Okay, this is my first submitted story and I hope it goes well. I'm a huge fan of Charmed and really wanted to do this my way, (not that I have a problem with other Charmed slash fiction), and focused it around my favorite character, who I believe to be gay anyway seeing as he never mentioned any interest in females during the show. Anyway, enough of my rambling, here's my story. Hope you like it.
DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story all belong to the WB's Charmed, created by Constance M. Burge.
Wyatt Matthew Halliwell is visited by a strange man who seems awfully familiar as he's forced to revisit his childhood and all of the sexual encounters it entails.
Chapter 1
I've always been different. The moment I was conceived, I was to be the Twice Blessed Child. Even while in my mother's womb, I had power...I was feared. I could summon beings from the beyond, put up protective shields, heal mortal wounds, and even switch the powers of those around me...without even being born yet!
And now here I was twenty years later, standing in my mother's kitchen while she chopped onions over the stove.
"Wyatt, honey," she told me as she turned her head in all directions looking for something.
"Yeah, Mom," I respond.
"Could you, uh, get the cayenne pepper for me? I've seen to misplace it."
I smirked as the bottle of pepper sat right in front of her, disguised between all of the other 101 spices she used during her cooking...and potion making.
I walked across the little kitchen, my tall 6'3" body towering over my mom. I reached for the pepper bottle and handed it to her with a slick smile on my face that made my blue eyes sparkle.
"I saw that there," she defended as she took the pepper from my big hand and lightly sprinkled some into the boiling pot.
"Suuure," I replied in my deep, smooth tone of voice. I rubbed my hand through my long blond hair as I leaned against the counter crossing my arms, afraid to bring up the subject that's been on my mind lately.
Mom stole a glance towards my direction, and upon seeing my distance gaze, she stopped cooking for a second and asked, "What's bothering you now?"
Shrugging, I answered back coolly, "Nothing, Mom. I just- I have a lot on my mind."
She raised an eyebrow, tilted her head, "Hmm," and continued cooking. I knew perfectly well what that meant. She would just find out eventually or ask me until I finally spilled.
But I couldn't tell her, not yet, not until I was sure myself. I stood up, fully erect and excuse myself. "I think I'll head home now. I'm suddenly swamped."
"Okay," she said testing her recipe with a wooden spoon, "Don't forget Chris' graduation is tomorrow. Your still coming, right? Of course you are, see you later."
I kissed my mom goodbye and thought of my apartment's bedroom. When I could see it clearly in my mind's eye, I reached deep within me and imagined myself orbing there. Swirls of white light surrounded me and my mom's kitchen faded from view as my body became nothing but tiny orbs of light.
The orbs of light disappeared from the kitchen and reappeared in my apartment's bedroom half way across town. The orbs settled down and formed the shape of a 6'3" man, and then, finally I materialized. I looked around my bedroom and noticed something was off.
When I had left, I had the outfit I was going to attend to my little brother Chris' graduation laid across my bedspread. But now the shirt was missing. My twenty plus years of magical experience kicked in and my senses instantly went on alert.
At that moment, a figure appeared in my bedroom's doorway. A man. He was six feet even, very muscular and had the most smooth ivory skin that seemed to shine against his emerald green eyes. His brown hair was messy yet maintained it's own uniquely spiked style. He wore dark pants that I've seen more than once and MY dress shirt, fully unbuttoned on his bare chest. If it weren't for the circumstances, I would of thought of him as the Adonis type.
But I knew he was no god, but the opposite. A demon. I lifted my hands instinctively, tapping into my telekinetic ability, and sent him hurling across my apartment's living room into the coffee table. I quickly exit my room and stormed right up to demon who now lay on my apartment's carpet, in a slight daze from his fall.
"What were you doing in my house," I demanded coolly. Over time, I developed a sense of calm when dealing with demons. They knew who I was. They wouldn't dare burst into my home, steal my clothes and not have a damn good reason for doing it.
He looked up and smiled at me, "I love it when you do that."
I gasped. Yes, I actually gasped, like how they do in the movies when the protagonist suddenly realizes something bad. I backed up slowly, memories of my early childhood rushing back to me at full speed. I knew this demon.
He stood up, "Sorry about the shirt," he said cocking his head back. "I just miss your scent sooo much." Although his words were charming, everything about him was sinisterly cunning. Evil.
"Wh- Who are you," I stuttered, a rare habit for me...very rare.
"I think you know," the demon drew closer to me, close enough to reach out and grab me. "You liked to call me Booman," he grinned.
As much as I wanted to vanquish him right then and there, I couldn't help but think back to all of those years as a child.
It started as far back as I could remember. Whenever I was sleeping alone (Chris was a crier and always woke me up so he slept in Mom and Dad's room sometimes), I would hear strange sounds and see things in the shadow of my room. I always thought it was the boogeyman. I drifted my five year old eyes back to sleep, trying to forget the scary thoughts when I would wake up suddenly, a man caressing me in his huge, muscular arms.
I screamed and then he disappeared, gone in a shimmer, as my parents burst through the door to see what was wrong with me. This continued for years. But as I grew more fond of his touch, I began to give in when I woke up to his snug chest. I swear more than one time, he would touch me in places I never explored myself. It felt weird...funny, but I never laughed. I just pretended to be asleep as the boogeyman touched me down there...everywhere. I had a little lisp and snagged tooth, so would sometimes wake-up, off-guard and yell for the "booman" to go away.
When I turned 12 years old and hit puberty, the boogeyman would show up more when I was sleeping alone, only now I was smart enough to know he was a demon..or at least a figment of my imagination. My mind went back to that one night....
I just turned 13 years old. I had my own room by then and loved it, until that night. I remembered laying in my bed, unable to fall asleep when Booman was suddenly laying behind me. I felt his big arm wrap around me and his leg caress my skinny teenager limbs as he slowly moved his large, hard member on my butt.
I was a little shocked at what it could be when he started to kiss my neck and lick in my ear. He whispered softly, "Happy Birthday, my sweet Wyatt." He then grabbed the covers over my body and yanked them off, revealing my pajama bottoms and bare upper torso, I didn't like to sleep with a shirt on. At this point, I was both, too scared and excited to do anything. He continued to kiss my neck, but went down further. He then wrapped his tongue around my nipple and moved his snaky hand over my pajama bottoms. I held my breath.
He massaged my cock slowly as he worked my nipple with his arousing tongue and for the first time ever, I wanted my Booman to stay with me forever. It felt so good that I thought I was dying, was this was death felt like? No, it was ecstasy. I grabbed his head with my hand and begged him to keep going. But he stopped and looked at me with that devilish smile on his face. He was such a tease.
He removed his hand from my bottoms and took off his shirt. His bare chest and hard nipples shone in the moonlight, like two imposing guns pointing directly at my face. He then went on to remove my pajama bottoms, my cock growing to it's full 7 inches. He slid his hand under my cock and penetrated a finger quickly in my virgin hole, making me squeal with pain. How did he do that?
He must have been turned on by my squealing, because he grabbed the top of my bare stomach and dragged me closer to him, his finger still in my hole. My legs helplessly dangled on either side of him. He finally withdrew his finger after wiggling it around and slid his pants off, he wasn't wearing any type of underwear.
"I'm going to fuck your virgin ass so damn hard, Wyatt," he breathed into my ear as he pressed his large 12" cock against my balls. I made a little whimper, both because of the fact that I was scared and that he was hurting my balls with his thick ass cock.
Never in my life had I felt so helpless, so powerless, but I wanted him to hurt me. This was the only man in the world who touched me all over while I was sleeping, watching me night after night, wanting me in every way possible. In a weird way, I felt connected to him. "Take it," I said breathlessly, not sure if I had really said that. "Please fuck me," I reached up and tried to kiss him but he took his strong arms and pinned me back down. Ooh, did I mention he was a tease. Even in the darkened room, I could see his white grin.
And then without warning, he lifted my legs easily and found my whole with those snaky fingers of his, spreading it, making me squeal again. He really knew how to use those fingers of his.
"Oohhhh, Wyatt. I'm gonna fuck you so damn hard and deep, you'll be screaming for more by the time I'm done with you," the demon then put his thick cock up to my whole, I held my breath again and then he pushed the whole 12 inches in altogether in one powerful thrust. I felt my asshole rip with pain, followed by a more painful rip inside. His cock was thick and destructive!
Before I could scream in protest, he clamped his hand over my mouth and leaned down to lick my lips. "It's okay, my sweet Wyatt. Take it! Take it all! Your being a good boy," he started to slowly pull his long cock out half way, only to thrust it back in. The pain was instantly numbed as a temporary rush of pleasure surged through my body making my cheeks blushed, he knew I liked it. But soon after, I felt the pain.
"Just look at me," he instructed, "Want me more and the pain will stop."
He wrapped his arms under my head and started to kiss me passionately. I kissed back and then he went crazy, driven by madness. He pumped his cock in and out of my hole at an incredible speed. I could hear the sound of his hips slapping into my ass cheeks. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! He was also driving me crazy, I've never felt so good in my life! I went wild with ecstasy, grabbing his brown hair, scratching his back, wrapping my legs over his torso and allowing him in more. He loved my reaction, appreciated it and rewarded me by going even deeper, if that were even possible.
"Aaaahhhhhhhh," I was squealing like a little girl, "Don't sto-p." He pulled all of his 12 inches out with a POP and smiled at me. Did I mention how big of a tease he was. And then....he slammed his cock into me, balls and all, making me shudder with uncontrollable pain and pleasure.
"Yeah, my little sweet Wyatt," he licked into my ear as he plowed me down. "That's a good boy. Take it all! Your my little slut boy, aren't you!?"
I wrapped my arms and legs around his muscular body and begged for him to keep going. Finally he started to moan, and loudly.
"AAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW," he moaned into my ear making something wet drip out of my cock. "YYYYYYEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I'm coming, Wyatt. I'm gonna cum all inside of your ass, boy. Then pull it out, cum over your precious body and make you eat it!"
He went to town, pumping so fast, I thought I WAS going to die. And then with a final thrust, deep into my ass, he burst out in the most pleasure-filled moan I've ever heard in my life. "AAAOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. YYYYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS." I heard a wet, sound as his cock became more slippery and started to fuck me easier as his cum eased out all over my hole. He took his cock out and placed his enormous member in front of me and continued to cum in large, steady jets. A stream shot out so fast and hard, it made me jump. It landed from my belly button all the way up to my chin.
Another stream of hot cum shot out and hit me dead in the face, forcing me to close my eyes and mouth. But then he crawled forward on his knees and forced his huge, wet cock head into my mouth and fucked my mouth, shooting three more streams into my mouth. I almost choked on the salty stuff, it was so much. He then withdrew his cock from my lips and smiled as a fountain of cum escaped my mouth.
He rubbed his hand down my bare, cum-filled chest and said, "That's my little Wyatt," and was gone. Just like that. He shimmered away and was gone. I was alone again, left to tend to my sore ass and wet sheets.
I stood there, still in my living room, staring at the man that had his way with me almost all of my life. He continued to grin and stepped closer, I let him. He rubbed a hand over my chest, which was strongly poking out through my tight shirt.
"Little Wyatt, you've grown so much. My big and strong man," he teased. "This is going to be fun."
TO BE CONTINUED....
*** Thank you all for reading.