Disclaimer Hi don't read this if you are against anything-gay ok? Good or if your underage...like I could stop u.
Shape 5 - the flashback (a).
The bible although looked to for spiritual guide is quite a canny historical reference, it tells of the battle between me and my evil counterpart, although like most stories over the years it was changed and embellished until it was finally written down. The year was around 6000bc (give or take a few thousand years hehehe) it was a time when the human race was very young, and believed anything. It was the time that I met my counterpart an evil being, which wanted to take over the world and rule humans like dogs (pause for simulated evil maniacal laughter), he possessed all the same abilities as me. I had been travelling using the form of an angel to get everywhere and everything I needed easily, they thought I was a messenger from above, I had been using the name Makole. I had even massed a few followers, they would follow me every were I went trying to do everything for me so they could be sent to heaven.
I had been on a long journey through out what is now Asia and settled in a quaint little inn for the night to sleep in exchange for a blessing on inn keepers family. The innkeeper was a big round mean looking man, he had a face like a dog and stubble covered all of it, he smelt like horse-shit. He locked the doors to stop all my followers from breaking in. He had asked me to eat with his family that I did, I sat at a long wooden table with them all sat around looking at me, I felt so clean compared to them I was totally white and they were all dirty. Before I took my seat I wrapped my wings around me almost like a cape. Now it could have been my imagination but I think him his wife and this two kids all looked the same...butt ugly. On the table was a whole roasted pig with an apple in it's mouth, least I think it was a pig I wasn't to sure the light in the room was very poor it was lit by a few candles and an open roaring fire. The innkeeper got a big cleaver and started to cut the pig in to pieces, as soon as it was done the entire family started digging in like a pack of wild dogs. I felt slightly sickened as the juices flowed over there chins which I'm sure they each had three of and dripped onto there rags of what I think they thought of as fashionable clothing. I felt a slight tugging on one of my wings and I turned to see one of his children crunching on a piece of charred meat and tugging on my feathers. His mom smacked him on the back of his head with the leg of pork she was eating when she noticed my discomfort. I myself started to nibble on a piece of pork while listening to the innkeeper say how poor his family was and how good he had been blah blah blah blah...
"BOY WINE NOW!" the innkeeper bellowed so loud that it echoed around the room. I heard someone moving around in the kitchen and than a loud clatter of pans. "I...I...I'm sorry sir I'll clean it up I promise" a voice came from the kitchen, it sounded young.
"NOTHING BETTER BE BROKEN OR I WILL TAKE THE WHIP TO YOUR HIDE AGAIN TONIGHT BOY!" the innkeeper bellowed at the boy.
"I'm sorry sir nothing is broken sir" the boy sounded panicked and almost in tears. The innkeepers' wife turned to me.
"You just can't get good slaves these days" she started to laugh and the whole family followed. After a few minutes of listening to there horse laughter they died down and the door to the kitchen opened and in stumbled the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. He looked to be around 14 yr.'s old, he had olive coloured skin (well I suppose it could have been all the dirt) his eyes seemed almost black as he looked directly at me in awe. His lips were thick and a dark pink, while his hair was a mass of black curls that hung down to his chin, almost obscuring his pretty face. His body looked like it had muscles, probably from harvesting the innkeepers' crops. He was staring directly at me and the innkeeper noticed.
"WHAT'S A MATTER WITH YOU BOY! A SLAVE LIKE YOU SHOULD BOW BEFORE A MESSENGER OF GOD" the innkeeper bellowed at the young lad and he quickly bowed his head and started poring the wine.
"Kind sir you are truly blessed and I thank you for your hospitality, but would I be imposing if I ask to wash myself using some of your hot water and your slave boy?" I asked, the boy looked up at me for a second giving me a sly smile than went back to pouring out the wine.
"Of course you can, but if he gets out of line just smack him across the head or whip him if you want" the innkeeper said while swatting the boy on the butt causing him to wince in pain. Dinner was over with and I went back to my room to await the call for the bath. I sat quietly meditating a trick I learnt from an old man in the Himalayas. The boy was setting up a big bucket of hot water for me to sit in at the other side of my room, a few minutes passed of him coming in and out carrying water when he called me.
"Sir you bath is ready" I stood up and stretched my wings as far as they could go, I heard the boy gasp in surprise and I looked just in time to see him look away. In a split second I managed to morph away my white robe to reveal my naked body. In the form I was in I appeared pale white almost glowing, I was tall and very slender, my hair was blond but appeared white while my eyes were bright blue, my lips were full and pink, I appeared around the age of 22. I had a nice uncut 7 inch penis that I was very proud of, plus I was totally hairless. I had had quite a few people offer themselves to me in the past (of course I always partook...hehehehe). I stepped into the steaming hot bath and instantly felt relaxed, I almost felt like turning to goo, I let my wings drape over the edge of the wooden tub and I tried to get comfy. I sighed out loud. The boy picked up the washcloth and gingerly started to wash me down, I grabbed his wrist and he looked at me with fear and than looked away.
"How are you supposed to wash me from out there? Why don't you get in with me?" I asked, the boy gave me the sweetest smile.
"But kind sir, if the master finds out I will be whipped for sure, he would be mad that I took a bath but he would be even madder if it was with a messenger from god. And there is hardly enough room for you how would I fit to?" he asked with a sly grin, now this kid had a point. Instead of answering I morphed my body, instead of looking like a 22-yr old 7- foot man I became a 14-yr. old wingless 5'5 teenage boy. I still possessed the white hair and blue eyes and pale white skin, I was just younger, the boy stepped back in amazement and tripped up.
"Wow" was all he could say.
"I won't tell if you won't tell, are you joining me?" I asked. The boy quickly undressed a big smile across his face. He stood before me, covered in dirt, his developing muscles showing through his skin, he had hardly no body hair except for a light dusting on his arm's and legs and a patch around his limp 3.5 inch cut cock, I was mesmerised. I watched as he extended a leg over the side and stepped in, his balls at that moment were just hanging there looking so perfect, there were about the right size to fit in my hand. With a little splash we were both sat awkwardly in the wooden tub, our legs pressed against each other's, he let out a long sigh. After that brief moment of relaxation he picked up the rag and started to wash me down.
"So what is your name boy" I asked.
"I'm Amal" such a nice name.
"Nice to meet you Amal I'm Makole" I said and he smiled at me, we chit chatted while he washed me, I found out he didn't know his parents and he had been a slave all his life and he really hated working for this mean innkeeper. He even gingerly washed around my erect dick and balls, he took a long time doing that and I didn't mind I was feeling great as he moved it about with his hands to clean it.
"Done" he exclaimed a bright smile covered his face. Damn I was getting pretty close to my orgasm. We just sat there for a second looking at each other, than I reached over and took the rag and motioned for him to sit between my legs with his back facing my chest. He complied.
"What are you doing?" he asked a bit unsure if he wanted to do it.
"I'm going to wash you now"
"But sir I'm just a slave boy and you are a messenger from god, you can't was me I don't deserve it" he said almost panicked. I turned his face to meet mine and slowly wiped the dirt off it to reveal more of his beautiful face.
"Don't you ever say that, you are more worthy than you think" he quietened down and allowed me to wash him, I slowly ran the rag over the scars he had on his back from a severe whipping, he winced as I touched a fresh one. I continued washing him gently and carefully neither one of us saying a word, he was really enjoying it though, I could see his 6 inches sticking up out of the water while mine was poking him in the back he slightly ground into it. When I had washed everything but his penis I dropped the rag and traced my hands around his shaft, he gasped in surprise when I did this, but relaxed when I started kissing his neck. I slowly ground my own penis into him as I kissed my way around his neck and back. My grip on his penis tightened and I sped up my pace, he started to whimper as I gently bit his neck and started to suck. My clenched fist started to work faster and faster on his stiffened tool, splashes of water covered us, as my fist continually broke the surface. He started to thrust his hips up into my fist to get the maximum feeling, water was spilling over the sides of the wooden tub. His thrusting was sending my dick sliding in-between his nicely rounded as checks. His breathing had increased and became heavier as his whimpering echoed around the small candle lit room, I could tell he was close. I relished in the feel of this boy's young flesh and I ground my sensitive rod into him. A few more strokes and he came, spurts of his boy cum arched through the air and landed in the water just floating there, his whole body stiffened and than relaxed as he came back down from the orgasmic high. I started thrusting into him, tingly feelings were running through my body and I rubbed against him faster and faster. Than I felt it, that usual weird warm feeling starting in my feet and in about half a second it raced through my entire body as I hit orgasmic high. My orgasm hit it's high as I cried a silent scream as my body was over took by joy. We just laid there in the cold water for a while relaxing in the after glow of what we had done. But I didn't want him to get all wrinkly.
"Let's get out of this water, and tonight Amal you sleep with me" we dried off and I walked him over to my bed and we laid down together him tightly hugging my chest. I rolled onto my back taking him with me so he was laid asleep on top of me. Than I morphed my wings around us like a blanket of feathers and fell asleep together like that.
Part b of shape 5 to follow soon.