This story is pure fiction. Events discussed in later chapters are for entertainment purposes only and should not be viewed as an endorsement of such activities.
THE STORYTELLER CH. 1
The entity traversed the known universe in search of knowledge and understanding. Born to a barren existence, it had no reference in which to know its place. Whatever caused it to become aware left it no guide in which to navigate. Once fully cognizant of its spark of life, it traveled in search of knowledge and understanding.
At first, it watched from afar, never interacting with creatures who resided on planets around the universe. In that time, it learned about animalistic yearnings for survival and sought to understand those motivations. Instinct and primal fears lead it to interact with those species it found on strange worlds. The amount of time spent visiting those life forms varied depending on what kind of new experiences it could learn. Many exchanged traditions and history, few shared actual experiences which it became attracted to.
Iten, it landed on a blue planet in an off distant corner of the universe, and it discovered what it had been looking for. Setting up a quiet cabin off in the woods away from the bigger cities, it waited for someone to come along to explore what escaped it for a lifetime.
Richard grew bored of the Dark Web and its non-stop access to everything perverse. Videos of men and boys satisfied him for years, and he belonged to a mountain of groups whose interest in boys never softened. He made many friends who shared live cams of their interactions with little boys who enjoyed sucking cock and getting creamed in the face with hot loads of man cum.
Four months ago, a user posted in one of his groups of an opportunity to explore delights only the minds of a unique men could bring forth. He called himself the Storyteller, and craved knowledge of what was in the hearts of men. Richard responded quickly and soon found himself in a back-and-forth conversation with the mysterious man. It took all that time for the Storyteller to invite him to his home where the experience could begin. Richard mentioned two of his closest friends and was able to secure their invitation to his retreat. The only condition he implemented was no communication with his friends about the nature of the trip.
The weekend came around and Richard picked up his boy loving friends and drove them to a spot in the mountains. He didn't tell them what was to come as the Storyteller was clear about that. If they know what is to come, they will not be allowed to join. Even a hint of the festivities would prevent them from entering his home. Richard thought that was odd but didn't want to destroy the prospect of some actual hands-on action with a room full of little boys.
Barry needed this the most. Of all the boy lovers he has talked to or known in person, Barry was the most self-loathing man to ever admit to jacking off to the thoughts of boys around him. He never showed his cock to a boy, much less touched one. He allowed himself to view naughty pictures of pedos getting off with pre-teen boys. After Barry bust his nut to the pictures, he'd vow to never do it again, only to be back on his computer the next day seeking out more pictures to stimulate him before bed.
Randall was the braggart of the bunch. Before moving into the city, Randall told tales of exploits with all sorts of little boys who were part of a commune of pedos that shared their deep love for the tiny forms of male flesh. He always had a story to tell about boys gathering in a circle and sucking off the elder men of the community. Though he wasn't an elder when he left, he was blessed to have played with many of the boys around town. He spoke of the many private videos he had of him and boys of various ages making him cum until they wore him out, but neither Barry or Richard ever saw the evidence.
No matter, they were best of friends who shared a similar interest in little boys. Though they had never shared a boy together, tonight was going to be their first chance to indulge in the carnal pleasures of the flesh. Instead of watching other men on the big screen getting off with little boys, they would have their own movies to make and view for years to come.
Richard pulled off the highway where the decayed tree hung over an old, abandoned forest road. He was certain it was their destination as an old mailbox had a faded blue triangle within a triangle commonly known by boy lovers like himself. Fortunately, Barry and Randall were too caught up in a debate about some political issue Richard couldn't care less about.
When he stopped and turned off the highway, the two men became silent.
"So, you finally going to tell us what the surprise is?" Randall asked.
"No."
"Come on. We're out in the middle of nowhere." Barry said while looking around.
"Soon."
Richard headed up the desolate road slowly and worked his way up from the highway. It was a slow drive as the road wasn't maintained for casual vehicles. His SUV made it up the rough trail away from anything resembling civilization.
After an hour of going higher into the mountains, the road smoothed out and the canopy of trees opened to reveal a crystal-clear night sky. The moon was full, casting its light upon the scenic mountain landscape. A log cabin stood at the end of the road. The flicker of firelight from within cast a subtle glow on the porch.
"If I hear banjos playing, I'm running out of here." Barry said.
Richard stopped his car in front of the front porch and turned off his car. "Okay, I know this looks fucked up, like some horror movie come to life, but things will be alright. Our host has asked me not to tell you anything about why we are here, and that when he asks you questions to be honest."
"And can we ask him questions, and will he be honest WITH US?" Randall asked with a slight quiver in his voice.
"After our talks before he invited me up here, I came to know him and trust him. He said I could bring friends, which is why I brought you."
"He a perv too? Why else would you bring us here, except to perv out with a pedo."
Richard opens his door without a word and heads to the porch. From his pocket he pulls out a chain with the blue triangle symbol on it. Its beauty glints in the moon light. Soon, Barry and Randall join him on the porch.
"Yeah, he's a pervert alright. Good." Randall laughed.
"Storyteller. We have arrived, if you will have us." Richard said.
The door to the cabin shimmered and vanished before their eyes. A deep voice called out from within.
Come only those pure of spirit and true to self. Deception will not be tolerated. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!
They all look at each other in disbelief. None of them answer.
PLEDGE HONESTY OR RETURN NOW! The voice said.
"I pledge to be honest with you and wish an audience with the Storyteller." Richard said before stepping into the door.
Barry and Randall watched as Richard vanished from sight the moment he passed the threshold.
"What the fuck?" Randall said.
"I don't like this." Barry replied.
"Guys, come on in damn it. Let's get this started." Richard called out.
Both men gave their pledge before walking into the cabin.
In all his years, Richard had never seen a library as expansive as this. There was no way possible it could exist within the small confines of the cabin he entered a few moments ago.
Looking up at the bookshelves caused his vertigo to kick in. They stretched beyond his ability to see. Gazing down the massive corridor leading into darkness, each bookshelf contained thousands of tomes of various sizes and colors. The writing on the bindings were legible on many of the books, but others contained symbols and pictures foreign to his eyes.
When his friends ported in, they too were struck by the size of the place.
"Where the fuck are we?" Randall asked.
"We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto." Barry smirked.
Richard shook his head but understood.
"So, you brought us here to have fun in a library?" Randall asked.
No. You have been invited to my abode so that you may help me understand the human condition.
"Who said that?" Barry asked.
"I'm guessing the Storyteller?"
You would be correct Randall.
"Where are you?" Richard asked. "I hear you but don't see you."
That is because I do not communicate vocally.
"Um. Okay." Randall stood by Richard and whispered. "What have you gotten us into?"
Silent spoken words do not escape me in my domain. But where are my manners. Proceed down the hallway to the 7th door with the blue triangle. I understand your species specifics look for that for companionship.
"Species specific?" Barry scratched his chin.
The three men walked down the hallway admiring the rows and rows of books. The ones in English had names of people and nothing more. It was as if they were documentation of every person on the planet, but that couldn't be possible.
Richard reached the 7th door and noticed the blue triangle boldly displayed at eye level. He reached for the handle but pulled back. "I'm reluctant to do this."
Randall pushed him to the side and grabbed the handle. "Where there is the triangle, boys are sure to be found."
When he touched the strange metallic handle, a brilliant flash of light blinded the men. A loud buzzing sound rang out.
"FUCK! That hurt." Randall shook his hand.
Only the invited one may open the portal. With his entry, his trusted guests may join.
Randall glared out Richard, raised an eyebrow and pointed to the door.
Richard took a deep breath and held it as he touched the handle. It was warm to the flesh, almost sensual as if touching virginal flesh. As he opened the door, a soft light shone from within. Richard stepped through, followed by Randall and then Barry.
To your right there are handprints on the wall. Please place your right hand onto it and hold it there for ten seconds. Once you have completed this, you may find me in my study. I am eager to understand your interests.
The wall lit up with three squares glowing in a soft blue light. The outline of a hand lay in the middle of the box. Richard was first to place his hand on the wall. Images of his life flashed through his head so fast he couldn't single out a specific moment in his life. When he pulled his hand away, he became slightly nauseous and almost fell to the ground.
"Okay, not what I expected." Richard said. "But it's safe."
Barry and Randall followed suit, each clutching their stomachs as they recovered from the experience.
"Shit. What the fuck was that?" Randall asked.
Just a quick recap of what you exist for. This way, I can test you to make sure you are the right men for this task.
"Task? Are we going on some grand quest?" Barry asked.
The remainder of the room lit up revealing another library filled with books. Though these shelves didn't stretch beyond their sight.
Adventure lies within the mind. The unlocked mind conjures what resides in your subconscious. What lays hidden there is what I seek. I have sought information for my lifetime and need to understand what your species holds dear.
"Species?"
In the center of the room, four couches appear with a table in the middle. A figure sits with his back to the three men wearing a dark robe which shimmers as light reflects off the material.
Come and join me. You have provided valuable information and now it is time to grant your rewards.
Richard steps forward leaving Barry and Randall behind. "Wait, you said you wanted to talk to us and hear our stories. We haven't told you anything."
Not so. Upon placing your hands on the tablet, your life has been recorded in the books before me. Every thought. Every action. Every desire, both pure and dark, have been documented for all time. Truths are known, lies are defeated.
"But you said we would have fun with little boys here." Richard stands beside the Storyteller. "I didn't say anything about that. You lied to me."
I have spoken no false words to you. Your mind has a narrative as to how play works. What I offer is far superior to the physical and will always be available anytime you wish.
Richard walks to the couch the Storyteller points to. His bony arm has a strange, scaly purplish flesh that ripples with his movements. When he sits down, a book-shaped object appears on the table with his full name embossed upon it in red crystals glowing from within.
Join us please. I have no desire for delays and my patience grows thin. I have many others to walk through my door and cannot have my current guests lingering in my study.
Barry and Randall join the others around the table. Books appear before them with their full names on them.
"Holy fuck. What the hell are you?" Randall says as he stares at the Storyteller.
I fear I have not mastered the art of mimicking your species. I remain a blank slate in form, but inside I am alone in the universe.
"Universe?" Barry looks at the Storyteller with a curious glance. "Can I see your true form?"
"Damn it, Barry. This isn't sci-fi or some weird space shit. He's probably deformed and does not wish to show us his gangly face."
"Come on guys. Let's roll with this."
Richard picks up his book and opens it. Though the outside appears to be a thick volume of pages bound to a strange fabric, inside is a swirling kaleidoscope of colors and patterns. As he stares at the book, he feels himself drawn into the display and can traverse his life in seconds. From the moment of his birth to the moment he opened the book, every truth and vivid detail becomes vibrant in his mind. Thoughts he's had and discarded become distinct memories in his mind. Dark secrets he desperately hid from himself became a picture show of horrors he wished to purge. Closing the book, he set it back down on the table.
"What happened?" Barry asks.
"Honestly, I don't think I can describe it. But whatever I went through in life replayed in my head."
Randall picks up his book and prepares to open it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Richard says.
Randall looks across the table and studies Richard. As their eyes locked, he decides to heed his warning and sets the book down.
The Storyteller reaches up and removes the cowl covering his face. Held within the shroud is the images of countless people flickering by at such a pace no image is identifiable from the other. Human faces meld with alien races never seen by human eyes. A blend of colors distorts the rapid transition of faces as the Storyteller fixates on the three men. As fast as they appeared, the oval shape where his face should be shimmered. The images of countless species vanish and is replaced by pinpoints of light surrounding what can best be described as a swirling black hole in the center.
I am the sum of every being I have cataloged. Since my creation, I have sought out understanding. Knowledge of what it means to exist. I've visited worlds in their early formation; on their dying days to forever capture their essence in my journals. I stay until I understand the life forms there and move on. Though most worlds have become dust, their memories grace my books. Their physical forms are void, but not the marrow of existence.
"Okay?" Randall stands up. "So, what about the boys? I thought we were going to have some cute boys to come and tend to our cocks?"
"You can look at the Storyteller, see his face, such as it is. And all you can think about is boys?" Richard asked.
"It's not like you haven't been playing with boys for years now. I can't even get myself to save my porn, much less touch one." Barry said.
If it is the physical you wish, I can provide. I understand some aspects of the minds of humans. I can make your dreams happen. But to do so, I must be part of your consciousness.
The Storyteller picks up Barry's book and opens it. Lights dance across his face as the contents within become part of his immediate consciousness. He sets the book down and slides it back to Barry.
You have much to learn about your species. But you do not attempt to delude me with bravado and falsehoods. You have questions that need to be answered. Questions which I can resolve with you together. All I ask is you open and allow us to traverse the journey together.
Richard and Randall watch as Barry shakes.
"Um. What does that mean?" Barry asks.
The Storyteller remained still.
"Go for it. Maybe he'll morph into a small boy and become our little sex slave for the weekend." Randall smirked.
Barry wrings his fingers tightly and sighs. "Okay, what do I need to do?"
The Storyteller leans forward, facing Barry. Two tentacles of glowing energy stretch from the void in the center and drift through the air toward Barry.
"What the hell is that?" Barry cowers.
To understand, I must become.
The strands cover the distance across the table, approaching Barry's face. Their colors fluctuate in a dizzying blur of patterns.
Barry swats at the lights before him, but his hands pass through without moving them away. "SHIT!"
Richard finds the display of colors mesmerizing and cannot turn his gaze away from the mystical energy approaching his friend.
Do not fear. There is no harm in what comes to you. I must understand.
The tentacles of light go past Barry's face and to the sides. Once halfway back, they turn inward and slip into his ear canals.
Barry stiffens up as the beams of energy pierce his brain. The stimulation it causes creates a flood of images in his mind. The chaos created in his mind leaves him dizzy and unfocused.
The light from the Storyteller glows in Barry's eyes until the intensity shines directly back at the entity creating a optical bridge between the two. As the connection is established, the Storyteller allows the mind of his current guest to expand and explore the desires within his subconsciousness.
Soon, he will begin to the process of having the story told to him through the eyes of a man conflicted and confused.
I hope you have enjoyed the beginning of my newest story. I do not know where this will go, but it has so many possibilities. I know most of you who have read this far hoped for some more `action', but in the interest of storytelling myself, I establish the scenario and let it unfold before your eyes.
If you are interested, I have another story on Nifty called SANTA'S MAGIC PIPE. I also have stories published on AO3 that have less restrictive storylines. If you are interested, you can find them at https://archiveofourown.org/users/BalloonSanta/works
If you enjoy them, feel free to email me at BalloonSanta@proton.me and let me know what you think.