The Other World
30th October 2014

People have all sort of weird desires, they follow their dreams, thinking that everything is possible if they try hard enough. But then, guess what? The shit hits the fan, they fall to their knees over and over, all broken, shattered into pieces, no longer able to dream big. In the end, they think of the past, the perfect short moments, collecting their memories, wondering when everything turned into a disaster. Was it their choice? Their fault? A single mistake? At some point one, naive dream remains. They hope to wake up. After all, what would you do if you woke up as your five-year-old self, with all the memories of your lived life intact? Such a power, the overwhelming knowledge, the possibility to change the whole world. And most importantly, a big chance for a new, perfect life. Wouldn't you call it naïve?

I guess Max was the same - the little, eleven years old boy hoped to open his eyes and find out that meeting me was nothing more but a nightmare. I can't even imagine what was going on inside his head when he figured out the truth. He understood it as soon as he woke up on the early morning, only to find his mouth stuffed with my erected penis, the fresh sperm leaking from it. On the other hand, when I woke up I discovered he was gone.

The bed was a mess, the best proof that my desires knew no limits. I was just warming up, discovering my powers, learning new stuff as I took control over his life. Max was an easy prey, the boy you would bully, there was something about him. The thing that kept telling me punch him. And he? He could escape, run, like a coward. People like him do it all the time, they escape from everyone, they are born and die as slaves to their own fears. Fucking pathetic, worthless little shits. As soon as they die nobody mentions them, nobody remembers. They never existed – the heroes of yesterday, always living in the shadow of their past. Obviously, I was angry. Angry at him and the fact that he was nowhere to be found. You can understand me, I think, right? The only thing I wished for this morning were his cocksucker's lips, wrapped tightly around my swollen prick. And he failed miserably.

I was still hard. Was it the morning wood? Or the promise that I will soon get what I want? Either way, I knew what to do, I felt much more confident, knowing how easy will it be to take advantage of him. I could taste his boyish sperm in my mouth, I had no idea how many times he came, but I felt betrayed. I rewarded him for his obedience, I sucked his little penis and he did not even thank me for it. Not fair. Not fair at all.

Getting up from the bed I did not bother dressing up, it felt rather nice when the cold, morning breeze penetrated every cell in my ghostly body. Walking through the wall I marched into Max's little brother's room.

He was sleeping, the boy could not be older than 9 years old. So pretty and happy, always laughing and active. The thing that caught my eye was the fact that the kid was blushing. The reddened cheeks contrasted with the rest of his face, Jack had short brown hair, dark eyes and the most perfect nose you can imagine. A young god, a child model, an A quality. They say that boys like him will break many hearts one day – I could not agree more. You know, I was not feeling well. After all, he was just nine, way too small to understand the world of sex and lust. Leaning closer I listened to his breath and tried to place my lips on top of his. No, it was not working. I had no idea what exactly was making Max special, and why he was able to see me, but I felt regret. Why him and not the little Jack? Why was my afterlife so awful? I wanted them! I wanted them both! Squirming in the pain and pleasure.

“Oh, Jack. I will spy on you anyway. I will be there, watching you grow up. You are so... different from him, better, stronger. What are you dreaming about? Why are you blushing so bad?” I asked myself the questions looking at his face.

Once again, I don't know what exactly happened, but for a brief second I sensed that my body is not my own, my spirit separated from it, the world was vibrating badly. I could hear voices, a loud buzzing in the background. My mind filled with the different thoughts, the thoughts belonging to someone else. Before my eyes, I saw a vision full of the dreamy images and colors. I saw Jack's classmates, the Halloween party, I saw Max's erected penis. I felt all the emotions at once, happiness, excitement, sadness. Some real and fake memories kept returning, mixing, forming yet another dream which inhabited the little boy's brain. This was way too much, an exhausting discovery, something that sent shivers down my spine and left me speechless. Or was I just imagining things? It lasted just for a single second, was I going slightly mad already?

Taking a deep breath I walked through the wall again. There he was, my little friend, Max. Can you imagine? He was sitting in a shower, letting the warm water splatter against his body with his legs tucked into his chest and arms. Was he crying again? Either way, Max looked good, vulnerable, exposed. I think he knew I was coming. He probably figured out that I will punish him for vanishing without my allowance, and yes, he was right. I used every opportunity to make him suffer a little bit. Besides, if he didn't disappear I would simply accuse him of not sucking me properly. There was always a way to justify my desires. Walking through the thick glass I placed my hand on his arm and pushed him forward with full force.

“What the...” The short sentence escaped his mouth as I pinned him against the wall, grabbing him by the waist roughly, so he was unable to move.

Max shouted, but then I placed my hand on top of his lips, muffling all the screams. Within one second his heart was beating like crazy, I could sense it, I knew he was full of fear, not knowing what will happen next. His body was all tensed up, the teenager tried to fight me, but all his efforts were in vain, he was too weak, like a fucking little girl. Placing my lips on his neck I sucked the skin, licking all the fresh water covering it, biting it. Well, good for him I was just a ghost and not a vampire. Leaving a dark blue-red hickey behind I kissed his spine, travelling further down, along it. This was my long journey to the previously unexplored area, to his virgin anus , which I was hoping to assault sooner or later.

“You did bad. You know that?” I asked, grabbing his loose testicles, pulling the smooth sack down. “Do you really think you can escape me?” Squeezing them even harder, I sent a spasm of pain all over his body, Max howled.

“I'm sorry, Nicky!” His voice was low, I thought he was about to burst in tears already. “I just couldn't stand it. The taste in my mouth... It's...” He paused and then continued. “I brushed my teeth three times and I can still feel it. Please, it's wrong. We should stop. I just can't take it anymore.” Max pleaded, standing motionless, allowing me to abuse him. Such a crybaby!

Obviously, I did not reply. I loved hearing his broken voice. At first, it seemed full of hope, as if the boy believed that he can change his destiny. Then, when he was crying already, his voice was really low, he was only begging me to finish as soon as possible. A perfect victim, unable to stand up and fight. Max's body was trembling as I used my hand to grasp his both buttocks as hard as I could, digging my nails into his sensitive skin, leaving the red marks. Parting the two, hairless globes I took my time to glare at his anus, the most intimate place in his body. Oh, my stomach was full of the burning sensation as I fought my desire to fuck him right there, without any lube. I wished to penetrate him fully, make him moan like a little bitch, make him pay for everything that happened to me.

The pink, puckered hole was really tight. It was everything I hoped for, a narrow tunnel, a boypussy which needed to be destroyed, violated, used to satisfy my vicious needs and overwhelming lust. I don't think that Max figured out what I planned to do, or he simply refused to believe in it. I can't blame him, the young boys like him think that nobody can hurt them, that they are immortal. But there's no mystic barrier protecting them from the world. As a matter of fact, the only thing that standing between me and Max's insides was his sphincter, all clenched up. I admit, I could barely resist giving it a try, knowing that I may not have enough time to claim him fully before the Halloween night.

“No, it's gross...” Another few words escaped his words as I prepared for my breakfast, placing my both hands on the anus, massaging it.

As soon as my fingertips touched him he tried to clench his rectum, fighting my intrusion, but I was persistent. I knew that I could not let him go till I was done having my part of fun. Thanks to the water splattering against his body, his hole was all wet and glistening, making my task easier. Pressing fingers from both sides, digging them into his skin I began parting them forcefully, watching as some of the juicy, pink flesh of Max's rectum appeared before my eyes. While his brain was fighting me, his body was slowly getting ready. I guess it's true what they say, that the pussy can sense the incoming cock. Instinctively, this is what he was longing for. A strong, big cock in his virgin boypussy. He was such a slut.

Sliding my fingers a bit deeper I managed to get my fingertips inside him. As soon as it happened I began stretching him further, trying to bury them inside, battling his tightened muscles. A groan escaped the boy's mouth, then another one. I think he actually clenched his teeth, focusing all his energy on his sphincter. Funny thing – as soon as I placed the tip of my tongue on this sensitive spot Max gasped, fully surprised, releasing the muscle tension. Using the opportunity I attacked again, stabbing his pristine opening hard, getting half of my fingers inside, causing him to groan again. I think Max was in a pain already, I was spreading him wide, ignoring the protests, marking the way with my own spit. Okay, alright, maybe this was my first time rimming someone's ass, but I really adored it, slurping loudly, lapping his flesh with a passion.

“It hurts! Oh god, it hurts!” I could hear his quiet sobbing. What a whiny kid.

The sensitive skin around his anus was red already, suffering from the torture, but I kept going, seeing more and more of my fingers disappearing inside him. I pressed from both sides, stabbing the walls standing in my way. And finally, after few more minutes, when he was already bawling from the searing pain, I succeeded. My two saliva and water covered fingers were on the other side of the tunnel. Still, I admit, his rectum remained tight, the muscles were crushing my fingers, all tight, slimy, but already loosened up. Finger fucking him was a pleasure, and I confess that I quite enjoyed it, as long as he was fighting me. As soon as I retracted my fingers I caressed his boyish hole and slid them again in a rapid motion. Max howled in pain, thinking that I will split him open. Well, I guess my nails stabbed some sensitive spot inside his rectum. His fault. At least he wasn't bleeding. Not yet.

Standing right behind him, assaulting his swollen anus I leaned closer to his face, biting his ear. Oh, he was in mess again, his eyes were reddened, full of tears and yet another snot was running down his nose. A grimace appeared on his face every time when my fingers invaded him fully and rubbed against the prostate. I wished to know what was going inside his head right now. I wanted him to express all the emotions, his low voice was making me aroused, his crying made me leaking, I wanted him to share his pain.

“What are you thinking now?” I asked, drilling my fingers to the sides, using my second hand to grab his penis, which remained erected, despite all the suffering Max was experiencing.

“It's stinging so bad... Please, Nicky. I won't escape anymore. Just... just stop.” He hissed, suggesting the compromise, hoping that I will show him so mercy. You see, he was a weak one.

“I wish I could fuck you right now. You are such a crybaby, come on, cry some more, fag.” I shouted directly in his ear as I played with his penis, retracting the painfully tight foreskin. Now, all of his privates were a source of the growing agony, which was driving him crazy.

He continued bawling like a baby, he was so different now, not as bold as he used to be on the yesterday's evening. Whispering a single word in Max's ear I watched as he knelt down on the floor before me, closed his eyes, opening his mouth wide, his poor chin was shaking. He was ready to do anything to free himself from the unbearable pain. Don't ask me why but I wanted to punch him again for giving up so easily. Placing my erected penis in front of his lips I pushed forward, meeting no resistance at all. And soon, Max started gagging as my glans squeezed into his virgin throat. No, he only tried to gag, he was unable to do so, my shaft lodged the entrance to his throat.

Poor boy, he was trying to get free, he could not breathe, I could see the panic growing in his pretty tear-stained eyes, Max never expected it to happen. I knew what he was thinking now, his mind was full of it, he thought that I will kill him, let him choke on my dick. Using his hands he tried to push me away, but I held his head in an iron grip, slowly retracting. The eleven-year-old boy used this opportunity to gasp, he took a deep breath, sensing that I'm pushing again, deeper and deeper. The gag reflex continued, all of his muscles were tensing up, he was crying once again, and his face, of god, his blushing face was so arousing to me. Eventually, he surrendered, devoting myself to my pleasure.

“Mnm-hmn!” Max mumbled, but I silenced him with a sharp push down his throat. More tears followed, running down the boy's cheeks.

Of course, while I adored the sensations, my pleasure and his pain, I knew that I was not able to delay my climax any longer. Every time when my swollen glans brushed against Max's tight throat and penetrated his mouth fully I felt shivers down my spine. The tension inside me was building up every time when I pushed, taking everything Max had to offer. His reddened lips, his playful tongue, the clenching throat. My burning testicles were slapping against Max's chin. The boy's nostrils were full of my scent as I pressed my groin against his face for the one final time and exploded into his throat. Boom. Now I was the one shaking, having a good time, flooding him with my boyish juice.

Max felt an enormous exquisite relief. It was over, the torture which wasn't even remotely pleasant, a perverted sexual act, which seemed like the worst thing that could happen to him. There was no more fear, only loud gasps, the terrible pain in his throat, the taste of warm, sticky fluid all inside, which appeared to stuff him fully. I could say he was broken, the lesson taught. I wanted nothing more and nothing less.

“I expect you to suck my cock till I wake up. Hey. Look at me.” I snarled, grabbing his chin once more. A hint of satisfaction appeared inside me as I saw my own sperm dripping from his lips. “Open your mouth.”

Humiliating him even more I aimed my half-erected member and began pissing, watching as the heavy spray of my urine splashed against his face. Was I degenerated already? Was I beyond redemption? No, fuck this shit. My afterlife was the best proof that the evil always win. Think about it, imagine the little Max. He did nothing wrong and yet I treated him like shit, simply because I could. And every-time when he thought that it was over I introduced him to a new form of fun. My fun. Oh, Max Doyle was just in a wrong place at a wrong time, I suppose. Or perhaps... there was more about it? My fault that I'm not able to see things beyond the tip of my cock.

I watched him taking a shower. Obviously, he needed another one badly. Now, looking at him in a whole new light I wondered what was so special about him. Not knowing who or what controls the universe I believed that Max's existence had some purpose. It wouldn't be fair if he was just a sex toy for me, although that would be very generous, thank you very much. One thing for sure, I knew that he will just get older and I will stay forever young. That I will come here, year after year, haunting him and his family. Why? Was I having some existential crisis? Quite funny, considering that I don't quite exist anymore.

“Max! We need to talk!” I heard the boy's mother's voice getting louder and louder as she began slamming her fists against the door. “Are you there?”

“Yes, mom. Just a second!” His voice sounded neutral, no longer filled with fear or pain. A normal, perfectly healthy boy. Wrapping the towel around his waist he walked to the door and opened them.

There was something about her eyes. She was tired, disgusted, shocked and amused at the same time. I think that the woman wasn't sure how to react, her voice sounded weak all of sudden. And as I discovered pretty quickly I found it easy to read her mind. Or even better, invade it. It happened for no reason, the numbness, vibrations, within a second I was seeing the world through her eyes. I heard every word she said, and what's more surprising I could use her muscles to curl her fingers into fists.

“Your bed is all stinking and in a mess. What kind of perverted boy are you? Clean it up.” She shouted in a sharp voice, looking at her kid. Then, her tone changed, her face no longer expressed anger. “I like to poo. Yummy.” She added and walked back to her room.

As you can imagine Max's face was quite confused. The boy looked at me and I just grinned a little. Oh, this was getting easy, I was learning so fast. Knowing that my powers are getting stronger I just could not wait to use them against Max. So weird, mind controlling people was creepy but fun, even if the effect lasted just for a few seconds.

“Doing you a favor, mate. Now get to your room and dress your ass.” I explained. He was still speechless.

So perhaps Max's family served a purpose after all. I decided to learn more about my little victim, help him and what's more important, keep using my new abilities, hoping to discover my own fate. Oh, that was the best decision I have ever made.

You see, I mentioned it already, Max pretended to be a magician. I have no idea why, but I guess it all began as soon as he found the old, dusty tome, full of magic tricks. A usual tome, should I say, written in English, no fancy talk, some simple tricks. Max quickly became obsessed by the topic, reading more and more paranormal related books, learning about ghosts, demons and all the stuff you can only imagine. He was a nerdy boy, who thought that being a magician will make him popular in the school. But I knew the truth, he confessed it fairly quickly.

“And yeah, tomorrow is the magic show and I promised to show some tricks.” He stated, dressing in his weird costume, grasping his wand, waving it in front of me.

“So? What is your plan?” I asked curiously, seeing that he is focused on his task, pulling flowers out of his sleeve, causing some of them to fall on the floor. “I hope you don't plan to cut some girl in a half. You know, you need two people for that. Right?”

“Yeah, that's cheap!” He stated, staring at his cards and leaned closer to me. “Ok, pick one card.” Max suggested and I did.

“Okay.” I muttered, rolling my eyes. What a fun. Kill me. No, seriously, he was full of self-esteem, thinking that his tricks are the best things ever. Pulling the ace of spades from his hand I smiled. Oh, aren't they calling it the “death card”?

“Yeah, give it back. I will tell you... one second...” The eleven-year-old boy murmured, shuffling the cards, sticking his tongue out. I admit, he looked rather cute, but damn me, he was so naïve. “Was it the six of hearts?”

“No.” I answered shortly, covering my face with a hand, taking a loud breath. “You are the worst magician ever, seriously. You suck.”

“Erm. Nine of hearts? No? But... wait. There's more!” He shouted, feeling completely shocked hearing my criticism. Grasping the book Max began searching for another trick to impress me. Perhaps, deep inside he figured out I was right, that the Halloween night will be a disaster. “Fuck. I don't get it. Why are these pages blank?”

Walking closer to him I looked at his book once more. Well, yes, there was no doubt. At least few pages remained empty, they looked much older than the rest of the tome. Even their texture seemed different, as if the sheets were made from the human skin. Looking again at the cover I noticed a little worn-away writing on the top. What was it saying? “Free me?” No, “Feed me”. Why was it sending shivers down my spine? Trying to act cool I agreed with him that it seemed unusual that at least one of the sections was missing, but there was nothing I could do about it. Besides, his problems were solved anyway, he did not need an old book to make it work. He needed me, just me.

“Call you brother and pretend to do your stupid stuff, waving wand and shit.” I proposed, grasping the cards, placing them on a top of the table. As soon as the little boy walked in the room he blushed again, his memory was still full of the wild images of sex. “Tell him to stand still and pick the card. I will fly them to him.”

The little kid's mouth was wide open as the card deck started levitating, moving slowly up to him. You know, I could barely hold myself from laughing as I watched Max making a weird noise, shaking his hand as if the trick required him to use all of his magic power. Jack let out a short sigh as I placed the cards in front of him, allowing him to choose a random card. The six of diamonds.

“Six of diamonds.” I stated, knowing that only Max could hear me.

“Ok, remember your card. Put it in the deck.” Max instructed his brother, watching as the deck was levitating back to him. “Was... was it the six of diamonds?”

“Wow! Amazing! So cool!” Can you levitate me? Or no, no, wait. Our English teacher! Make her go boom!” Jack shouted, tapping his foot against the floor, jumping all around his older brother.

The truth is, we consider magic nothing more but some cheap tricks, an illusion, something that can fool our brain, sometimes making us question the reality. Most of the time we believe that it's a trick, that no paranormal powers are involved. Sometimes we are just too narrow-minded to see the truth behind the trick, we fail to understand the basic laws of physics, we just stare in awe, clapping loudly. But Max, well, he was signing the pact with the devil. I could make him the world's most famous person, nobody could question his skills, because his powers would not come from the world of the living. Scary, but I think I got him.

For the first time in years, I was laughing, feeling like a little, silly boy, forgetting about everything that happened before. Max kept inventing the new tricks and I helped him make them happen. I admit, I had my part of the fun as he made it challenging. As we kept going the tricks were getting more and more extreme, he knew no limits. Actually, knowing his porn habits I knew what Max wanted, but he was too shy to admit it. The little eleven years old boy hoped to find himself a female assistant, a young girl, who would be impressed with his illusion skills. Oh, Max, the nasty kid, he hoped to convince the girl that the tying up and bondage was nothing more or less, but a part of the magic trick. Pretty nice, isn't it?

Can you imagine the most extreme trick? Throwing knives, swallowing swords, jumping into the pool full of sharks, catching bullets. Max wanted something big for his grand finale, the thing that would make him an instant legend. And while I had my own ideas he preferred to stick to something casual. The levitation. It seemed that Max liked his brother's idea and the thought of flying across the hall was making him all excited.

“Alright.” I stated after one more hour. “I will help you. But...”

“But what will you get?” He asked in a sharp voice as if he was able to read my mind. “Does it matter? You will get what you want, anyway.” Max blurted out, narrowing his eyes, biting his lip. Oh, so he was thinking hard. I wondered...

To my surprise, he was the hardest nut to crack. His brain or spirit were fighting my intrusion, his body could be penetrated easily, but his mind remained the secret. And while some dullness crossed his face it disappeared after a second. I tried again, focusing all my power on him, training my skills. Finally, the five seconds seemed like the eternity, but during that time I managed to get partial control over his body. Sensing his heart beating and deep breathing I felt as if I was living again. All the emotions and thoughts were flowing like the river through his mind. Max hated me, I knew it, he wished to get rid of me, to find some spell in his silly magic book. Ordering him to take a step forward I watched as he obeyed, getting closer to the aquarium, which was standing on top of the desk.

“Kill them, kill them all.” My hissing voice surged through his brain, but then, as soon as Max understood what he was hearing he returned to his consciousness. At first, he was confused, but then he turned his face toward me, full of anger.

“What the fuck was that?” He shouted, expecting some explanation, curling his hands into fists, getting ready to attack me. And then he punched my arm. His intentions were clear. “Do you think you can toy with people's brains?”

“Apparently not. Not everytime, but I'm working on it.” I laughed In his face, getting up, standing in front of him, staring directly into his eyes. He was provoking me. Well then, time for round two. “You are right, Max. I will get what I want. Let's just put your stupid wand where it belongs.”

“Huh?”

“Get on your bed, stick your butt up.” I explained.

“I'm... No!” The angry boy tried to punch me again, but his hand froze mid-air as I managed to break his protective barriers again. So, my skills worked better as long as I wasn't trying to hurt anyone using my victim's body. Interesting.

Slapping him hard I caused his body to fall on the floor. Then, I dragged him closer to the bed and threw him on top of it, before he even noticed it. Another two seconds passed, I was going in and out his mind, blocking him from taking any action. Max surely felt as if he was on drugs, his vision blacking out, the white color appearing as soon as he regained consciousness. It took me just a minute, he was struggling, fighting me, wiggling his body to the sides, but I got him tied up. His legs and legs were bound together, making him unable to move.

“This is unfair!” Max protested, rubbing his hands together, as if he expected that the string tied around his wrists will just tear into pieces. “Listen, Nicky. Really. Look at me!”

Sliding my fingers under his waistband I unzipped his pants, pulling them down his knees along with the underwear. You know what? His penis was erected already, leaking, pressed against his abdomen. I think he liked the thought of putting something between his legs after all. Max's anus was still red, a bit wet, it clearly was not as tight as it used to be. I think he could do the real magic using his ass, no boy would resist it. Grasping the strings and the stick resting on the floor I walked behind him Max once again, seeing that he was still trying to break free, wiggling his legs. Was he panicking already?

“Wh-What are you doing?” The little boy asked, peeking down, hoping to see the lower part of his own body. “Ow!”

Squeezing Max's scrotum I began tying up the string around it, making sure that his testicles were all tight and exposed, clearly visible under the no longer puckered skin. The little boy was sweating badly already, his muscles were all tensing up as I stroked the delicate shaft, tying up yet another knot at the base of his penis. And then, I pulled both strings causing him to jump in a place and gasp loudly. His little, precious penis was pulled back, the testicles were smashed against his butt. I could not even imagine the pain he was feeling now as I pulled harder, tying the other end of the rope to his neck. Every time when he moved a little bit he was inflicting pain on himself, the thin cord cutting into his skin.

Max's wand was made out of wood, colored black, polished nicely, almost ten centimeters long and one centimeter wide. The boy was clearly pretending to be the Harry Potter, I thought. But even the famous wizard would tremble in fear knowing what I planned to do. Preparing to deal a strike I raised my hand, aiming for the most sensitive spot. As you may guess Max hissed in pain as soon as the hard wood met his testicles, sending the waves of torment all over his groin. And when his scrotum was red already I could not help myself and slapped him hard again, targeting his left nut this time. Oh, he was in such a bad shape now, squirming, torturing his own balls as soon as he lifted his head, pulling the rope, stretching the elastic sack.

“Do you want me to continue?” I asked, looking at him. “Come on, let's do the trick and make your wand disappear inside you. The whole wand.” I snarled, putting the emphasis on the last sentence, seeing as his tear-stained eyes opened wide.

Stabbing his still-virgin anus with my fingers I prepared for the fight. Using absolutely no lube, but his own boyish juices I began pushing hard, making my way inside him. You might be surprised, but this time Max surrendered to me, his sphincter was relaxed, the whole narrow tunnel appeared really smooth. Perhaps he figured out that fighting me was pointless. Or he was scared to move exposing himself to more pain? Either way – it worked perfectly, my fingers were all slippery, going in and out in slow motion, invading Max's most intimate place. I couldn't believe how moist it was and wondered what would he do if I fucked him now. He was surely testing my strong will, constantly teasing me.

Placing the wooden object in front of the little boy's anus I pushed, watching as the tip disappeared inside, sliding inside Max. Instinctively trying to clench his anus Max groaned a little when the hard wand stabbed his insides, drilling the way inside. I guess I was pretty thrilled to see it happen, this was a true magic. I wished to push something more inside him, the bigger the better, I actually wondered where were his limits, if there were any limits. A small piece of wood was nowhere as painful as the giant basketball bat fucking Max's ass, I thought.

But I fucked him roughly, pushing and retracting pretty quickly, twice within a second. Stabbing his guts, brushing the sensitive prostate I made sure that the wand was going deeper every time. The whole length of the ten centimeters long object was soon inside him, his anus swallowed it fully without much of a sweat. Of course, Max was sobbing a little, complaining and acting like a baby, but I was proud of him. Why? Oh, what a silly question. Every little push, every tear, and drop of the pre-cum was bringing me closer to fulfilling my biggest desire. The Halloween was going to be the biggest night of his life. The evening full of the humiliation, the night full of pain. Max simply failed to understand that I wanted the best for him, preparing him for the great show. Of course, trusting me was his biggest mistake.

“Alright, Max? I will pull it out now.” I whispered, sliding two fingers inside his sore anus, looking for the object buried inside.

Well, sufficient to say that his wand was in a miserable state, Max needed to wash it clean if he planned to use it tomorrow. Placing it in front of his face I saw a grimace of disgust appearing on it. In the meantime I began untying the knots, setting him free. We were playing for solid twenty minutes, I figured out that his legs and hands were really numb now and that he won't be able to move for a while. Even his mind was weaker now, allowing me to take control over him once more. Being inside his body I felt incredible sorrow, the pain radiating from his crotch, the lump in his throat, even my vision was obscured by the tears. Using Max's hand I placed it in front of his violated anus and pressed forward. Shit! Now he shared some pain with me, I could actually sense how intense his pain was, like a thousand of needles pricking at the same time. Getting deeper, feeling the hotness of his anus I ordered him to fuck himself with his own fingers, returning to my own body shortly after.

Max did it, he obeyed my order for a few more seconds before he regained his consciousness fully. I watched his face, the pain crossing it, his eyes were shut tight as he sobbed. But his mouth betrayed him, it remained open, more loud gasps escaping it as he kept penetrating himself, feeling a growing pleasure. Leaving him on the edge was my idea, I knew he won't be able to stop himself from coming. Setting the scene was rather easy, and now it was time for the great reveal. After opening the door to his room wide I returned to the bed, grabbing Max's penis. Wanking him furiously I watched as he opened his eyes and looked at me quizzically, groaning again as his fingers brushed against his own prostate.

“Oh, no! Nicky, please!” He tried to whisper, but I guess they were all able to hear him, especially after the recent, rather loud moan that escaped his throat. Max noticed that the door was opened and begged for mercy. Too late. Way too late.

I heard the footsteps in the hall, someone was getting closer. Was it his mom or his adorable little bro? Either way, I made sure they will see everything - dominating Max's senses once again I blocked him from getting up. Feeling the growing panic within him, the adrenaline rush was so strong that the searing pain was there no more. The poor boy's heart beating was going insane. I left him there, all exposed and half naked, with the fingers between his legs, with the second hand wrapped around his erected penis. One more second passed, I watched the scene of ultimate humiliation as his mother walked through the door. If only you could see her face. She was shocked, almost fainted.

“Max, what the fuck! Are you possessed? Cover yourself before your...” She shouted, getting closer to her son, who kept pleasuring himself, his face full of tears of pain. He gasped again, unable to act.

“What is it, mom?” Jack peeked inside, blushing right away, frozen in tracks.

“Max! Stop it!” She shouted again, grabbing his arm, but his body was tensed up, she was unable to put an end to the perverted act. “Daniel! Off to your room! Now!”

“I... I can't!” My victim shouted, his cheeks burning with the red color, his eyes full of shame. One more stroke, two of them, and he was there, having the greatest orgasm of his young life in front of his loving family.

His body went limp, resting on top of the bed, with both hands on his sides as his penis started to spasm. The fresh semen spurted right away, leaving his painful testicles, splattering all over his body, his clothes, and his bed. Once again, he was making a big mess, the mess his mother was not tolerating. The poor woman and her youngest son were totally astonished watching Max having an orgasm. The boy groaned in pleasure. Parting his lips Max slid inside the same fingers he used to fuck his anus, still wet from his boyish juices. The salty taste filled his mouth as he sucked on them, his body still jerking, sending fresh load outside. Sure enough, Max, the little eleven-year-old boy appeared to be totally corrupted, broken, lacking any morals.

“I will call your dad. He will kill you. Do you hear me, Max? You are a fucking pervert, you should be locked up!” She growled in a weak voice, her eyes seemed so empty. And then she started crying, marching out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Jack followed his mom, all confused, I think he was not able to comprehend what just happened.

“I hate you!” Now, when his orgasm subdued, he shouted so loud, that the walls shook. Too bad for him. Of course, I knew that he meant me, but his mother could not know that. What a silly boy, making it worse for everyone.

Wiping the sperm with his shirt, cleaning up the mess and dressing up rather quickly I watched him leave the room. Perhaps he was hoping to fix the damage done, beg his mother to forgive him. But she would never forget it, the vision of his ecstasy-struck face would haunt her for years. Two more years, as it turned out later. And his dad, oh, his dad said that he was getting back home. This was getting fun. So many possibilities. I could drive them all crazy so easily, destroy their lives, make them fuck each other, burn the house down, my powers knew no limits. No, even better. When I think about it – I could start a new global war pretty quickly, getting to the Washington. Wasn't Mr. President just a simple folk, like most of us? One order from his lips and the world would be brought to its knees.

“I don't think that your mom will call you for the dinner tonight.” I stated, looking out of the window. It was getting dark so early. The Halloween night was going to be just a grim one.

“Dispareo!” He shouted in a sharp voice, pointing his finger at me. “Dispareo! Dispareo!”

Closing my eyes I walked through the wall, flying to the roof, sitting on it. I laughed. Max was really expecting me to disappear, I tried to imagine his face now when he thought that his silly spell has worked. Poor, naive boy, gotta give him a credit for trying. There was something special about this neighborhood, full of old houses, the streets were almost empty, and what's more interesting, there was a forest nearby. A true Halloween landscape. Was I really living here? The Green street seemed like a terrible place for kids. It wasn't even green. As a matter of fact, the street was a mess, full of dead leaves and twigs. The pile of random newspapers near the garbage bin caught my eye. All of them were a few years old, dirty, no longer up-to-date. But there was a single photo, printed on the front page of a local newspaper that made my heart skip a beat.

“Hey, that's me!” I muttered, reading the short note below. According to it I went missing on the 29th October 2012 and never returned home. They were suggesting that I escaped home and begging me to come back, saying that my parents will forgive me. “Mr. and Mrs. Roland are missing their son.” I read out of loud the last sentence and sighed.

So, what exactly happened? Was I kidnapped and murdered? No, they would find my body, surely. Why would someone murder me, anyway? Seemed pointless. Unless he molested me first, yeah. Or perhaps I simply walked out of the home, disappeared in the forest and never returned? Stuff can happen, I thought. Though, It seemed weird to think about my own death when I adored the afterlife fully. Was it worth it? Perhaps. For the little boy called Max. Returning to my new-old home I watched the young teen sitting on the bed, still sobbing. Sneaking from behind I rested on the bed next to him. He shivered a little.

“I knew it. You will never disappear. ” He muttered, accepting the fact, crying in a low voice, hiding his face in palms. Just then I noticed that his cheeks were bright red. “My mom slapped me. Two times. She hates me! And she is right! I'm a dirty boy, full of perverted ideas. Do you know why I want to become a magician?”

“Oh, she just doesn't understand you. Nobody understands you, just me.” I tried to comfort him, faking my smile, wrapping my arm around him. “Perhaps you should home escape? Tomorrow, when everyone is busy trick and treating. She would regret it quickly. I saw a nice, abandoned hut in the forest. We could get there pretty quickly. Nobody would look for you there.”

“I... I was thinking about it, actually.” Max confessed. “I-I think I will do it.”

“Good Max, good.” He was not able to see my grin, but I kept assuring him that everything will be just fine. “We will rock the world together. You and I.” I kissed his cheek, forcing myself on top of him.

“Thank you.” He muttered, surrendering again, allowing me to explore his young body.

“Now, be a good boy and open your mouth, time to go to sleep. Tomorrow you will shine.”