Old Valley Road Hotel

---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Nifty Readers, If you enjoy this story or others on Nifty, please send a generous donation to Nifty.org at 'http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html' to help support and maintain this free service full of wonderful stories so it may continue to remain available to everyone.

Thank you all, Wombat ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The name of this part is a line from the song 'Lanterns' by the Birds of Tokyo. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Running through my head as I'm writing this is the Jimmy Barnes song 'Working Class Man'. ----------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------ Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 39. ------------------------------------

---------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 99: In darkness I leave for a place I've never seen ----------------------------------------------------------------------

Paul borrowed Dustin's blue 1985 Holden VK Commodore with the 5-litre (308 cu in) V8 motor and drove it to Sydney. He was on a mission. Gabriel passed him a mind tag on Drake Ridley, the target of his mission.

Hal had informed Paul that Drake had no television appearances booked for several months. Currently Drake was free of any important engagements. He was currently unemployed, not that that mattered. Drake was a rich man. He could live off his investments indefinitely.

Paul stayed the night at Hope House in Kings Cross. The next day was a hot and humid Sydney day in early March.

That morning at Hope House, Paul did not shave. He added a soft luxuriant dark blond moustache to his upper lip. He also added a soft stubble equivalent to about three days' growth on the lower part of his face. He removed his armpit hair. He ensured the rest of his body was completely hairless including his cock, balls and anus but left a dense dark blond mat of pubic hair that trailed from his cock up to his navel. The pubic hair he trimmed to about a centimetre (half an inch). He left his thick dark blond eyebrows alone. He did not change his crew-cut soft dense golden blond hair.

Paul pulled on a brief, close-fitting, low-slung pair of shorts made of thick faded blue denim. They showed off his magnificent upper body, nearly all his massively muscular thighs and his splendid rounded hard buttocks. He wore no underpants. A visible trail of dark blond hair led up from the belt to his belly button. His mother would have definitely disapproved. The shorts were held in place by a wide brown leather belt. On his feet he wore big yellow leather work boots with thick dark blue socks rolled down to the boot tops. He wore no shirt.

Paul was advised to shrink his penis from its superman-sized proportions to the somewhat less intimidating length when erect of ten and a half inches (27 cm) and thickness of two and three quarter inches (7 cm). It was still a very big penis that would really fill a man's anus and rectum. It still made an outstanding bulge in the front of his shorts.

The people in Hope House wolf-whistled him. They remarked that Paul looked like he might be gay or swing both ways. That suited Paul. The people commented that Paul would pull in any gay man in the vicinity as well as any women.

The finishing touch Paul wore was a good pair of aviator-style sunglasses.

Soon after Dustin had arrived at Ringtail Springs in his Holden Commodore, Rory and his crew had done up the car. They corrected any faults and fixed any problems they found in the car but Dustin did not want it hotted up too much. The gang still just warmed it up a bit and fitted a nice-sounding extractor exhaust system. Rory insisted on blue-printing the V8 and uprating it a little. Any wear was fixed. Any bits of rust were removed. The crew fitted a central locking system. The final result was that the car was totally reliable. It appeared to have been well looked after and kept in a garage for all the nearly seventeen years of its life. Its bodywork was immaculate. Paul liked the car because it had five forward gears on the floor and plenty of go. The V8 revelled in being worked hard.

Paul drove eastwards from Kings Cross in the Commodore. He got onto New South Head Road. The sun was in his eyes and he was glad of his sunglasses even though he was a superman. The traffic was still quite heavy. He drove along New South Head Road through Double Bay, the exhaust of the V8 burbling behind him. Women looked at him. As soon as he caught their eye, they would look away hurriedly. He caught their thoughts that he might be a very sexy but dangerous bit of rough, not for 'nice girls'. Their mothers would not approve. The women observed that the very muscular Paul was driving shirtless in a V8 VK Commodore, the hoons' and boy-racers' favourite. It was definitely a working class man's car.

Paul continued on New South Head Road past Point Piper into Rose Bay, the next suburb along Sydney Harbour. He drove along the waterfront on New South Head Road until he got near Drake's house. He detected that Drake was at home on the balcony of his very smart, modern, expensive and exclusive architect-designed house facing the waterfront. Drake was taking in the view over the waters of Rose Bay and the yachts at anchor. He was enjoying the morning sun lying on a lounger clad in just a pair of shorts and sunglasses.

Before Paul left Ringtail Springs, the older men in the community on Valley Road informed him that one torture club had picked up a big, powerfully muscled biker who was a Roadknight. When the biker was about to be tortured for the sexual pleasures of the club members, he erupted into a superhuman rage. He tore off his bonds as if they were tissue paper and dealt out severe beatings to the terrified club members. He then totally destroyed the torture dungeon, tore equipment off the walls and ceilings and turned all the apparatus of torture into twisted unusable junk.

There were a few other torture clubs in the city and the news raced through the members of these clubs. Since then these clubs avoided picking up Roadknights and were very wary of other big muscular bikers. The club of which Drake was a member had the same attitude.

Hal was not happy with his fellow Roadknight ripping up the torture dungeon and delivering severe beatings to the torture club members that left them with quite serious injuries. He did not lay any blame on the Roadknight member for acting in the way he did but he felt the situation could have been handled better. How, Hal had no answer. The topic aroused a lot of discussion among the members of the Order (Roadknights and Fellowship of the Way).

While Ellis prepared for his apotheosis with the help and guidance of Gabriel, the mysterious fate of his partner Doctor Bryn Powys became known. It brought to the fore the activities of these torture clubs.

Without Bryn Powys, the search for a cure for AIDS stalled. However, the progression of AIDS is currently slowed a lot by taking a cocktail of highly active antiretroviral drugs. If people continue to take these drugs for the rest of their lives, they may have a near normal lifespan. The trouble was that these drugs were expensive. Only the well-off could afford them. There is still no cure for AIDS.

There was a lot of telepathic discussion about how to deal with the torture clubs. Many preferred the non-violent options. The option preferred by Hal was to uplift these club members to supermanhood so that they resolutely turn away from their former activities.

Drake was now an influential member of his club. He was the one who killed Bryn Powys with an electric cattle prod shoved so far up Bryn's arse that it zapped his heart and stopped it. At the McBrides' New Year's Eve party, Drake made clear his attraction for Paul. Agnetha McBride was amused. The idea encouraged by Hal was that Paul have sex with Drake, hopefully switch on his telepathic sense and uplift him to be a superman.

Some, particularly those with medical training, expressed doubts. They had diagnosed Drake as a psychopath and expected that Hal's preferred approach would be impossible. Hal wanted Paul to try and see how he went uplifting Drake. Paul was an immortal superman and was invulnerable. However, he was young, still nineteen and inexperienced. He could possibly suffer some grief if things went awry. Paul was willing to give it a go with Drake. Hal sent him out with his blessing.

Drake heard the rumble of a big V8. He watched as an old blue Holden VK Commodore pulled up and parked not far from his house. His attention was riveted when he observed a huge, magnificently muscular young man with crew-cut golden blond hair get out of the car and stroll to the seawall. The man was wearing just a pair of sunglasses, a tiny pair of denim shorts, a pair of big yellow leather work boots with rolled-down dark blue socks and nothing else. No shirt. The man's glorious suntanned torso, arms and legs were in full view. There was nothing covering them. The man looked a real sun-bronzed Aussie.

The man placed his hands on the sea wall and gazed out across the water. Drake picked up his binoculars and focused them on the man. He just about drooled as he examined the extraordinary muscularity of the man's bare back and arms. He delighted in the man's perfect bubble butt. He fantasised about the anus that lay between those splendid butt cheeks. He rejoiced in the man's slim hard muscular waist and the man's thick wide lats sloping up in a convex V to his wide powerful shoulders supporting those glorious arms. Drake's cock started filling out. Only very rarely had he seen a man with such an impressive physique. And this man was hot! Dripping with masculinity. He was one big burning hot super-sexy super-masculine muscleman!

Drake noted that the man had arrived in an old Holden VK V8 Commodore, a real working class man's car. Maybe the man was a bit of rough trade. That thought stirred up Drake even more. He was getting quite randy. The man was unlikely to be a bikie, let alone one of those dreaded Roadknights. He looked so working-class, probably from Sydney's western suburbs. He looked like one of those powerfully muscled well-suntanned builders' labourers stripped to the waist that Drake liked watching at work on building sites. The man was dressed like a builders' labourer too but he was bigger. He was really big. Drake struggled to recall when he last saw a man with such big muscles. And this man had it all. He was smoking hot!

Paul sent mind glyphs to Drake increasing Drake's sexual interest even more. Drake felt his cock filling out in his shorts. He wore no underpants. He had to go and talk to the man.

Drake adjusted his sunglasses, went downstairs out the front door and across the road to the man. He stood next to Paul.

"Hi," he said to Paul. "Nice out here, isn't it."

"G'day," replied Paul. "Yeah, sure is."

"How are you doing?"

"Pretty good, thanks. And you?"

"Fine thanks. It's a bloody impressive body you got there. I've never seen such big muscles in the flesh before."

Paul turned to Drake, looked him up and down and smiled. Drake had wavy black hair with dark blue eyes. He was approximately 180 centimetres (6 feet) tall with broad shoulders with a slim but muscular athletic build. He was lean with a well-defined abdominal six-pack.

"Thanks," Paul said. "You look pretty good yourself. A nice well- gymmed body I see."

"Oh, I keep myself fit", replied Drake. "You're enormous. I can't get over how big your muscles are."

"Thanks." Paul smiled a wide sexy smile that make Drake's heart beat faster. He sent mind glyphs to keep Drake's sexual interest on the boil. Drake kept thinking what a hot sexy muscleman the man was.

"Do you mind if I have a feel of those incredible arms of yours?" asked Drake.

Paul removed his hands from the wall and stood up straight. His huge arms hung relaxed by his side. He towered over Drake. He dwarfed Drake.

"Sure," he said with a wide open sexy grin.

Drake eagerly ran his hands over the bulging big muscles of Paul's huge upper arms. He delighted in the feel of the thick mass of veiny muscle in his hands.

"Such marvellous big full-bellied biceps you've got. And such mountainous triceps too. Your arms are perfection," Drake raved quietly.

"Shall I flex it for you?" asked Paul with that wide sexy grin.

"Yes," replied Drake with a degree of intensity that surprised him.

Paul lifted up his arm and flexed it. The mighty biceps bulged up like a mountain under Drake's hands. Drake's heart pounded like a trip hammer as he ran his hands over the iron-hard mass of muscle. There seemed to be no fat at all under the skin.

"God! That arm is huge! And it's solid! Solid hard lean muscle!" exclaimed Drake. "How big is it?"

"Twenty eight inches (71 cm)," replied Paul.

"Fa... ark that is big!" Drake exclaimed. "I have never seen biceps that big before. They're fucking huge! Wow!"

Unable to restrain himself, he kissed that mighty mound of muscle. Paul smiled down at him as Drake continued kissing and running his hands over that biceps muscle with rising fervour.

Then Drake ran his hands over Paul's naked torso. He relished feeling the thick bulging plates of pectoral muscle and the bulky masses of muscle on Paul's back. He gloried in the feel of the mountainous ten- pack of Paul's abdominal muscles. He ran his hand up and down Paul's abdomen delighting in the feel of all that rocky hardness of the abdominal muscles under the velvety smooth thin skin. He heard Paul rumble with delight. Drake revelled in the skin on skin contact with Paul's mighty arm all the way down his bare front. He kissed the large meaty roundness of the deltoid muscle on Paul's shoulder. He felt his rock-hard cock against Paul's hand. Without thinking he thrust his cock against Paul's hand.

Paul gave Drake's cock a tweak and snorted with laughter.

"What?" asked Drake looking up at him.

"You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you," replied Paul with a cheeky grin.

"Er, yeah. Look, shall we go to my place?"

"Sure. I was wondering if you were going to ask," laughed Paul. "Where is it?"

Drake indicated his house a little further down the road on the other side.

"Nice place! It looks pretty posh," commented Paul. "I bet it's worth a bit."

"Yeah, thanks. It is," replied Drake.

Paul extracted the car keys from his pocket and pressed a button on the electronic fob. There was a clunk from the Holden Commodore as all the doors locked. Its indicator lights flashed.

"I guess we'll be a while," he said with a laugh as they crossed the road.

Drake smiled up at him. This was going better than expected. There was a delightful air of innocence about the big muscleman that Drake found strongly attractive. Drake was so filled with lust that he could barely think straight.

They walked along the footpath in front of the houses on the land side of the road.

"Drake, isn't it?" asked Paul as they neared Drake's house.

"Er, yeah," replied Drake in a moment of doubt.

"Hi," said Paul. "We met at the McBrides' New Year's Eve party in Ringtail Springs this year."

He lifted his sunglasses up into his hair and smiled down at Drake. He sent mind glyphs to Drake to enhance recognition and to blur the differences between now and then.

"I'm Paul," he said.

"Er, what...? How? I didn't know you were into other guys," remarked Drake surprised by the recognition.

"I couldn't say anything in front of Agnetha. She would have told her mother and that old bitch would have made it her mission in life to tell my parents and the rest of the town too. It would have been a mass shock horror routine all around," laughed Paul.

"Yeah, Mrs McBride is an old bitch too," commented Drake with a smile.

"You know the family?"

"Yeah. I know Agnetha pretty well. I've been to their place at Ringtail Springs a few times. Look, Paul, I had no idea you go for other guys. You hid it pretty well. How long has this been going on for?"

"Since round about then. Just me and a few mates fucking about together. We go the whole way too, like up the arse. I seem to be the fucker-in-chief these days. They all love it when I fuck them up the arse."

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise, Paul. I remember you from that party. You were that big sexy blond guy dressed to kill in those white micro-shorts showing off those magnificent thighs of yours. God! You were hot even then! Aren't you a bit bigger now?"

"Yeah, just a bit."

"Did the gay sex start when you fucked that cross-dressing political staffer up the arse until he was cross-eyed, Raymond somebody, I think?"

"Nah. A bit before then."

"Geez, that guy was in so much pain the morning after that he was just about bent double, poor bastard. Everybody picked that he had been fucked up the arse and fucked bloody hard. The politicians were laughing about it for days afterwards."

"Yeah, shame about that. I went in way too hard that night. The trouble is, he didn't let me know I was fucking him too hard. He just kept wanting more and more, like harder and harder."

"He was a silly boy! I hope you don't go in so hard these days."

"Fuck no! Let's just say I've refined my technique a lot since then. I've read up lots of stuff about anal intercourse on the Internet too, like how to do it properly. My main aim these days when I fuck a guy is to put a great big happy smile on his face and make him one very well-fucked happy chappy. Without the sore arse of course. Just a well-used arse with a real nice well-fucked feeling."

"Hmmm. Sounds good," purred Drake with a wiggle of his bottom.

He continued. "Like the moustache, Paul. It makes you look really hot. Did you have it at the New Year's Eve party?"

"Thanks," replied Paul. "I grew it after."

"Nice one!"

They reached Drake's house and up the garden path to the front door.

Drake fished his house key out of his pocket. He pressed a button on the fob. There was a click from the front door and it opened under its own power. Paul could hear the whine of electric motors.

"Nifty," he remarked.

They entered the doorway. Drake smiled and pushed the button again. The door closed behind them. Drake pushed another button and the patterned stainless steel grating in front of them slid up into the ceiling. Another grating a little way down the entrance hall also slid up into the ceiling. The two men passed under the gratings and Drake pushed the button again. The gratings fell down from the ceiling with a thump. They jiggled in place momentarily.

"Spring rubber dampers," Drake informed Paul. "That way the whole building doesn't shake when they come down. They weigh a few tons each."

He smiled at Paul and said, "Now no-one can get in or out without my say-so."

The smile became harder as he said, "You're my prisoner now, Paul."

"Sounds like fun," chuckled Paul. "What about upstairs?"

Drake's eyes glittered. "All the glass in this house is unbreakable and bullet-proof and all the windows and doors are electrically locked. This house is completely secure," he said.

"Well, I guess we won't be disturbed then," said Paul with an easy smile. "Sounds good to me."

"Paul, I admire your sang-froid. You just seem so cool."

"Yeah, that's just me I guess."

"Look, Paul, I might invite some friends over and we'll all have a good time together. You'll be a real asset, I promise you."

Paul was thankful for his telepathic sense. He gleaned from Drake the intention to get the friends to knock Paul out with tranquilisers in his drink or with a tranquiliser gun and take him over to the torture chamber in the basement of Drake's friend's house in Point Piper. It was the same place in which Bryn Powys had died. Drake intended to torture Paul to death with his friends for their sexual delectation. Paul was very big and extremely well-muscled. The torture club members would drive enormous pleasure in torturing to a slow and agonising death a young man like Paul with Paul's incredible, magnificent body.

Paul smiled sexily and said, "Nah, let's not. Let's just keep it simple. Why don't we, just the two of us have heaps of fun together. Let's not make it complicated with lots of people. Let's just keep it you and me.

"Er..." Drake started.

Paul strode over to Drake, hoisted him up in his huge arms and planted a passionate kiss on Drake's lips. Drake made muffled noises and then wrapped his legs around Paul's waist. Paul wrapped his arms around Drake's chest in a tight hug. His tongue poured in through Drake's partially open mouth and rubbed inside Drake's mouth and against Drake's tongue. Paul sent mind glyphs ramping up Drake's sexual arousal. He filled Drake with the desire to have Paul all for himself for his own enjoyment. Drake now did not want to share Paul with anyone else. He wanted Paul. He wanted Paul's big cock up his arse for his own self-indulgence. He did not want anyone else in on the act.

Paul cleaned out Drake's bowels ensuring that they were free of shit. He did not line up Drake's bowels. His penis was now not big enough to require it. It was long enough to hit the top of Drake's rectum and give him a frisson of pain at the end of each thrust of Paul's penis.

Drake went wild with lust. He grabbed the back of Paul's head and pulled him as close as he could. Their lips locked together. Drake pressed his groin into Paul's belly and humped the rock hard mounds of Paul's abdominal muscles with his stiff cock through his shorts. He snorted with passion.

He broke the kiss.

"Fuck, I'm going to come in my shorts any tick now," he panted. "Oh fuck, you're hot, Paul."

"Wanna fuck?" asked Paul with a big wide shameless grin.

"Fuck yeah," panted Drake

Paul put Drake down and looked around the big living room into which they had come. He noted the big black Steinway grand piano lurking in an alcove let into the wall.

"Where would you like to do it?" he asked.

"Here," replied Drake.

"Oh yeah. On the shag-pile?" asked Paul indicating the white rug in the middle of the polished parquet floor.

"No. Let's do it on the sofa," replied Drake pointing to the white leather upholstered sofa near the fireplace.

He eyed Paul's big stiff cock espaliered across the front of his shorts. He massaged it through the material with his hand.

Paul took a deep breath.

"Looks like a nice big one," Drake commented. "And it feels so big and hard too."

"Thanks."

Drake kicked the thongs off his feet and shucked off his shorts. He stood naked in front of Paul. His fully erect penis stuck out proudly in front.

"Very nice," observed Paul as he looked at Drake with a big wide grin.

"Permission granted to remove your clothes, Paul. Oh, can you leave your boots and socks on? I like the idea of having sex with a naked man with just his boots and socks on."

"OK," smiled Paul as he removed his shorts over his boots.

"No underpants, I see," observed Drake.

Paul laughed.

He removed his sunglasses from his hair and placed them in a pocket. He stood naked in his boots before Drake who eyed him all over.

"How about you do a double-biceps pose, Paul?" Drake asked.

Paul flexed both arms and tensed his body. His biceps rose up into mountain peaks. His pectoral muscles bulged. His abdominal ten-pack was a prominent array of symmetrical muscular mounds. His cock stood fully erect out in front. It had a slight upward curve.

"My God! You're incredible, Paul!" exclaimed Drake.

He came over and ran his hands over Paul's torso and arms. He delighted in the feel of all that huge hard muscle. He massaged Paul's cock with his hand enjoying the feel of the silky smooth skin over the thick hard shaft.

Paul breathed deeply.

Drake laughed. "Getting close?" he asked. "It's a real biggie, your cock. I haven't taken one that big before."

"Other blokes have and they really enjoyed it," replied Paul with a big shameless grin. "They keeping come back for more. And more. And I mean coming coming too!"

"Sounds good but I'm going to need plenty of lube if I'm going take that whopper of a cock of yours."

"OK. Got some?"

"Yeah. Over there in the prie-dieu. Will you get it please?" asked Drake as he sat down on the sofa.

"Come again?" asked Paul feigning ignorance.

"The prie-dieu. It's that antique seventeenth century French prayer- desk made of dark wood with the silver crucifix and candlesticks on it and the kneeler in front of it. That book on the sloping ledge, it's an antique Roman Catholic missal. If you lift that ledge up, you'll see a tube of lube underneath."

"I see."

Paul walked over to the prie-dieu. His boots clomped on the polished parquet floor.

"I love that sexy sway of your body when you walk," observed Drake. "That glorious back and sexy butt of yours are a real treat. And so are your arms and legs."

"Thanks," smiled Paul back over his shoulder.

He looked at the missal lying open on the ledge.

"That book, it looks like it's in a foreign language," he remarked.

"Yes. It's in Latin," replied Drake.

"Oh right."

Paul opened the ledge on which the book lay and looked inside the compartment.

"There're condoms in here too," he said. "Want some?"

"Don't bother. I'll risk it," replied Drake with a smirk. "I feel like doing it bareback with you."

"OK."

"I had a shit this morning so there shouldn't be too much there. Hope you don't mind a little bit of shit."

"Nah. Not a problem."

Paul picked up the tube of personal lubricant and walked back to the sofa, tossing the tube of lubricant up and down as he walked. His huge biceps flexed and bulged. His big fully erect penis swayed in front of him. Drake ogled him lasciviously.

Paul handed the tube to Drake who put it down on the arm of the sofa. He sat next to Drake, put his arm around Drake and kissed him on the lips. Drake responded eagerly. He wrapped his arms as far as he could around Paul's thickly muscled chest.

But then he broke the kiss.

He exclaimed, "God! You're a sexy creature, Paul. I'm just about to blow my load. Let's do it now."

"Sure," Paul grinned.

"OK, Paul, lie on your back on the sofa and I'll take it slowly going down on your cock."

Paul looked at his boots then at Drake.

"What about ...?" he started.

"Don't worry about your boots, Paul," said Drake. "I want you to keep them on and the sofa will be fine. Your boots can't hurt it. It's leather, you know."

"OK."

Paul stretched out full-length on the sofa. He put his hands behind his head and rested them on the other sofa arm. His huge biceps bulged up like boulders. His pectorals were like rounded plates of armour. His abdominal muscles tensed up and rose like twin mountain ranges with a rift valley dividing them.

He switched on a small force field that covered his entire body making it appear to be glistening and slippery all over. With mind glyphs he encouraged Drake to think that he had broken out into a sweat.

Drake rubbed his hands over Paul's rippling abdomen and chest, apparently slippery with sweat.

"God! You're a sexy beast, Paul!" exclaimed Drake. "I can't get over how sexy you are!"

Paul's penis stood straight up from his groin like a pillar of rock. The cockhead had become free of the foreskin.

Drake rubbed his hand up and down the slippery shaft.

"How big is that magnificent cock of yours?" he asked.

Paul told him. Drake grinned. He was impressed.

He felt Paul's balls in his scrotum. He was impressed by their size.

"Golly, your balls are like bull's balls," he commented. "They're huge. They're the biggest I've seen on a man."

Paul chuckled.

Drake rubbed his hand up and down Paul's slippery cock. Precum oozed from the piss slit. Drake licked at it and then sucked on Paul's cockhead.

"Golly, your precum tastes so sweet and salty too," remarked Drake.

Paul took a deep breath and let it out again. It was almost a sigh.

"You're getting close, aren't you, you glorious creature," laughed Drake.

"Ready when you are, mate," breathed Paul.

"I guess I am," giggled Drake and grabbed the tube of lubricant.

He applied a generous coating of lubricant to Paul's rampantly stiff penis. He rubbed his hand up and down the shaft teasing Paul. Precum tricked from Paul's piss slit.

"You know, Paul, I admire your self-control," Drake commented.

"It helps," rumbled Paul.

He sent mind glyphs ramping up Drake's sexual desire. As well, he sent mind glyphs causing Drake's anal sphincters to relax sufficiently to admit Paul's mighty cock.

Drake applied a liberal coating of lubricant to his anus. He sat astride Paul's muscular torso and guided the cockhead of Paul's rock hard penis to his anal pucker.

"It's OK, Drake. I won't push until you're ready," rumbled Paul.

"Thank you. I appreciate that," replied Drake.

Paul kept his abdominal muscles tensed up in a spectacular ten-pack. Drake placed his hands on Paul's thick bulging pectoral muscles. He gradually increased the pressure of his anus on Paul's big cockhead. His anus opened and Paul's cockhead slid slowly inside. Paul could feel Drake's anal sphincters sliding over his cockhead and down along his shaft.

Drake slowly slid his arsehole further down the thick hard shaft of Paul's cock. He moaned as he relished the delicious feeling of Paul's cock sliding up into his rectum and pressing against his prostate. He had not taken a cock as big as Paul's up his arse before and it felt marvellous. He groaned in sheer delight.

He slid his anus down Paul's penis enjoying every millimetre of the continuing intrusion. He moaned in his passion. His vision blurred of the muscle god to whom this wonderful penis was attached. Finally he bottomed out with Paul's enormous cock fully inside him. He could feel Paul's pubic hair ticking the skin around his anus. He felt immensely proud of himself for having taken such a big penis.

"It feels so great, your cock," he moaned.

Paul grinned.

"You can fuck me now," moaned Drake.

He lay down on Paul's torso. He delighted in the bulky mass of muscle beneath him.

Paul partially withdrew his cock and thrust it in again gently. He quickly manoeuvred Drake's cock so that it slid up and down in the slickened clefts between the ridges of their abdominal muscles. He pumped energy into Drake enhancing his sexual experience. He used his cock as a conduit. He kept on thrusting.

He wrapped his big arms around Drake who felt profoundly comforted by those big arms.

Drake groaned as he felt Paul's cock pushing up repeatedly inside him, up his anus and into his rectum. He delighted in the deep internal stimulation he was receiving. Paul's cock hit his joy button every time it thrust up into him.

Paul gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. Drake shook and quivered as shudders and tremors ran through his body. There was roaring in his ears. He laid his head on Paul's deep chest and drooled. He was out of control as Paul continued fucking him with mounting enthusiasm. His mind seemed to switch off.

An orgasm hit him like a speeding express train. He screamed in the heat of his passion. He saw stars as his eyes rolled up in their sockets. Paul kept on fucking him through his orgasm. That blew his mind.

The orgasm continued on and on. It was crazy. It was mad. And Paul kept on fucking him. Drake was crazed. He tried to sink his teeth into the thick hard muscles of Paul's pectoral muscles. He was maddened by the continuing thrusts of Paul's mighty cock up into his arsehole. It kept driving his orgasm on and on, seemingly for ever. His whole body tingled.

As Drake's orgasm started to wind down, Paul gave a guttural roar and thrust his cock as far as it could go up into Drake's rectum. Drake felt a flash of pain deep in his guts. Paul tensed up all over. His huge body became rock hard. He held Drake in a tight embrace. His groin contracted. His big balls emptied their load into the core of Drake's belly. Somehow Drake could feel Paul's hot spunk flooding into his guts. He rejoiced in having his innards filled with the mighty muscle god's divine semen.

That was enough to throw Drake into yet another orgasmic peak. He screamed. He felt as if he was being fucked by a man of steel. It drove him wild. Again he tried to sink his teeth into the hard flesh of Paul's chest.

As his orgasm started to come to an end, Drake was seized by a terrible deep need for Paul. He wanted Paul. He was desperate for Paul. He held Paul's massive chest in his arms. He reached out for Paul with all his might.

Paul reached into Drake's mind and pressed the big button. He switched on Drake's telepathic sense. Roiling with joy, Drake rushed into Paul's mind. He revelled in the total connection.

Suddenly he realised that Paul knew all his dark secrets. Paul knew that Drake got his rocks off by torturing strong young men until they died. Paul knew that Drake was a member of a torture club. Paul knew that Drake had killed the AIDS doctor, Doctor Bryn Powys, the man who was going to find a cure for AIDS.

Drake recoiled in horror. The shock, the horror, the terror caused Drake's telepathic sense to collapse. It switched off. Drake looked down at Paul in horror wondering what sort of creature it was that was fucking him and filling his guts with its semen. It had been inside his mind. It knew all about him. And its cock was still rammed deep up inside his bowels. It had squirted its semen into him, into his guts. He tried to get off Paul but discovered that Paul's cock was stuck immovably up his arse. Paul had caused his cock to thicken inside Drake's arse. Drake was fixed to Paul by Paul's enormous penis impaled up his arse. He struggled. He screamed in terror.

Paul held Drake's head in his hands and looked Drake directly in his eyes with scary intensity. He sent mind glyphs to calm Drake, to neutralise his panic. He beamed his words directly into Drake's mind.

<< Drake, I am a man, a human being like you. I'm still the same Paul you met at the McBrides' New Year's Eve party. But since then I've learned a lot of things. I've changed a lot. I've gained a lot of new abilities, like I can read minds but I'm still the same Paul as I was before. >>

"What do you want with me?" asked Drake.

He felt powerless, helpless.

Paul broke into a broad shameless grin.

<< To fuck you. To make you a really happy guy. >>

"Why?"

<< You get a lot of pleasure from the suffering and pain of others. That is the hallmark of an inferior human being. >>

"You know about me?"

<< Yes, I do. >>

Paul's intense big blue eyes bored into Drake.

<< Get this, Drake. You don't need to torture and kill people for your own enjoyment. You are capable of much, much better things. You are capable of much greater things. Drake, I am a superman. I have received the gifts and I have learnt a lot of things. I can train you, Drake, to become a superman like me. You can go far beyond what you do now. >>

"You going to train me up as a superman?"

<< Yes! >>

"How?"

<< First I switch on your telepathic sense in your mind. The best way is fucking you into a state of bliss. >>

Paul grinned.

<< Telepathy enables you to receive lots of information quickly. Then, when you are ready, you go before God, promise to serve Him forever and He gives you super powers and makes you a superman. >>

"God?"

<< Yes. >>

"What about what I've done? >>

<< You won't need to be torturing and killing people to get your rocks off anymore. For a start, everybody, well, every telepath knows about it now. If you do it again, everyone will know about it and you will cop a hell of a lot of disapproval. People will be outraged and they will let you know bigtime, like, mind to mind. You may also feel the heavy hand of the Almighty God on the back of your neck. He won't be pleased and He will let you know in no uncertain terms. It'd be like being on the carpet in front of the big boss in his office and he's delivering you a severe reprimand and you're squirming and sweating with shame because you've let him down. >>

"So it doesn't matter?"

<< It does matter. The important thing is that you won't be doing it again. You'll turn away from that sort of thing. You won't ever need to do it again. It stays in your past. >>

"Are you really a superman, Paul?"

<< Yes. >>

"Prove it."

Paul thrust his cock deeper up into Drake's arsehole. Drake's eyes widened with the sudden inrush of pain and sensation.

"Oh fuck! That feels good," Drake moaned.

Paul kept his arms around Drake and levitated them both off the sofa into the middle of the room. They floated in mid-air with Paul's cock planted firmly right up inside Drake's arse filling his rectum.

Suddenly they were outside floating high above Sydney. Drake peered nervously over Paul's shoulder down to the city far below. He saw the convoluted shape of the dark waters of Sydney Harbour stretching westwards from the Pacific Ocean towards the Blue Mountains. The city and suburbs were a brownish grey carpet that covered the ground below them. He could see the occasional glint as a car's windscreen reflected the sun. He could make out the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the wharves and quays of the city. He could just see his house. He had to look to find it. They were very high up.

"How did you do that?"

<< I jumped out of your house through hyperspace and got up here. >>

"How high are we?"

<< About three thousand metres (2 miles, 10,000 feet). >>

"Fuck me!" exclaimed Drake.

Paul thrust his cock up into Drake's arsehole. Drake moaned. Paul kept on thrusting with a steady beat. Each thrust gave Drake's prostate a delicious squeeze in passing and ended with a soupcon of pain when Paul's cock slammed into Drake's sigmoid colon at the top of his rectum. Paul held Drake firmly in his arms. Drake's eyes watered. They glazed over with the profound deep stimulation he was receiving.

Paul continued pumping his cock into Drake who moaned wordlessly. Paul pumped energy into Drake using his penis. Drake was out of it.

Paul's energetic thrusts propelled Drake inexorably towards a climax. Drake cried out as his groin contracted violently. His penis sandwiched between their bellies gushed forth with another load of semen. It was another mammoth orgasm intensified by Paul's continuing thrusts into him.

Paul carried on fucking Drake through his orgasm and driving Drake to the highest peaks of ecstasy. When he sensed that Drake's orgasm had passed its peak, he let go and released his own orgasm. He roared as he rammed his cock into the depths of Drake's bowels and filled them with his spunk.

They stayed locked together in orgasmic bliss floating high above Sydney. Paul pumped energy into Drake prolonging his orgasm. Drake's semen leaked out from between them and dripped down onto the city below.

Their combined orgasmic bliss diminished and came at last to an end.

Paul grinned up at Drake held firmly in his arms.

<< Guess what, mate? We've just joined the Mile High Club. >>

Drake looked bleary-eyed down at Paul and smiled. He kissed him. Paul responded eagerly. The kiss turned passionate. Paul thrust into him. The kiss turned into another fuck. Paul went on thrusting into Drake's arsehole driving Drake wild. Never had Drake so much sex in one day. Never before had he been fucked like this. He was delirious with joy. It was crazy, him being fucked by another man floating in mid-air two miles high in the sky above Sydney, a city of over four million people. And they were just floating in the air. Paul must really be a superman. And God doesn't care about men enjoying sex together. Is this real? Doesn't matter. He was going to enjoy this for all its worth.

The insistent thrusting of Paul's penis up his arsehole propelled him into another orgasm. He screamed and dug his fingers into the thick hard muscles of Paul's wide back. His cock squirted another load of semen out from between their bodies down to the city below.

Again Paul fucked Drake through his orgasm, driving him to the high peaks of delirious ecstasy. Drake grabbed the hard lats of Paul's back and dug his fingers into them. Paul kept on pounding into him. Drake felt a flash of pain deep inside his guts at the top of every thrust as Paul's mighty penis rammed into the junction of Drake's rectum and sigmoid colon. Drake screamed into the lonely heights above the city.

Paul let go and careered into his own climax. He gave a body-shaking thrust into Drake's rectum and ejaculated his hot spunk into the depths of Drake's guts. Drake felt a flash of pain and then Paul's hot spunk flooding into the core of his belly. Paul's mighty body went rigid. His huge tensed-up muscles were as hard as boulders.

Their orgasms continued on and on seemingly forever.

Drake sensed that his orgasm was coming to end. It was like hearing the last cadenza of a great piano concerto and knowing that the finale was approaching.

A great need arose within him. He put his hands around Paul's head and ran his hands through the soft blond hair. Paul's blue eyes stared into space. His huge hard arms held Drake firmly. It was very comforting. Drake felt utterly fulfilled and secure but he wanted more, much more. He wanted the most intimate contact with Paul, more than Paul's huge cock thrust up his arse, the full body contact and Paul's great arms wrapped about him.

Paul's big bright blue eyes focussed on Drake's face. Full of love, he reached into Drake's mind and switched on his telepathic sense once again. Drake suddenly found himself surrounded by an ocean of love emanating from and through the superman on whom he lay floating three kilometres above Sydney. He knew that Paul was not disparaging him. He knew that Paul knew all about his past but Paul was not at all worried. On the contrary, Paul was encouraging Drake to take a new direction in his life. Drake's past did not matter anymore. It was the future that was important. Drake was being offered a new and wonderful future as a superman. Paul committed himself to helping Drake along every step of the way to supermanhood. He would give Drake his total support. Paul had grown into a mighty being, a superman with the powers of a god. He offered the same to Drake.

Drake was not assailed with fear. He was reassured that Paul intended no punishment, no retribution at all for the wrongs he had committed in the past. However, he sensed a resolute but patient determination in Paul to stay with Drake and guide him to a successful conclusion. Drake quailed at the thought of standing before the Almighty Lord God in all His Power and Glory and promising to serve the Lord God forever. He became aware of a great numinous Presence that overarched all of creation. He realised that Presence was God. Yes, God really did exist. He was in telepathic contact with Drake. He made it known to Drake that He wanted Drake to come and serve Him as one of His superhuman officers and agents. He was full of love for Drake and all of humanity.

Paul was immensely supportive. He had gone before God, pledged to serve Him and become a superman. So had many thousands of other human beings. Paul had uplifted other men and they had become supermen. Paul was young, only nineteen, nine years younger than Drake but he was plugged into a great network of telepaths that stretched around the world and provided a vast reservoir of wisdom and knowledge. Paul would be guided in the uplift of Drake by many people much older and wiser as well as the Lord God. Drake was astounded to find out that Paul was much younger than he was. Paul appeared to be a fully mature young man aged at least in his mid-twenties. He was so strong and self-assured. Drake realised that he had no hope of imprisoning a superman like Paul who could jump through hyperspace to wherever he chose. And here they were, three kilometres above Sydney. Paul was amused. He kissed Drake on the lips. Drake knew he was surrounded by love. He was safe from all harm. Paul the superman with the God- given powers of a god would protect him, look after him. Drake realised he could not go back to his former life. Paul would be there, patient but persistent. And Paul loved him. Paul would continue making love to him and filling him with his spunk. Drake comprehended that he did not need anything else. Paul was sufficient.

They floated locked together above the city. For the first time since he was a child, Drake was at peace. He was safe. He was in the mighty arms of the man who loved him.

His eyes filled with tears. He felt that he did not deserve a man like Paul but Paul told him that justification or otherwise was irrelevant. Paul would stay with Drake for as long as Drake needed him.

Back at Drake's house Drake suggested that Paul move his car into the house garage. Paul got dressed and drove his car into the garage. The heavy steel door slid shut behind him. Paul parked his common- place Holden amongst Drake's collection of rare and expensive cars, the Maserati coupe, the Lamborghini Diablo, the Aston Martin, the Jaguar E-type, the Morgan Plus 8 and the old Ferrari Daytona.

He delighted Drake by sitting down on the stool at the grand piano and reeling off the Scott Joplin piece 'The Entertainer'. Drake clapped in his appreciation.

"The piano's in excellent tune," commented Paul. "Do you play?"

"No," replied Drake.

"It's good that you keep it in tune though."

Drake laughed. "Well, the piano tuner is a really cute young guy and he comes every year. He is worth looking at."

Paul launched into more of Scott Joplin's music starting off with 'Maple Leaf Rag'.

Drake came over, leaned affectionately against Paul and draped his arms around Paul's neck. He rubbed his front over Paul's bare sweaty back. He delighted in the close skin-to-skin contact with the solid mass of naked muscle playing his piano. He revelled in the close mind-to-mind contact with Paul. He remembered his newly acquired telepathic ability as he rubbed his erect penis on Paul's back. He enjoyed feeling the big muscles of Paul's back moving against the front of his body.

Drake: << You can play my piano anytime you like. >>

He caught the amusement from Paul who picked up the double meaning.

Paul: << With pleasure. >>

Drake wondered if Paul could play any classical music. Paul replied that he would play some after he finished the current Scott Joplin piece.

Then Paul played one of Vera Schwarzenberg's favourites, the Schubert Impromptu Number 1 in F minor from the second set D.935.

The next piece he played was another of Vera's favourites, one of Schubert's last piano sonatas, the one in A major, D.959.

Drake was curious about Vera and Paul passed him information about her. Suddenly he found himself in telepathic contact with her. He found out that she had been a princess in the days of the old Austro- Hungarian Empire, she had completed her medical training in Vienna and was practising as a physician when Adolf Hitler took over Austria. She had migrated to South Australia in 1949 after World War Two and she had been a country general practitioner in the Mid North of South Australia until her retirement in the late 1970s.

Vera: << Drake, I hope you will prove us wrong. Some of us feel that you're a psychopath incapable of becoming a telepath and a superman. Will you go before the Lord God Almighty, pledge to serve Him forever for all eternity and then receive His benefice of super powers? Are you capable? Will you prove us wrong? I hope you do. >>

Drake felt her challenge. It was like a blast of cold air. Then he hit by a warm blast of love, support and encouragement from Paul. A wave of emotion swept over him as he realised that he loved Paul totally. He had fallen completely in love with Paul, his magic Superman. Tears rolled down his face as he buried his face in the back of Paul's thick muscular neck.

Vera made contact again. Drake's burst of emotion caused her to reconsider her opinion that he was a psychopath. Yes, he enjoyed inflicting terrible pain on strong young men to the point that they died under torture. However, that was fading into the past. Drake had a new future with Paul, the strong stalwart reliable knowledgeable superhuman guide leading the way. Vera was encouraging.

Paul finished the finale of the piano sonata. Drake pressed his teary face against Paul's face. Paul turned his head and their lips met. The kiss turned passionate. Drake craved another fuck with Paul who lifted Drake up in his arms and carried him across to the sofa.

There they had another fuck, a long languorous enjoyable fuck. They lasted until the evening.

Drake looked at Paul, the superman fucking him. He wanted to have a meal in Paris. Paul informed him that Sydney daylight saving time was ten hours ahead of Paris. It would be breakfast time in Paris now. Drake was OK with that. Breakfast would be fine by him even though it was the end of the day in Sydney.

Drake climbed onto Paul's back. Suddenly they were outside the house high in the air above Sydney. Before Drake could collect his senses, Paul accelerated off to the northwest. They were soon passing over the Blue Mountains heading towards the interior of the Australian continent.

Drake wanted to see Earth from space. Paul collected a large bubble of air and held it in place around them with a force field. They soared up into space high above Earth's atmosphere. Drake was entranced to behold the blue orb of Planet Earth hanging in the blackness of space before him. Most of the Pacific Ocean was in darkness. The shadow of the evening terminator was not far from the east coast of Australia. It was starting to envelop the green isles of New Zealand. Drake marvelled at the panorama unfolding before him. When the sun was behind them, they could see stars as unblinking points of light on the black background of space.

Paul re-entered the atmosphere over North Africa. He increased the strength of the force field so that Drake would not be buffeted by the force of their re-entry. Soon they were over Paris. They dropped down in the Bois de Boulogne, a wooded area on the western outskirts of Paris. It was morning so few people were around. Both men were still naked. Drake felt the chill of a cool March morning with a hint of frost in the air. Paul took them both to the Magic Clothes Shop. Drake suited up in a thick grey jacket with thick woollen slacks allegedly by Armani. Paul put on a pair of blue denim jeans, a thick white close-fitting cotton T-shirt. He knew it was warmer in the city.

Some of Paul's friends and associates who knew Paris recommended a cafe on the Left Bank of the Seine. Paul and Drake dropped back into reality in a deserted laneway near the cafe. As they walked to the cafe, people stared at Paul's mighty frame. Drake derived wry amusement from their thoughts. He loved being a telepath.

At the cafe, they had a good view of the Seine. Riverboats plied the river. Tourists sat on the top deck and braved the cool spring weather as they took in the views. Drake was unwilling to trust his schoolboy French so Paul ordered breakfast for them both. His French was excellent. He had acquired the language skill.

The waitress who took their order smiled and stated that Paul was neither English nor American but she could not place his accent. Paul laughed and told her that he was Australian. The waitress smiled broadly. She was delighted. She was really friendly. She really liked the big good-looking and powerfully muscled Australian.

The coffee was excellent as was their breakfast. They dawdled over their coffees, croissants and pastries.

When Drake's hunger was assuaged, they walked along the riverbank towards Notre Dame Cathedral. It was late morning. The cold grey March skies of early spring in Paris got to Drake. He yearned to go home to the warm sunny skies of Sydney.

They ducked down a deserted alleyway and shed all their clothes which they left in the alleyway. Drake jumped onto Paul's back. Paul soared high up into the air over Paris. The two naked men headed southeast towards home. They flew back across France, over the Mediterranean and the deserts of North Africa.

Drake loved riding on the back of Paul's massive muscular body. He loved feeling the thick mounds of powerful back muscles against the skin of his front. Paul's back was very wide. Drake held on to the hard bulk of Paul's great big meaty latissimus dorsi muscles. The close contact with the naked mountain of muscle beneath him caused his penis to stiffen.

When Drake realised that his penis had fallen into the cleft between Paul's buttocks, his penis became fully erect. He started probing with his penis for Paul's anus.

Drake sent a cheeky thought to Paul: << What would you do if I stuck my cock up your arsehole? >>

Paul laughed.

Paul: << Enjoy it. >>

Drake's cock found Paul's anus. He pushed it inside Paul's anus. Paul came to a halt. They floated high above the Horn of Africa.

Paul groaned as Drake thrust his cock further up inside Paul's slippery anus. Paul enjoyed being fucked. Drake's cock was a nice fit inside his anus. It was not too big and not too small. It felt just right. Drake informed him that it was six inches (15 cm) long and 2 inches (5 cm) thick.

Drake began ramming his cock up Paul's anus in a rapid series of thrusts. To Drake, Paul's arse was the perfect fuck hole. It was tight and slippery around his cock. Paul moaned as he revelled in Drake's cock thrusting up inside him with a rapid beat. It was a bit like being jack-hammered up his arsehole. It was a wonderful feeling. He sensed that Drake was approaching his climax. His own was not far off.

Drake cried out. He rammed his cock as far as it could go up Paul's arsehole. Stuck up inside Paul, Drake's cock throbbed in between Paul's buttocks as it emptied its load into Paul's anus. Paul could feel Drake's semen flooding into his him. That was enough to tip Paul into his own orgasm. He gave a deep groan. His back arched up as he tensed up all over. His mouth opened. His penis erupted and sprayed his semen into the air high over the reddish brown sands of the Somalian desert. His anus contracted tightly onto Drake's penis. His anal sphincters clamped down onto the base of Drake's cock forcing it to remain fully stiff and fixed immovably inside him.

Their combined orgasms continued high above the Horn of Africa. Paul plugged into the Primal Source of Infinite Energy and forced their orgasms to continue on and on. Drake was wild and crazy in the continuing tumult of their combined ecstasy. Fucking Paul was so much fun.

When their orgasms wound down to an end, Paul's body relaxed. They remained stationary in the air fixed in space relative to Earth high above Somalia. Drake's cock went limp and slid out of his arsehole. It remained in the cleft between Paul's thick round buttock cheeks. Drake held onto Paul. His head drooped onto Paul's neck. He was exhausted.

Paul sensed it. He pumped energy into Drake. Drake perked up. Paul accelerated away from Somalia and headed homeward across the Indian Ocean. As they approached the coastline of Western Australia, they saw that the Australian continent was now in darkness. The Earth had rotated carrying Australia into the night. They stayed on course for Sydney passing over the dark deserts of the continental interior.

They first caught sight of Sydney as a bright splash of light on the eastern horizon. It stood out after the pinpricks of light from the scattered country towns in the interior of the continent. As they approached Sydney, the city spread out into a sparkling patch of light spread out below them. Paul turned into a steep dive down towards Sydney Harbour. At speed they flew low over the water under the Harbour Bridge. Drake found the experience exhilarating, almost terrifying. It was like being on an utterly wild roller-coaster.

They skimmed over the water under the bridge and past the brightly lit sails of the Opera House. In between Point Piper and Shark Island, Paul veered right and flew at mast height over the yachts anchored in Rose Bay towards the street lights of New South Head Road. Hovering over Drake's house, Paul jumped through hyperspace into the living room.

Drake slid off Paul's back. Breathless and bleary-eyed, he wrapped his arms around Paul's waist and snuggled into Paul's back. He relished the strength residing in that broad strong back. His eyes filled with tears.

Paul reached around and lifted Drake up in his arms. He kissed him as Drake snuggled into his chest. Drake felt like a child being loved by his big Daddy.

Paul: << Sleepy? >>

Drake was sleepy. Bed was an attractive option. Paul levitated up off the floor and flew up the stairwell. He jumped into Drake's bedroom and flicked on the lights with his psychokinetic ability. Drake was filled with wonder. Paul was truly the magic man.

Drake floated in mid-air. His skin tingled all over as Paul cleaned him up as well as himself with his psychic powers. Paul created a force field that lifted any extraneous material like semen up from the skins of both their bodies. They both landed gently on Drake's big double bed. Drake snuggled into Paul with his back against Paul's front. He delighted in the warmth of the huge muscles of Paul's mighty body. He was at peace as Paul wrapped him in his arms. He drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke the following morning, he was still snuggled into Paul. He ran his fingers over Paul's arms. He luxuriated in the bulging muscular strength of those mighty arms. Paul was relaxed so his muscles were nice and soft. However, Drake could feel Paul's big cock hard against Drake's lower back. Drake reached out with his telepathic sense and discovered that Paul was awake and full of love for Drake.

Paul kissed the back of Drake's neck. Drake quivered with delight as goose-bumps rose up all over his skin. He sensed that Paul was randy. He wanted sex.

Drake let fly with a telepathic shout of << Yes please!! >>

He could not get enough of Paul.

Paul ensured that Drake's lower bowels were completely empty of shit. Drake was highly amused when Paul threw the shit from Drake's bowels through hyperspace into a black hole 8000 light-years away in the constellation Cygnus.

Drake delighted in the mind glyphs that Paul sent him that caused his anal sphincters to relax. He was amazed by all the abilities and powers that Paul commanded. Paul really was a magic man, a magic superman. Drake relaxed into him.

Paul's slippery, force-field lubricated cock probed between Drake's buttock cheeks. His cockhead found Drake's anal opening. With a slight push, the cockhead slid slowly up through Drake's relaxed anal sphincters into his anus. Paul could feel the sphincters sliding along the shaft of his penis.

Drake groaned. He revelled in the big penis sliding up into him, up his arse into his pelvis. His prostate, the whole inside of his pelvis was strongly stimulated not just by the big penis pushing up into him but also by the energy Paul was pumping into him through his penis.

His vision blurred. His mind blurred. He felt a delicious flash of deep pain as Paul's big cock bumped up against his rectosigmoid junction. Paul withdrew partially and pushed his cock once again up Drake's arsehole. He set up a slow steady rhythm. Drake relished the slow steady fuck that Paul was giving him. Delirious with delight, Drake rode that cock thrusting up inside him enjoying every millimetre of that magnificent cock.

Drake rode that cock straight into a mighty orgasm that enveloped him like a tropical whirlpool. He cried out in the heat of his passion as Paul continued thrusting steadily into him.

Paul held him tight with his huge arms wrapped around him. He gave a deep guttural groan and rammed his cock as far as it could go up inside Drake. His body stiffened. His cock squirted his semen right up into Drake's bowels. Feeling Paul come inside him propelled Drake into another orgasmic peak. With his newly acquired telepathic sense he dived into the fury of the orgasmic firestorm engulfing Paul. His mind stretched out like a ribbon twirling round and around a fiery tornado.

Their combined orgasms went on and on. When they wound down, Paul fucked him again into another glorious long-running orgasm. They whiled away the morning having endless sex. Drake was in raptures with the magic man who filled him with so much love and spunk.

They had just come down from another orgasm when Paul picked up Drake's desire to have more muscle on his body and to be a little taller. Drake weighed 75 kilograms (165 lb) and was 182 centimetres (5 ft 11.5 in) tall, just half an inch short of the magical six feet.

Paul said he could pack a fair bit more muscle on Drake's frame and increase his height. He suggested that he would not do too much because otherwise people would notice and wonder what was going on. Drake was well known. He was a celebrity.

Drake agreed. Paul used his penis still inserted up Drake's anus as a conduit to pump lots of energy into Drake, who could feel his muscles swelling and his skin tightening all over his body. Odd aches occurred in his bones and joints as they lengthened slightly and became stronger. Drake was in transports of joy.

Paul liked the more muscular Drake. He found Drake's strong body a real turn-on. He fucked Drake again. Drake was delirious with delight.

When their next series of orgasms came to an end, Drake twisted around and planted a kiss on Paul's lips.

Drake: << That's for all the wonderful orgasms you gave me. You're the only man I've ever had anal orgasms with and they were truly fantastic. Thank you. Thank you so much, my wonderful magical superman. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. >>

Paul: <+ Pleasure - joy - love. Like new muscular Drake. +>

They stayed together in a state of blissful languor enjoying the closeness and connection of each other's bodies and minds. Eventually they separated.

Drake jumped on the bathroom scales and saw that his weight had increased to 99 kilograms or 218 lb. Drake found a measuring tape and Paul took his measurements: height 184 centimetres (6 feet 1/2 inch), chest 127 centimetres (50 inches), upper arm 46 centimetres (18 inches), waist 78 centimetres (31 inches), thigh 69 centimetres (27 inches). He was lean all over with no visible body fat. The veins on his arms stood out. His abdomen sported a ripped eight-pack with deep clefts between the mounds of muscle. Drake looked every inch a man with a lean hard and muscular body.

Drake was enraptured to see himself in the mirror. He threw himself at Paul, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around Paul's massive body. He planted a fierce kiss on Paul's lips. Paul's penis stiffened. It probed between Drake's buttocks and Drake impaled himself upon it. Paul fell back on the bed. Drake rode Paul's penis down driving it further up inside himself. He revelled in the deep pain of the cockhead thrusting up against the top of his rectum.

Paul fucked Drake hard, fast and vigorously. Drake screamed as he was hit by another orgasm. His spunk squirted out from his cock all over Paul's chest and abdomen as well as the bed. Just as he was coming down, Paul careered into an orgasm. He rammed his cock as far as possible up Drake's arse and roared as he filled Drake with yet another load of spunk. That was enough to trigger another orgasm in Drake. He screamed in ecstasy.

When it had all finished, they decided to have lunch together at a nearby cafe. Drake found that the clothes in his wardrobe were now too small to fit him. Paul took him to the Magic Clothes Shop where Drake obtained a selection of clothes.

Drake chose a white button-up shirt with short sleeves that showed off his splendid arms. In the cafe people stared at the two men. They recognised Drake and admired his splendid physique. They had not known that Drake was such a muscular hunk. They wondered about the big blond muscleman with him. Was he a body-guard?

Drake and Paul spent days together lost in love. Never before had Drake such a wonderful dream lover. Through his telepathic connection he was assured that Paul would bring no retribution upon him for his past activities in the torture club. Paul wanted the best for him and he was willing to train him up as a superman.

Paul would magic up meals that were truly delicious. The two men enjoyed the romantic candle-lit dinners they had together.

Drake remembered that he had received an invitation from the art dealer Roman Kuzniewski to the opening of an art exhibition one afternoon.

Drake drove them both in his open-topped Morgan Plus 8 sports car to the art exhibition opening. He was wearing a close-fitting dark blue button-up shirt with short sleeves that showed off his big powerfully muscled arms, broad shoulders and muscular V-shaped torso. With that he wore tight faded blue almost white denim jeans and highly polished tan cowboy boots. Paul wore a skin-hugging white T-shirt, new blue denim jeans and dark tan hiking boots. His magnificent body was on show. Paul wore his aviator-style sunglasses while Drake wore a pair of wrap-around reflector sunglasses in the car on the way to the exhibition.

They arrived at the exhibition just before Roman Kuzniewski began his speech introducing the socially prominent personage who was opening the exhibition. Their arrival attracted attention. People turned and stared at the two men. They recognised Drake. They noticed his muscular build. They wondered who the huge handsome blond muscleman with him was. Drake was glad to have a powerful telepath like Paul with him. He was a neophyte telepath who found the confusing array of different minds intimidating. He found being linked to Paul a great comfort. Paul was not the least bit worried by the crowd. Drake admired Paul's rock solid self-confidence.

The speeches finished. Drake saw some of his friends from the torture club. Paul agreed with him that Drake meet them initially without Paul whose presence would be too distracting. Paul drifted off to look at some of the paintings. Drake was glad of the telepathic contact with Paul.

Meanwhile Paul stood looking an array of paintings. One appeared to depict a cannibal feast. Titled 'Feast of the Damned', it showed people feasting on a pile of human corpses, some of which had been dismembered. The dominant colours were black, white and the red of blood and gore. The feasters were depicted as humans in a ghastly whitish hue with black clothes. The red of blood was splashed everywhere.

Nearby was a group of large white canvases with what looked like a squiggle drawn in pencil on them. Paul stood looking at the artworks trying to make sense of the cognitive dissonance. He remained in telepathic contact with Drake who was talking with his friends.

A well-dressed blonde woman approached him.

"You look like you've just stepped out of a Bruce Wyndham painting," she remarked.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you." Paul smiled at her.

"What do you think of the Jamie Winnall drawings?" she asked pointing to the pencil works.

Paul gave a wry smile.

"I reckon I could do better but I don't think I could get $25,000 for my works," he commented.

"No," replied the woman. "You definitely wouldn't. But don't you admire the artistry, the beauty, the swirling poetry of the line?"

Paul laughed, then said, "No."

"You really are a meat-head," sniffed the woman.

"Well, hallo." Another man joined them. He was plump with a soft build. About fortyish, he had white skin and black hair. He wore a black T-shirt, black jeans and white runners.

"Oh, it's you," sniffed the woman.

"Yes, Marcia, it is I," laughed the interloper.

The woman sniffed once again and stalked off.

"She doesn't like you," remarked Paul with a smirk.

"How very observant of you," laughed the man. "We're not really the best of friends, you know. Anyhow, I saw you walk in with Drake, you gorgeous creature, and I thought I just had to say hallo. Are you his new boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Lucky Drake! But he does seem to have all the luck. I think he must have sold his soul to the devil. Anyway, how long have you two been together?"

"A little while. I'm Paul by the way."

"Oh hi. I'm Harvey, Harvey Howard."

They shook hands.

"Any relation to the Prime Minister John Howard?" smiled Paul.

"No, not at all but I am related to John Howard the actor. He and I are third cousins."

"Interesting. Certainly more interesting than a politician."

"That's sweet of you to say that."

They went on to discuss the artworks hanging on the wall. Paul commented that the painting of the cannibal feast must be been created by a tortured soul. Harvey thought about it and said Paul made a very interesting comment. It was quite probably true.

Paul looked into Harvey's mind and saw that he was an art collector quite knowledgeable about art. He also kept in telepathic contact with Drake who was talking with his friends.

"When are you going to share that magnificent blond hunk of muscle with us, Drake?" asked Eric, a shaven-headed older man who was the oldest of the group. He owned the Point Piper mansion that had the torture chamber in the basement.

"Never," replied Drake sharply. "He's mine. He's a keeper."

"Oh, aren't you being a bit selfish?"

"No! I love him and he loves me. Nobody has ever loved me like he does. He is truly wonderful. He is my magic man, just wonderful." Drake's voice trembled with emotion as he spoke. His eyes became wet with tears.

"You're really gone," remarked Gilbert, another of the group.

Drake looked at him. His eyes blazed with a scary intensity.

"Yes, I am gone. He loves me totally and I love him absolutely," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

"Er ..."

"By the way, Drake, Harvey Howard is chatting up your boyfriend," said Ralph, one more of the group.

Paul suggested telepathically that may be a good opportunity to break up a potentially difficult conversation. Drake grabbed the opportunity with relief.

He strode over to Paul and Howard and joined them. His friends tagged along.

Harvey looked Drake up and down.

"Goodness me, Drake! I do believe that you've put on weight," declared Harvey.

"Yes, more than twenty kilos (44 lb) of solid muscle," replied Drake with a snarl in his voice.

Paul went behind Drake, wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled Drake's hair. Drake looked up at him, his eyes full of love.

Paul looked at Harvey with his twinkling big blue eyes.

"Yes, he's turned into a really hot hunk of muscle," he said.

"Yes, Paul, I agree. Drake is really hunky now. Drake, you really are gorgeous, as if you didn't already know that," returned Harvey.

"Thanks," said Drake with a happy smile.

He and Paul sensed that Harvey envied them both. All the men could see that Drake was head-over-heels in love with Paul. His expression, his body language, the way he snuggled into his big lover, said it all.

Harvey turned to Gilbert and said, "By the way, Gilbert, Paul says your painting of the cannibal feast was created by a tortured soul. Do you think that's true?"

Gilbert gaped at Harvey then at Paul who was looking at him with his eyes full of love and pity. He sensed a great power emanating from Paul, a power of love and support, something, someone who could rescue him from his current situation.

Paul looked at Harvey and said, "Harvey, perhaps you shouldn't have said that."

Harvey pouted.

"Greetings gentlemen," came a voice behind them. "I'm glad you could all come today. It is good to see you all."

"Why, hello, Roman," said Harvey.

Drake introduced Paul to Roman Kuzniewski.

Paul and Roman shook hands.

"Roman," said Paul, "I know a friend of yours, Ellis de la Mare."

"Ellis, how is he?" asked Roman eagerly. "I haven't seen him for years, not since he went and buried himself in the country years ago. He had a terrible time after his boyfriend disappeared. He lost so much weight. He just went to pieces, poor fellow. He took it terribly hard after Bryn disappeared."

"He's coming good now," replied Paul. "He's among friends who're giving him a lot of support. He's put on weight again. Apparently he's almost back to his old self."

Paul made contact with Ellis with his telepathic sense.

Paul continued, "Ellis said to send his regards if I happen to see you. He'd love to catch up with you and Bill again. He said he'll make the trip up to Sydney once he's up to it. He'd like very much to see you and Bill again."

"That's so good to hear," said Roman. "Please tell him I'm really looking forward to seeing him again."

"I certainly shall."

"Wasn't his boyfriend Doctor Bryn Powys, the AIDS doctor?" asked Harvey.

"Yes, he was," replied Roman.

"It's such terrible a shame, him disappearing like that," remarked Harvey. "There was so much hope for him to find a cure for AIDS and it's all gone now. It's dark days now."

"Yes, Harvey, I agree."

Paul sensed that Drake and his fellow torture club members were feeling very uncomfortable with the turn of conversation. He reassured Drake telepathically. Drake was determined not to participate any further in the torture club's activities. He resolved to become a superman. But before then he was going to seek Ellis's forgiveness.

"The story I hear is that Doctor Powys was killed off by one of these Christian death squads and his body dumped somewhere in the Outback," pronounced Harvey. "You know, one of Jerry Jordan's fan clubs. In fact Jerry Jordan, silly old fool that he is, said that a cure for AIDS was blasphemy. He said it was a perversion of God's justice against sinners. Trouble is, people take that fool seriously. Killing people for Jesus, now that is blasphemy, an utter perversion!"

"Yes, Harvey," said Roman wearily. "There could be something in that but I've heard so many stories since Bryn disappeared."

That night after the art exhibition, Drake decided that he would make his peace with Ellis de la Mare the following day. Then he would pledge to serve God forever. He and Paul spent the night together lost in love. He loved being fucked endlessly by Paul, his lover the mighty magical superman.

The next day Paul flew to Ringtail Springs with Drake on his back. The 400-kilometre (250-mile) journey passed quickly as Paul flew high over the south-western suburbs of Sydney, the Blue Mountains and the Great Dividing Range. Drake enjoyed seeing the country go past underneath like an unrolling map. He could see so much more than through the window of a passenger jet. Over Ringtail Springs Paul dived down and jumped inside the old Valley Road Hotel. Paul introduced Drake to all the community members.

When Drake met Ellis, he fell to his knees and begged his forgiveness for killing Bryn. Ellis forgave him straight away. He hoisted Drake to his feet, wrapped his arms around Drake and planted a firm kiss on Drake's lips. The kiss turned passionate. Paul made it clear that he and Drake were in an open relationship. Drake could have sex with whomever he liked. Ellis jumped into his bedroom with Drake in his arms. They immediately shed their clothes and had wild passionate sex on Ellis's bed. Drake loved being fucked by Ellis. He relished Ellis powering into him.

After they had sated their lust for one another, Paul and Ellis both took Drake up to Heaven before the Lord God. While they were there, Bryn came out from the Heavenly Host and joined them. Drake started to beg for Bryn's forgiveness but Bryn cut him short and forgave him on the spot without hesitation. He knew, they all knew that Drake would never torture another person or any creature ever again. Drake was determined to leave all that behind him.

The spiritual being Bryn accompanied the three incarnate men before the Lord God. He, Ellis and Paul presented Drake to the Lord God. When God asked Drake the question would Drake serve Him forever, Drake snapped a salute like an eager young officer before his King and said "Yes, Sir!"

God took Drake into Himself. He transformed, transfigured and transubstantiated Drake into an immortal superman. Then He commissioned Drake into His service.

In the process God increased Drake's body size and muscle mass. He wanted Drake to look like a superman as well as be one. He wanted Drake to be a super hunk. Drake's chest increased in size. His pectoral muscles grew to be big thick rounded mounds of hard muscle. His shoulders grew wider. His splendid deltoids matched his equally splendid upper arms and forearms. His slim waist was packed with muscle. His belly sported a spectacularly chiselled eight-pack of rippling rock hard muscle. His thighs would have looked good on a professional footballer or a champion sprint cyclist. His body was a ripped hard mass of muscle with no visible fat at all.

His face underwent subtle alterations. He became very good-looking but he was still recognisably Drake.

Drake's height increased a little to 185 centimetres (6 ft 1 in). His weight increased to 118 kilograms (260 lb). His chest measured 135 cm (53 in); his waist was 80 cm (31.5 in); his upper arms became 54 cm (21 in); his thighs were 72 cm (28 in).

He looked like a real bodybuilder, nice and super hunky, with film- star potential. Ellis, Paul and Bryn were favourably impressed.

Drake wanted Bryn to come back to Earth but Bryn was not interested in leaving Heaven and returning to Earth. In any case God would not allow Bryn to just reappear on Earth as if nothing had happened. Ellis was not keen either. He had done his mourning for Bryn. He had accepted Bryn's death. The only way back for Bryn that God would even consider was through reincarnation; Bryn would literally have to be reborn as a human baby and grow up to adulthood again. Maybe he could become a superman as a teenager. Bryn was not interested.

Paul and Ellis returned from Heaven with Drake, the newly uplifted superman. The three dropped through hyperspace into the Valley Road Community in the old hotel.

Vera greeted Drake with: << I am glad you proved us doubters wrong. You may have been a psychopath, a very successful and socially adept psychopath. However, you have gone before the Lord God Who sees all things and knows all things and you have pledged to serve Him faithfully forever. It is clear that you have turned your back on your former life, accepted the gift that was offered to you and you have become a superman. I am so glad. >>

Drake hugged the old lady.

The next few weeks Drake spent at Ringtail Springs living in the Community on Valley Road. He learnt how to make effective use of his super powers. He had much enjoyable sex. He loved being fucked and fucking other people. He learnt how to fuck another man so well that the man would be kept on the high peaks of ecstasy and ready to have his telepathic sense switched on. In the meantime he enjoyed having that wonderful well-fucked feeling continually in his arsehole. He laughed that he had turned into an unashamed bottom.

He helped out at Jessica's Cafe often. People recognised him. They noticed his bigger physique. They wondered what he was doing there. When Granny Reeves asked him, he replied that he knew some of the people through mutual friends and he had been invited to come and stay with them in the old hotel.

Dustin retrieved his car from Drake's garage and jumped it through hyperspace back to Ringtail Springs.

When Drake felt ready, he flew back to his house at Rose Bay.

He went around to Eric's house, the mansion in Point Piper that had the torture chamber in the basement. Eric was very much impressed by what a glorious sexy hunk that Drake had turned into. They ended up making love together and Drake fucked Eric into a state of ecstatic bliss. With patient perseverance Drake guided Eric into becoming a superman.

Now that Eric had become a superman too, he and Drake turned Eric's torture chamber into an underground heated spa. They removed all traces of the torture chamber. The spa that took its place had room enough for a dozen men. Drake and Eric made good use of it. Eric loved Drake fucking him in the spa.

In the meantime, Paul made contact with Gilbert. He caught up with Gilbert in a coffee shop and they had coffee together. Gilbert realised that there was something special about Paul. When he first met Paul at Roman's art exhibition, he was entranced by the magnificent specimen of manhood who had become Drake's boyfriend. He was overwhelmed when Paul joined him in the coffee shop and told him that he and Drake were in an open relationship. Gilbert giggled uncontrollably when Paul told him that Drake was currently balls deep up Eric's arse.

Gilbert took Paul home. He was enraptured when Paul fucked him. They embarked on glorious rounds of sex. Gilbert delighted in casting aside all that troubled him. Paul guided him into becoming a superman.

Their club fell apart. Drake, Eric and Gilbert managed to get most of the former members uplifted to supermanhood. The uplift snowballed as more members became supermen. However, a few just went to earth taking their dark secrets with them.

Gilbert's art career took a different direction. He produced joyful colourful abstracts that attracted a keen following, particularly among wealthy businessmen looking for something really nice to brighten up their offices. His works were in demand.

Drake's career as a television personality changed. People noted that he had become warm, generous-hearted and funny. He was capable of producing a real comic turn that audiences loved. He was a great person to be with. People liked the new improved Drake.

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