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My name is Dylan Masters. I am 21 years old. And I am a Witch hunter.
I was born a Witch hunter and will die a Witch hunter. My father was one, as his father and his father. But I'm different than them. They can't know- but I know and I am terrified that they will find out.
I. Am. Gay.
Witch hunters can't be gay, or bi, or whatever else those witches have pushed onto the world. Witch hunters are men, we are strong. But I'm weak and everyone can see it. I'm ashamed of who I am. If my father knew- I would probably be dead. Or at least dead to him. Witch hunting dates back to the 8th century, when a man was blessed by an angel with the clarity to see the demons that walk this world in the form of witches, and given the authority to exterminate them. We were given strength and speed, and gifted with swords and bows and arrows and the like. We are God's hand working to purge his earth of evil. We stand together, will always stand together- we are a brotherhood. Witches stand alone, even in their Covens. Their world is filled with back stabbing and infighting and murder. They scrabble for power and money and worldly things, they cannot be trusted. They are destructive and reckless. We are order, they are chaos.
But I don't know what I am. I tried to fight it for so long- I pretended not to notice when I saw my cousin changing at the pool, ignored the fact that the only reason I played football in high school was so I could be next to this senior named Stephen who I was in love with, and denied myself the pleasure of being with him when he caught me looking at him in the shower. And then I turned 20, and I got my first assignment.
Julian Fox. The Supreme Julian Fox. The Witch of all witches, the man at the top of our list of witches to kill. My father- does he hate me? Is he tempting me? We know so much about Julian Fox, there is a whole wing of our library devoted to him and everyone around him. My father knows he is gay which must be why he'd agree to assign me to him. I'm not qualified- I'm not the fastest or the strongest or the smartest. I'm good with a bow and arrow but that won't kill a guy like him. There have been 17 different Witch hunters assigned to kill him and they all failed. I've been watching him for a year now, in the shadows. I remember when I first saw his picture. I didn't look at it then, because he was....beautiful. I knew his beauty came from the devil. And then I saw him in person.
He was with a guy with ginger hair and freckles across his nose. They were on the beach. All I remember about the guy was his ginger hair, because Julian... he was like a black hole sucking in all the attention around him. I watched them have sex. He was intense- I could feel the sex from where I hid. It was like he was performing for me. He ripped the red head's shirt off then pushed him onto the sound and he pounced. I watched as his back flexed; so defined, so muscular....the water dripped down the curves and contours of his back, catching sunlight until the disappeared into his shorts. I could see his ass too; it made my mouth water and my dick hard. I watched him bite down hard on the guys neck, and heard one of them moan loud and hard and I could tell he was fucking him.
He didn't even take his shorts off, but he was grinding into the guy who had found a way to wrap his legs around Julian's waist, his blue underwear tangled around his ankle. My shorts were soaking wet by then; I came and I didn't know it. My dick was throbbing and I wanted more; I had never gotten off and then gotten hard that fast in my life. But the guy was practically screaming in ecstasy as he raked his hands down Julian's back. And then I realized what it was about him; his invincibility. His skin ran red ribbons of blood and then healed itself in the same heartbeat; no scars, no injuries; no need to hold back. To be able to have sex with someone who you could give into your most primitive desires...no fear. You can't hurt him, which means.. let go. Give in to that sexual aggression that lies deep inside of us, caged for fear of loosing control forever. I wanted to fuck Julian, more than I wanted to breathe. I wanted to feel the heat of his ass on my dick I wanted to taste him. I wanted to see him seeing me, watch him as he recognized that primal desire that forced me to bite his nipples and yank his head back. I wanted to choke on his dick...and then watch him choke on mine. I needed to know what it felt like to be with him. I need him.
...
"Well Vekrom, take off your clothes," I spoke calmly, but he was struggling; still surprised to see himself undressing and walking over to me, tossing his shirt in the flames. He was standing in front of me, trembling. "I would let you speak, but then you'd be tempted to call on your friends. And I think it'd be fun if it were just the two of us, don't you?" He nodded his head. His movements were more fluid now; that came with time. As I got to know his body, it would become easier to control.
"Walk over to me, turn around and bend over," when he did I was surprised by what I saw; a hairless, pink rosebud winking back at me, and a tattoo on his right cheek. "A progressive witch hunter. I guess anyone can surprise you." I grabbed his narrow waist and pulled him closer; he smelled like he had just taken a shower, but his butt still had that musk that I love. I bit his cheek and he squealed, like a little kid stealing candy. I dove in; his ass was warm and welcoming, tight but not so much that I couldn't get in. He started moaning and squirming.
The thing about mind control is that it's almost impossible during sex. You have to concentrate to control someone's mind, and sex is an all consuming force. But of course he didn't know that; because he thought he didn't have a choice, because he thought I was still controlling him, he gave up fighting and gave in to his primitive desires. He wasn't gay or even a little curious, but he was a man. And every man, once it happens, loves to have his ass eaten. So he started riding my face with his ass, grinding and moaning as loud as he could. He was in another world, his muscular thighs trembling as he began beating off his six inch dick. It was pretty, lots a veins and a heavy set of hairy balls. I would of liked to take things farther, but I make it a point not to sleep with straight boys, no matter how cute they were. So I pulled back and after a moment's realization he whimpered and looked back at me, confused.
"That's all the time we have today, Vekrom," I told him, licking his sweet ass hole. And the horny fucker; he tried to grab my tongue with his hole. He wanted more, and I almost gave it to him; his ass was so soft and firm and smooth it was hard not to, but we weren't alone.
"Vekrom!" the shout came from the left, followed by two arrows sliding through the air like a low end bullet. I stopped them both mid air. Vekrom sprung to life then; he began scrambling for his clothes and babbling about how it wasn't him and he was being controlled.
"Kid, you really need to work on your aim," I stood up and walked over to the arrows, grabbing one of them. "It's a nice arrow; burns a little. I'm guessing it's made from ash wood. It might have worked had I been a regular witch."
"Julian Fox," the way this boy said my name, it was as if he hated me, which was quiet possible considering the amount of brainwashing they do around here.
"Obviously. Why else do you think Vekrom would take his clothes off for me? The boy has standards, I'll give him that," Vekrom turned beet red at that, ass included. The look he shot me was full of resentment and embarrassment. "Vekrom come here, and bring that sword of yours with you." He dropped his clothes immediately and picked up the sword, then walked over to my side. His eyes were now pleading, begging me not to make him do anything else. Don't worry Vekrom. I won't tell them how much you enjoyed our little fun. This had to truly be his first interaction with a witch because he was even more surprised that I could talk to him inside his mind, and gasped audibly and dropped the sword.
"What did you do to him?" The boy had another arrow aimed at me, but it was clear he wasn't sure if he'd let it fly. "Answer me!"
"Vekrom, he's your friend, isn't he? Not as cute as you, but I guess that isn't as important," I turned from Vekrom to the boy. "Josh, is it? Put the arrow down before someone gets hurt."
"How...how did you know my name?"
"Seriously, have none of you ever seen a witch before? I'm a Supreme, Josh. I can read minds, control them, move things with my mind...and that's just before sex," he was wearing basketball shorts and nothing else..literally nothing else. I could see the outline of his dick bouncing every time he moved, long a thick. "So this is how this will work. If anything happens to me, Vekrom will spend the rest of his life paralyzed from the neck down. Any questions?"
So sorry that I took such a long break, but hey, life happens :) Email me at nbradFshaw@yahoo.com for any comments, questions, or if you just want to chat!