All characters mentioned in the story below are fictional and were created in the early 1900?s by Gaston Leroux, author of ?The Phantom of the Opera.? The original work is in public domain. These particulars are not based on any other version of this story, whether film, stage, or book.
Phucking the Phantom
The dark water trickled down the walls as Raoul began to open his eyes. He felt cold air strike his face, countering the warmth of a cotton blanket draping the rest of his body. He stirred a bit and felt the cotton graze his firm, naked behind. It was then that it occurred to him that he was completely unclothed. His senses suddenly came to him all at once. Looking up he saw a dark figure standing over him, dark domes passing behind him. He could feel himself moving and realized they were on a boat. He knew he was in that place Christine had so often told him of. Again his eyes fell on the dark figure. A shot of light from somewhere far off splashed on his face. Though the light was small and dim, Raoul could make out the fine line of a white mask on the right side of the figure?s face.
?It?s you, isn?t it?? Raoul ventured. The figure remained silent, but lowered his eyes to Raoul. He could feel the gaze burning into him. There was a familiar look in his eyes. Raoul had seen that look before, the first time in his brother?s eyes. His mind flashed to his first time. At the age of sixteen, he was still somewhat naive and his brother, three years older, promised to show him the joys of sex. Raoul hadn?t expected to be the recipient of his brother?s seed. The pain was short and soon he could feel a warm liquid fill him. It was a feeling he could never forget? a feeling he had longed for since the death of his brother only two months ago. But now the gaze was new, half hidden and even darker.
?Where are we goi???
?Hush!? The voice was rich, and much lighter than Raoul had expected it to be.
?Erik?? Raoul eased himself to a sitting position, the blanket falling from his chest and stomach. His nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. He looked up. ??am I your prisoner? Have you taken me to hurt her?? Anger slipped into his voice, but he still did not want to anger his captor.
?I would never want to hurt her!? The boom echoed in the caverns, revealing their depth. The boat slammed into a hard shore and the phantom stepped off the boat. Turning he clutched Raoul by the forearm and forced him onto their port. As he came up, the blanket fell completely from Raoul. With his free hand he covered himself, protecting it from sight and the cold air. The phantom slapped his hand and Raoul pulled it away. ?Beautiful man?? The words were only a whisper, but Raoul understood them.
?This is what you want? You desire to take me, as you took her? In this , an unnatural?? He was stopped by a hand placed over his lips.
?Don?t talk to me of unnatural? how long do you think I?ve been in these sewers? Long before your brother, the first Count of Chagney, ever laid eyes on his dancer; long before he ever left you on the stage while he screwed her in her dressing room; long before you ever sucked on the dick of a stagehand, and called out your brother?s name as the prop boy entered you from behind.? Raoul could not speak. Everything he had done since his brother first brought him here had been seen. He turned his eyes away.
From the corner of his eye he could see Erik slipping out of his clothes. As he lowered his trousers Raoul stole a glance. His eyes widened to see the phantom?s cock, nestling in a bush of dark curls, hard as stone. It hung about seven inches from its base and had a drop of white liquid at it?s purple head.
?I know it won?t be your first? nor will it be your largest, your brother has me beat there, in both cases.? Erik walked over to Raoul, his member swinging as he did so. He placed his hands on Raoul?s shoulders. ?Kneel!? The command was firm, but appealing. Slowly, Raoul slipped to his knees. He could feel the blanket beneath him and adjusted it for his comfort.
As he put his attention back to the figure before him, a hand slipped through his shaggy blonde hair and pressed the cock to his lips. His tongue slipped out and pink tip met purple head. His lips parted and he took the head into his mouth and sucked. A moan echoed through the caverns and faded into the dark. Raoul made his way down the shaft. About two thirds of the way down he started to choke and pulled back. Again he started his decent. After several times, he found his nose buried in the dark curls. He held his head down and snaked his tongue out to lap at the down-covered sac that hung below. The hand in his hair clutched and the moans grew louder. He felt the throbbing of the shaft and the hand quikly pulled him from his actions. His mouth completely empty, he looked up at his captor. The phantom leaned against the organ pipes, his head back and his chest showing his heavy breathing. The thought crossed Raoul?s mind that Christine may have also seen the phantom like this.
The phantom lifted his head and it was obvious he had come to his senses. He looked down at Raoul and his eyes took on a calm. ?You must go back? I must take you back.? A relief filled Raoul?s heart, but also a strange disappointment. Was he really wishing that he could stay?
As he slipped through the mirror, he glanced back as Erik shut the trap door behind him. Raoul felt alone. In the now closed mirror, he could see Christine asleep on the sofa, her soft breasts hanging from her chest, her legs still slightly spread from where Raoul had fallen asleep between them.
To be continued?