that? Logan, we only met yesterday. I am flattered but what happened last night wasn't love...
"What does a boy know about love? Is that what you mean to say. It's just a word right?" Logan said angrily.
"Right, it's just a word..."
"You've never loved anyone, have you Brian?"
"There have been a few."
"Was it love or lust?"
"How old are you anyway?"
"Much older than you, Brian know matter what you think."
Logan got a strange look in his gorgeous dark blue-purple eyes. It was as if he figured out a difficult problem that had been disturbing him. Then his face transformed into that of a very impish and sexy boy. He looked at Brain through eyes that went from the fullness of innocence to the half crescents of a creature ready to toil with and seduce his prey. Brian started cursing himself. He was sure that he lusted after the boy, even dressed in a pair of jeans and baggy tee shirt, he was lovely. Brian didn't know exactly what he wanted to do with the boy but he was so overwhelmed that he wished he could take the boy back to where he found him and leave him, forgetting for good that he had ever seen him. As this went through his mind he moved a shadows throw from the boy.
He thought he heard Logan whisper "Is that what you want me to do Brian, get lost? When you find your way back I'll be waiting for you. I promise."
The boy dropped an acrylic skeleton bone he was holding, and made a move forward. He face glowed as he pressed his lips upward to Brain's lips. The kiss was warm and receptive begging for more, just another.
The boy was good at what he did; the boy knew how to suck cocks but this time he wanted Brian to do the same for him. He pulled down his pants, and then his underwear. "Please Brian, I want you to taste me!"
"Brian didn't resist him, he bent down and took the tender knob of the boy's maleness in his mouth. He was doing things with this boy, that he should be doing with a man. Logan moaned and bucked as the action made his small penis feel like a warm sweet morsel, it grew in size from the ministrations, but it was still just a mouthful. Brian wanted to make the boy feel good, so he tried to create a vacuum with his lips. The boy was already highly excited. He started to mummer strange words, and pull at Brian's blond hair. The boy started to spurt, first a few drops and then a stream of clear, tumescent nectar. It tasted like salty gingersnaps.
As soon as Brian decided that he loved the flavor of this boy, he no longer felt him. It was as if the essence of boy had caused him to start hallucinating...
He didn't know where he was for a minute. It was dark, and he wasn't alone. It was also cold. It made him shiver. He felt smaller, and full of energy. He put his hand against his chin, and it felt smooth and hairless. He wasn't with Logan anymore; he was with a much older man. He was saying something and it took a few seconds for Brian to even know he was talking to him.
"Come-on boy I didn't pay good money for you to stand here and day dream. Take off your clothes. "
He realized now that instead of his warm house, with soft autumn sun coming through the window he was in a field of dead leaves and brambles. It was so chilly. Brian didn't have any desire to follow the man's command. The man was rough and his hands were chapped from labour.
"I was told that if you didn't obey me I might have to take the switch to you. I need to seed this field, so it comes back to life in the springtime. I guess I should have taken a girl tonight, but you were the prettiest one. Enough talk we both have a job to do. You undress while I speak with the fairy folk.
Brian stood up to run away from the man but the man was ready for that. Somehow the man out-weighted him by 65 stone or so. He would be crushed if the man got on top of him. The man grasped his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he felt a hand enfold his genitals.
"So you are boy, I hope you're old enough to spurt."
The man quickly unbuttoned Brian's pants, he wasn't wearing silk boxers, in fact there was nothing between him and the course fabric. The man started to rub and play with his penis, the hand tugged him quickly, and it felt like fine-sand paper was polishing his tender skin. It felt good but the price he would pay would be it's red rawness. As the man masturbated him the man called out, come little people from your home beyond the fields, this feast I offer you, to keep you full on this night when the dead and fairy folk walk in great hunger.
The man seemed to believe his crazy words. "Come boy, now I need to flood the fields. It is your luck that just looking at you has made my cock rise up, so all you need to do is bend over the wall. I'll do the rest. The man was oddly modest; he forced Brian to lean over the low drywall that ran through the harvested field while he undressed so Brian had no idea what was going to be inserted in him. He guessed from the man's stature and large hands it was going to be a monster. Brian felt the wind on his bum. The man used his large hands to spread his crack, so his hole was forced to open slightly. With his own body he wouldn't have felt the discomfort when the man impaled him with a forceful finger, but this small body was tense and tight.
It felt painful, but the man was impatient to fuck him. He cried out as a second finger slid in. and the third finger was forced in shortly after. Brian whimpered as the man worked on his hole, pounding away at it to stretch it so it would be wide enough to use as a receptive for the large man root that was suddenly being pressed against him. He shut his eyes as he felt the large head ram it's way on the path the fingers had departed. The man however knew how to relax him, and the finger massage of his prostate had caused him to have an orgasm, which served to soften his sphincter muscles. Even so the man took him rough and dry. Brian had to bite his lip as the head finally entered his rectum, the shaft followed. The man stayed still for a few seconds giving Brian a chance to adjust to the pressure inside of him which made his bowels want to explode. Then the mighty piston erupted. The man's ball slapping against Brian's smooth butt. The man gave it to him hard and fast. He was moaning and about to cum when he pulled quickly out. Brian felt suddenly achy but empty; he twisted around in time to see the man spurting drops of milky cum over the hay covered ground as he grunted with pleasure. Even softening the man had a horse-sized prick.
Brian took the opportunity to make a dash for it before the man decided to use him again. He grabbed his clothes, and stumbled as he straightened out from the position the man had placed him in. His butt was sore inhibiting his movement for the first few moments but he was able to flee. He stumbled through the fields to the woods beyond, naked as a buck; his clothes streaming behind him like a flying ghost. He over heard the man yelling at him.
"Come back whore!"
There was no way he was going back although he had no idea where he was running to
The trees scratched his naked flesh, but he wasn't going to lose precious seconds dressing. He ran on his bare feet as unaffected by the trail as if they were a pair of hiking boots. He gulped with relief as he realized that only his body had changed, his memories were in tack. He thought about what Logan had said to him...before he was transferred into this nightmare...that he would be there waiting for him.
He had to stop and take a rest. He didn't hear sounds behind him so he gathered that the farmer never followed him. He put his clothes back on and sat down on a fallen log wondering how long he would spend in this conscience. He didn't have much time to think before he heard a pack of dogs. They were flying towards him barking loud enough to curd his heart. He froze thinking if he ran the dogs might tear him apart. There was something about their bark that reminded him more of a wolf's howl.
The dogs surrounded him. They didn't look like dogs, more like a breed that was half fox and half bear. The alpha dog, leading the pack looked like he was ready to leap up and grab Brian's throat, suddenly a warm alto voice ordered the animals to sit. The young man who ordered the demon-dogs dismounted from a steed and walked over to Brian. "What have we here, an elf or a runaway." He looked at a print on the shirt Brian was wearing. Brian had barely noticed the design of a snake swallowing it's own tail forming the letter O. "So you belong to one of the brothels. Must be the Orgasms. I should take you back. I wouldn't want them loosing money over your disappearance. I depend on the taxes of all the businesses from Kerfields. If the brothels start to lose money how will I pay my soldiers. Come boy, I'm going to take you back."
Brian wanted to run but the man seemed to read his mind and pointed to the dogs. The man picked him up easily and placed him on the horse. As he was doing this others rode into the clearing.
"What kind of game bird is that Logan? "
"A lost boy, I'm taking him back to town."
"He's a sweet little delicacy isn't he, we could have some fun with him tonight."
"You know I don't sex with whores. He goes back to his owner. You keep the dogs and finish the night hunt. I promised the King we'd be bringing back breakfast."
"Maybe your father would like the boy brought to his bed instead of boarmeat at the table. He's far prettier than your father's calamities."
The man called Logan laughed. Still holding Brian in his muscular arms. "This boy might affect my father's heart. He looks to be a lively little sprite. No my father is better off with his chubby little playmates. I have no desire to be King yet. You go on now. I'm taking this boy back."
Brian was place close to the horse's neck, and Logan got on behind him. The man's hands were reassuring as he held Brian steady. The horse seemed almost to glide in the air, and Brian looked down horrified. What kind of place was this anyway?
Logan spoke to him. "It is too bad you're not freeborn, but I cannot take the property of another. Poor boy, I think if I had to work in a brothel I would run away as well. At least in my town the brothels treat their whores humanly. They have a code they must follow. I will tell your whorehouse not to punish you at all. That is all I can do. Maybe if my men hadn't seen you, I could help you run away but it is too late for that. Besides I've been told that once a boy has been broken in he craves the life of the houses. You are such a quiet one. I like that about you. Maybe someday I'll break my pledge and come and hire you. Would you like that?
Brian had no words to say. He was still in shock that he was so young. He noticed that the man had his Logan's coloring. The long chestnut hair, and those unusual eyes. When Logan grew up he would look like this man. It didn't make sense at all.