Tales of the Talisman Chapter 3
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Chapter Three
A gypsy woman once told me unfettered magic seeks its source. The thief who took the life of my most recent vessel fled the country intending to go back to Bohemia. He was well into the French kingdom when he himself was robbed, beaten and left for dead. The second robber took his new-gained booty and headed into the lands of the Swiss Confederacy. In Bern, the robber entered a shop and was attempting to sell the spoils of his trade, when a young man came in. Theophrastus stood next to the man and gazed at the curiosities on display. Most were bits of jewelry, no doubt stolen from various victims, a hodgepodge of rings, chains and pins. The shopkeeper had pushed aside the silver chain with its strange medallion, feeling that it was of little or no value. The shopkeeper purchased the gold from the robber, but refused the other pieces.
The robber stuffed the rest into his pouch and left the shop, Theophrastus caught him just outside.
"Excuse me, sir" he said, "I am a student of alchemy and I am always needing metals for my work; I would be interested in those items the shopkeeper wouldn't buy."
The two agreed on a price and Theophrastus walked away with the leather pouch containing my soul.
Theophrastus was known in alchemical circles as Paracelsus; however, the man was very much older than his present years would infer. Paracelsus was an old soul indeed. Once he had taken the form of an old Romani man named Vlad, one of hundreds that came before this present vessel. When he saw the necklace, he knew it to be one of the seven he had distributed. It had made its way back to him, indicating that some foul play had befallen the bearer. He took the talisman back to his apartment and began to devise a plan to install the soul trapped in the amulet into a new body.
Combing the streets of the city, Paracelsus went to the places where the street children stayed. Many of them had lost entire families from the plague or some pox. The street boys told Paracelsus that the boy with the vacant gaze was called Hans, though nobody knew his real name since he had never spoken. Hans appeared to be in the range of 12-14 years of age. A typical Swiss child he was a little over one and a half meters tall, somewhat thin, around 36 kilograms, blonde hair, blue/gray eyes. His clothing was ragged and he was dirty, smelling of urine. The other boys thought him to be bewitched, he never played or even spoke, just stared vacantly into space. Hans could be led about; he would eat when the boys fed him; he seemed to be a body with no mind in control. Paracelsus convinced these street boys that he wanted to take Hans to his home to try to bring him back to health. The boys who had made themselves responsible for Hans were relieved to relinquish their burden to someone else.
Paracelsus led the boy back to his apartment where he proceeded to remove the stinking, ragged shirt and pants, tossing them into the fireplace. He retrieved a tub and filled it with warm water and led the boy to stand in it as he scrubbed him clean. Upon the removal of the boy's clothing Paracelsus decided the waif was probably closer to 14 or 15 judging from the development visible in his male organs. Hans already had a small thicket of curly blonde hair in a crescent around the base of his penis which was in its flaccid state around 9.5cm. The testicles were also much larger than those of a younger boy and hung down freely in the warmth from the fireplace. The boy didn't move as his benefactor washed his hair, face or neck. He soaped the rag again and washed the boy's arms and back. Rinsed and re-soaped to wash his chest and skipped down to the legs. He sat the rag aside washing the penis with his hands. He pulled the skin back slowly, expecting to see the organ stiffen and rise but there was no reaction. Even as he rubbed the head to remove the smegma gathered there, there was still no signs of excitement. Last of all, he soaped the rag and washed the boy's rear, scrubbing it well clean. He dried the boy and sat him, wrapped in a towel, next to the fire.
Paracelsus retrieved the necklace from his desk and gently placed it around the neck of the comatose boy.
I blinked my eyes and struggled to focus. It was as if trying to see through thick fog. Gradually, as my vision cleared, I saw before me a husky red-haired man dressed in the manner of, perhaps, a teacher?
Seeing that I was alert, Paracelsus asked "Wie heiβt du?"
Apparently, the man asking my name was German. I attempted to search the mind I occupied for a name, but it was as if this vessel's mind had been wiped clean. I was utterly alone in this brain. "Ich weiβ das nicht" I replied, having no idea who my vessel once was.
"The boys in the street called you `Hans'" he said. I shrugged my shoulders.
He opened the robe and showed me the twin to my own amulet pressed tightly over his heart. "What is your original name?" he commanded.
"Ah" I said, realizing he was a kindred spirit, "my true name is Daniil Sergeyovich Kurkov."
"Danya? It has been many years since I saw you last. I am the one you knew as the old man Dedushka Vlad," he said happily.
He questioned me about my journey and then set about to make sure that my vessel had no other damages than its missing pilot. He had me read from texts, close my eyes and touch my nose, walk a straight line, jump. When I attempted to do a cartwheel, my towel came off. Paracelsus came over and stroked my prick lightly and seemed delighted as it swelled and a little over 15cm of young schnitzel went straight up toward my navel. He bade me to hold still as he came over and engulfed the penis, all the way to the root. He only did this act three or four time before I started shooting a copious load of semen into his mouth. I grew weak in the knees; it was as if I had never orgasmed before and this vessel may not have considering the state it was in when found. I picked up the towel and cleaned off and sat down to rest, suddenly realizing I was starving. My host rummaged in his wardrobe and found old student robes small enough I could made do with them and we set out to find food.
Daring not to go back near where he found `Hans', we took a coach across town and ate at an inn. After three plates of food I was finally feeling sated. The boys had kept `Hans' alive but not in optimum health.
Within six months, nobody would know I was that street boy. With proper nutrition, I had a growth spurt bringing me closer to a size matching my age. I had grown to 170cm and my weight was around 56 kilos. My penis had added another centimeter in length and grown slightly thicker. I had taken on the name of Hansel Trager and concocted a history, should anybody query me.
A year from the day Paracelsus gifted me my new vessel we had a celebration. We consumed a lot of wine at dinner and when we arrived home, I was hungry for carnal pleasures. Over the years' time Paracelsus had buggered me frequently, and we had many bouts of oral sex, however, he had never allowed me to violate his inner sanctum. I decided that tonight that would change.
When we started to bed, I picked up a small container of grease he kept in a side cabinet and brought it with me clandestinely. I helped Paracelsus out of his robes and into the bed. Having drank more than he was accustomed to, Paracelsus was fast asleep. He lay on his left side facing the wall. I disrobed and crawled in behind him. I took the lid off the grease container and took a large glob on my finger. I pulled his ample right cheek up to expose the hole within and applied the grease, carefully pushing it inside his ass. He stirred a little. I waited. He quieted again. I took a second bit of grease and liberally coated my cock, then sat the jar aside. Spreading the ass open again I positioned myself at his back door. A gentle push and I was in. I could feel the muscle contracting around its invader, trying to expel me, but I stayed very still and allowed it to grow accustomed to my thickness. When its fluttering stilled, I began my assault, pushing in until my balls were touching those of Paracelsus. I slowly pumped in and out of his delicious warmth. As my excitement grew, so did the frequency and magnitude of my thrusts. In the midst of plowing my benefactor's ass, he awoke. To my surprise, instead of being angry with me for the rape I was performing, he simply asked me to take him from the front. I pulled out and he turned over to his back and put a pillow under his ass. When I shoved back into him, he shuddered all over. I must have been hitting his special place. I pounded him hard, my balls slapping his ass on every stroke. About ten minutes later, Paracelsus let out a loud guttural groan and unloaded a hefty load of semen across his stomach. I continued pounding a few more strokes and began filling his colon with spurt after spurt of my essence. I pulled out and wiped myself and Paracelsus' stomach with the corner of the bedsheet. We promptly dropped into a deep sleep.
The following morning, I drifted into consciousness feeling my bladder full to the point of painfulness. I got up from bed and seeing it was still dark outside I went to the small balcony and pissed into the gutter in the street below. As I started to turn around Paracelsus had joined me. I went back inside and lay on the bed. When Paracelsus finished, he came in and crawled up the bed from the foot between my legs and took my dirty cock, smelling of last night's sex, into his mouth and began a long sensuous session of pleasure. I writhed and twisted as he expertly sucked my penis to nearly cumming then backed off several times. All the while he was working my ass with his thick middle finger. He reached to the side of the bed and got some grease and mercilessly shoved his greased cock into me. He pounded me the way I had done him the night before. When I felt that my hole was adjusting to accommodate his cock, he would pop my ass hard causing me to tense up and my hole to tighten around him. Since he had already been sucking me for a half hour prior to my pounding, I couldn't last long. He shifted his angle on a certain downstroke and when he hit my love nut, I emptied my balls. I must have shot seven large streams of cum between us. My clenching ass pushed him over the edge and he shoved his cock into me as deeply as it would go. He was throbbing so hard I could feel the pulses in my sphincter. When he pulled out his semen dribbled from my ass onto the sheet.
We decided to go today would be a good day to visit the bathhouse and laundry.
It occurred to me on my `birthday', that I was now 290 years old in my real age. The year was 1527 and Paracelsus had become a licensed physician in Basel. He began to spend much more time with friends and colleagues nearer his mental acuity, age and position. Over time we began to grow apart, the only thing that kept us together was our sex lives.
In heated conversations with Paracelsus, he intimated that he never expected me to stay with him forever. Our age difference, on both levels was too great. In present years he was 34 and I was 16, in true age he was close to 900 years old, I was only 237. I made my decision to once again set out on my own. I asked him where the talismans originated. He suggested I visit Faust, who was reported to be in Ingolstadt in Bavaria presently.
"If the talisman is ever separated from a vessel, it will always seek the one who gave the gift" he said as we kissed and parted ways. If anything happened, I would always go back to him. "Also, be aware that the talismans attract one another. Not as strongly as they are attracted to me but you will still feel the pull of another bearer."
"There is only one way you will permanently die. If you are in a fire so hot it will melt silver, your spirit will be separated from the metal when it melts" he said. With that final warning he left me on the road and went back inside. I set out for Bavaria. The trip would take about two weeks on foot, I estimated. On the road to Zurich I joined a group of fellow travelers, some headed to Zurich and other to points farther away such as myself.
I was befriended by a young boy who was traveling with his family. At night the mother and father slept with his toddler sister between them, leaving him to sleep alone. He told me his name was Friedrich, but was called Fritz and that he was 12 years old. His mother had thought she was too old to bear children when she found herself pregnant with his sister. They were only going to Zurich to visit his mother's family.
For two nights the young man slept beside me sharing my warmth. In the night I woke to a small hand exploring, worming its way toward my private area. I pretended to sleep as the hand explored. The hand clutched my engorged penis and squeezed its way up and down the length, as if judging the size. I could feel the small body shake from the movement his other hand was making. A few minutes later he let out a sigh and went still, his hand still resting on my now rock-hard post. I gently removed his hand and hiking up my robes to my waist, I began to repeat the actions that little Fritz just completed on himself. Unfortunately for me, I did not have dry orgasms. I caught the cum in my palm and for a moment tried to figure out what to do with the mess. I finally settled on eating it. I didn't want to have a crusty stain on my clothing or blankets. Little did I know, Fritz saw the whole proceedings.
The following night I settled for the night and once again Fritz was beside me. Sleep overtook us quickly. Sometime in the night I once again felt the exploration of the small hand. This night I was laying on my back however. The hand found the buttons to my robe and began unbuttoning the ones near my cock. The friction of the cloth set about a chain of reaction, and in seconds my prick was standing tall and strong. The small hand reached into my robes and found its treasure. He performed the action on me that he was used to doing to himself for a few minutes. Then he released me and started to creep his way downward under the blankets. I almost moaned out loud when his mouth took my peter, and probably would have if we were not a mere meter or so from his parents. He proceeded to lick it up and down its length while rolling my balls around in their velvet sack. Next he took the head in his mouth and bobbed up and down on just the end, riding the foreskin up and down with his lips. He tried to take in more of the cock but he was just too inexperienced to manage it. He took it to the back of his throat and started gagging on it which was all I could take; I filled his mouth with my fluid. I felt him swallowing but some still leaked into my crotch hair. I found a handkerchief in one of my pockets and cleaned up the surprisingly small mess. My little friend had turned to his back and was frantically pounding on his small peter, but I reached over and stopped him. It was my turn to creep beneath the blankets and take him. He was small enough I took his entire cocklet and ball sack into my mouth and bathed it. I sucked in on every up stroke, and let my tongue bath his balls on every downstroke. Near the end I wet my finger tip and circled his budding anus with it. He shuddered and made a small squeaking sound as his throbbed like mad. For my efforts, I was rewarded with a small pearl of sweet fluid. Exhausted, we collapsed into sleep.
The next day around mid-morning we reached Zurich and parted ways. Fritz's father said he had never seen his son so well-behaved and thanked me for spending time with him. I continued on toward Frauenfeld. The group I was with at this point were mostly older tradesmen and a group of nuns. I changed groups in Konstanz and traveled several days with a large family, as well as several tradesmen. There were two sons who appeared to around my age but the father kept his group firmly in his control.
When we reached Ravensburg, the couple and the small children left for town but the two older sons continued with our group. Our group was not down to myself, the two teens, three older tradesmen and a Jesuit. We spent the night in a traveler's cabin that night. The cabin only had four beds, so the three of us youths were relegated to the floor on our blankets. I suggested to the brothers, who I found out were Kurt (19) and Dieter (16), that we use their blankets to sleep on top of and mine as cover. They agreed, it was too hot inside the cabin to sleep in clothing, besides, Kurt and Dieter had on lederhosen. We removed our clothing and climbed in together settling in for the night. I was on the left, Kurt in the middle and Dieter on the right.
The snoring of the men in the beds kept waking me up and I found at some point that Kurt's pole was jammed into my crack. As I moved, I could tell he had been leaking the clear sex fluid as his dick slid around in my crack freely. I raised up and pushed back on him and felt the tip slip inside me. Kurt awoke, and feeling the heat and pressure on his glans, started to push into me. We had both almost stopped breathing trying to not wake any of the adults in the room. On the other side of Kurt, I could see Dieter propped up on one elbow watching us while moving his hand up and down on his own hard dick. Kurt fucked me fast. I couldn't believe how rapid his strokes were. As such, he only lasted a minute and he stiffened and blew his load up my ass. Then he carefully, quietly shifted to trade places with Dieter. I lifted my leg, offering my ass to Dieter but he shook his head no and turned his back to me, guiding my cock to his asshole. Not one to argue, I slid into the hole I assume was slickened by his own spit or precum. I tried to emulate the fuck Kurt gave me but I just could not pump that fast. In about five minutes I felt the stirrings of an orgasm. I felt Dieter jerking his schwanz fast and hard. I started into my orgasm just as Dieter pinched the end of his foreskin closed and throbbed as I filled his ass. When I was done and pulled out, Dieter crawled up to my head and released the end of his foreskin into my mouth giving me a sweet midnight snack. I pulled his skin back and cleaned up the remainder and we finally got to sleep for the night.
Lambodara 09/26/2019