Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2013 02:27:49 +0000
From: Michael Offutt <kavrik@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 17 Black Dragon Rising - Gay Science Fiction

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                            Chapter Seventeen

      I awake to the silence of the dark and my own labored breathing. From
all around me floats the scent of putrefaction. My tongue's a little
swollen, and a transparent tube has been inserted into my mouth. It's
dispensing a tasteless paste that slides coolly down my throat. My wounds
no longer hurt, and I'm once again a guest of Dr. Talisac.

      I see the shuffling, pregnant form of the grotesque physician making
his way around the laboratory devoted to studying flesh. He gibbers
gleefully to himself while examining any number of containers holding
things both foul and strange. From this angle, the candlelight reflects off
the pale white hairs protruding from his huge nose; the skin on his arms
looks languid and sickly and oddly absent of any kind of follicle.

      I'm able to glance down at myself and see that any wounds I had are
now closed and healing nicely. Fine stitches are his handiwork: despite
what I may think of him, Talisac is a master at his craft.

      But I'm not his patient. I'm his prisoner.

      My wrists and legs are bound to the table; thick leather restraints
around my chest and waist immobilize me. I'm also completely nude. Next to
me on a wooden table that's replete with acid burns rests a sphere of smoky
crystal. Inside is an animated image of Talen capering about in his
beautiful emerald and black killsuit. My boyfriend is making his way
through a tunnel with roughly hewn walls; he heads toward a glowing chamber
with many doors. I can see he's doing so delicately.  He takes a leap
across a hissing pool of bubbling lava, lands safely, and bounds his way up
a narrow way lined with cracked skulls and strewn in pebbles.

      Dr. Talisac appears to my left, holding a glass canister with a
foot-long needle protruding from the end. A strange amber fluid is
contained within. "He's quite athletic," Talisac says. "But I doubt he'll
survive. There are many horrors that await him in the demesnes of the Mind
Wight, and they hunger for such sweet flesh."

      I try to say something but my mouth is muzzled. He steps forward and
slides the nutrient tube further down my esophagus. "Watching you deep
throating this is as close as I'll get to the real thing."

      That thought makes me squirm.

      "I've given you a drug," he confesses. "It's to keep you from
gagging, although I wish I could see it put to better use than with this
crude feeding device. You've been in my care for a few hours, and I wanted
to repair this...b-beautiful body as quickly as possible." Talisac slides
his finger over my naked sweaty skin and gently caresses my penis, sliding
the fingers over the veins. "Do you like the taste of the protein goop
you've been eating in the mines? It was I that had it switched...a special
concoction designed just for you. It's how I've reduced your body fat to a
delicious 1%. No man alive possesses a body as defined...as cut...as
you. It has my semen in it too...just like this healing draught. I thought
you'd like to know."

      I stare at him in horror. He leans over my chest and gently suckles
from one of my cherry red nipples. The veins under my creamy skin stand out
like worms. "So tasty..."

      I struggle and he stands up, holding forth the needle. "Behave
yourself, or I won't tell you why your Talen is making his way to the
demesnes of the Mind Wight. You want to know, don't you?"

      I try to swallow; my Adam's apple bobs up and down. He's right
though. I do want to know, and what's done is done. It's revolting to think
that I'm swallowing his spunk, but there's nothing I can do about it now.

      "Good," he says, placing one hand on my hairless chest. After a
moment, he reaches up and removes the tube. Some of the paste splashes
across the table; a gob strikes me on the cheek. He wipes that off with his
thumb. "Don't scream and I'll tell you. Master Kierak wouldn't take kindly
to my molestations."

      "I won't scream," I manage to say, still muzzled.

      He removes it with a flick of finger and thumb; then tosses it on the
table to sit with the magical sphere.

      "The Mind Wight is a monster," Talisac says. "The Elder Brain created
it to guard their many treasures. I assume you and your lover have been
plotting to escape. I thought for a moment about what you would be
searching for, and then it occurred to me that I've never before seen the
likes of your armor. It's miraculous stuff. Once I got you out of it, I
studied it. It appears to have many weapons, but none of them are useable
without your helmets, are they? He's gone to fetch them." Talisac grips my
face with his long fingers. "Don't lie to me my boy, or I'll jab this
needle into your young swollen cock, and I promise you'll beg me with tears
in your eyes to remove it.  You've not seen true horror until blood is
squirting from your juicy prick. Is that what you want?"

      I shake my head in fear. The visual image he's provided is
horrific. "You're right, sir. He's gone after our helmets."

      He lets me go. "I thought as much. I haven't told Master Kierak so
your secret's safe with me. I alone have the all-seeing eye of
Chagidiel. It's how I watch boys like you when I cannot touch.  But tell
me...what do you plan to do once you get power back to these suits that
both you and your lover wear. They weren't enough to save you from the mind
lords' powerful psionic blast now were they? How else did you get captured?
Do you expect to just be able to walk out of here unscathed?"

      "What's a psionic blast?" I ask.

      "You know what it is," Talisac says with a snicker. He's clearly not
amused at my attempt to dodge the question. Yet, he can't keep his hands
off of me. He thrums his fingers on my muscular abdomen and slurps the
drool that forms on his lips. As he watches, three droplets of sweat roll
together in the tan dimple where my belly button rests and it almost drives
him insane. "That scratch across your mind, the thing that he does when he
takes control of your body and turns you into a puppet...it's a gift of the
Elder Brain. And it reduces the strongest of men into slaves. No one can
withstand it without a ring of shielding. They're very rare, you know. Only
five were forged in a time when these mountains still smoldered in fire."

      "Why would the Elder Brain do such a thing?" I ask, testing the bonds
quietly. They are too strong even for me to break.

      "Why indeed?" Talisac asks. He lowers himself between my legs and
sniffs. "Such wondrous aroma." Then he licks me long and slow up and down
the entire shaft of my hardening erection. It feels good, but I turn my
head to one side, because I don't want to encourage him. I curse the fact
that I'm so easily aroused. All it seems to take is mentioning Talen's name
coupled with a gentle breeze to get me as hard as a rock. He'd probably be
insulted to know I think of him like this.

      "Stop it," I plead.

      "You like it," he replies. "Your flesh betrays you."

      "Please," I say. "P-please don't do that."

      Talisac rises to his full height. "Is he worth such loyalty? Does his
pussy feel that good?"

      "It's more than that. And yes," I say to him. "You wouldn't know
anything about love because you don't care for anyone. But I do, and I keep
my body looking like this because I know he likes it. I know he wants me to
be beautiful for him."

      "Everyone likes it," Talisac says. "You should hear the challenges
he's had to endure while you toiled in the mines. Ten different men want to
rape you every hour. Another twenty want to worship at your feet and lick
your dirty boots as if you were a god. Comments range from amusing to
pathetic and even unto terrifying. They all have one thing in common:
everyone thinks Talen doesn't deserve you, but without hesitation, you
choose him night after night. And he drives them crazy by describing what
it's like to for your dick to be inside him, to taste your sweat, and drink
your buckets of cum. There are those who plot to kill him just to force you
to choose another. One day, they'll have the courage to do just that."

      "If anyone harms him, they'll answer to me."

      "I think that's what they're counting on," Talisac says, grinning
evilly. "There are a hundred uke just jostling to be on the receiving end
of your 'punishment.' You're the most brutal seme that this crop of uke
have ever seen. They even call you, 'the punisher', because many of them
believe they'd have trouble walking the night following a breed. They're
probably right."

      "You're sick," I say, glaring at him.

      "You've no idea." Chuckling, he makes a quick swipe at the head of my
penis to taste some precum that's formed on the end, glistening white and
viscous with the royal jelly produced in my fat balls.

      The excretions are so difficult to get used to. Soon my cock will be
slippery wet with them.  They occur automatically now, triggered anytime
I'm aroused. Dr. Talisac playfully grips the base of my dick and watches it
grow and expand, forcing his fingers apart. His hideous face bears an
expression similar to a child staring at ice cream. More of the fluid pours
out the opening of my urethra and just drools its way down my smooth,
unblemished dick skin.

      I shutter my eyes. "Please...stop," I beg.

      Surprisingly, he lets go and takes a step back, feverishly gripping
the needle. "The Elder Brain created five rings of miraculous design and
gave them to five kingdoms under the earth. The mind lords approached the
rulers of eternal night with these rings and told them that they'd make
their people immune to their psionic blasts. But it was a lie. Only those
who wore the rings were ever immune. The mind lords enslaved thousands with
this deception. Only the races of night elves, the gray dwarves, and the
unseelie remained smart enough to flee into the infinite realm of the under
deep."

      I turn my eyes to the glass globe. Inside its surface, I see Talen
scurry to a pillar while a large shadow detaches itself from the wall in a
room close to him. The thing looks huge, has vast sweeping horns upon its
head, and moves about on appendages that look like the legs of some
cephalopod. Its gait is crablike, heavy, and shadows of its pincers reflect
upon the wall. Gods they look huge.

      "Talen!" I scream his name to try and warn him.

      "He can't hear you," Talisac states. "When he's dead, will you give
yourself to me?"

      I shake my head. "I'll never give myself to you or anyone else."

      Talisac laughs. "Perhaps when he's dead, the master will make you my
slave. Breaking you will be my greatest triumph."

      "Talen won't die. You'll see." I swallow, conviction filling my
soul. But inside this shell of confidence, I fill with doubt and
worry. "He'll find our helmets, and when he does, Tethyr help you.  I'll
kill you myself, slow and steady."

      "You're a fool," Talisac states flatly, "a beautiful boy but a fool
nonetheless. Watch then, child, for the Mind Wight can decapitate with a
single pinch of its pincers. Shall we watch as it kills your lover? Or do
you want to turn away?" He brushes his hand across the glass almost as if
caressing a lover.

      My eyes remain frozen on the image of Talen's face, seen in close-up,
beautiful and frightened. He blinks his eyes and turns toward the
shadow. It closes in on him, drowning his lovely features, and my heart
skips a beat waiting for it to attack him. But then it moves on, clicking
past him with a jagged wavering gait. After a minute, Talen stands alone,
still holding his breath. He exhales and continues into the room toward a
door where the gleam of gold calls from beyond.

      The Mind Wight doesn't see Talen.

      "Impossible!" Talisac says, leaning in to stare through the glass. It
magnifies his ugly eye so that I can see the iris ringed in angry
vessels. "How did it not see him?" Talisac clenches his fist, stares over
his shoulder back at me, and then waves his hand over the glass to magnify
Talen's hand.

      I see he's wearing the gold ring: the one Angelaria found back in the
room of the keep.

      "By all the whores in hell, how did he come across this treasure?"

      I smile and lay my head back on the table to ruminate over my
thoughts. He found Angelaria, that's how. She got the ring to him and it
saved his life. "When he finds our helmets, he's going to come for me," I
say. "You've seen what I can do in the arena. Talen's just as skilled. If
you let me go, I won't kill you. But you've got only this one chance to
accept my offer."

      Talisac considers this for a moment. "You're the most fearsome
warrior I've ever seen in the arena. Chagidiel knows that...in my
heart...I've wanted to rape you a hundred times over. I've even wanted to
eat you alive. I've wanted to sever the cock you're so proud of and roast
it in butter and garlic for a fine meal with wine. But I've held back from
this for two reasons. The first is a fear of Master Kierak, but the second
is because I know who you are."

      I stare at him, silently daring him to say my name.

      "You're Death's messenger. I'd be a fool to NOT recognize that, and
I'm no one's fool. But I'm also not gullible either. Tell me why I should
believe you? If I let you go, as you say, then what proof have I that you
won't just kill me when you have the opportunity?"

      I swallow. "I can give you my word."

      "They say the word of Hunter is worth a mountain of gold and that
you've killed a ten men who didn't believe it. So I ask, you'd do this
willingly?"

      "Tethyr knows I've reason to kill you," I say, "but I also know that
what you did to me helped Talen to stretch the night I popped his
cherry. Without that, there'd have been a lot more tearing...a lot more
blood. So I give you my word. Release me right now, give me my armor, and
when Talen comes for me, you shall live as my prisoner until we get to the
surface. Then I'll let you go."

      Talisac considers this only a moment before he sets the needle down
on a table. Then he scurries to loosen the straps holding me down, fingers
tugging on the buckles until I'm able to slide my limbs out. I leap off the
table and put my hand around his neck.

      "Where's my armor?" I ask.

      Gasping, he points to one corner of the room, past several bubbling
beakers and bowls of rotting flesh. "I put it in a chest near the door
there. Remember your oath."

      "I didn't promise I wouldn't hurt you," I say. I tighten my grip and
his eyes bulge just a little.

      "What did you do with the semen and jelly you harvested from me?"

      Talisac shakes his head. "No...please...that's mine. I need it--"

      "For what?" I ask.

      "I wish to take it back to Asanibis...to the kingdom of Chagidiel. It
can be used to create another you."

      I shake my head. "Absolutely not. Where is it?"

      "I won't tell you," he gasps.

      I shake him. I'm so strong from working in the mines that I lift him
clear of the ground with only one hand. I hardly feel his weight at
all. "I'm not going to ask again."

      "It's on that shelf," he sobs. "In a glass jar."

      I let go of him, tossing him back so that he falls against the table
with the smoky sphere. It almost jostles loose from its base, but he
clutches it with both hands to stabilize it. I walk over to the shelf and
find the box I recognized from the day of the procedure. It's covered in a
thin film of ice.  I pop open the lid and remove the jar within; it's
freezing cold and almost burns my fingers. Inside lays my frozen white
sperm coating the bottom like icy milk.

      I walk over to the fireplace, where heat spills out over the floor
and into the room. Under my naked feet, I crush things both crunchy and
squishy and I refuse to look to see what it is that I'm walking upon. This
place is filthy, and I'm sure that whatever I'm walking on is both
revolting and worse than what I can imagine by a long shot.

      Once I'm in front of the fire, I toss the jar inside, shattering it.

      Talisac staggers forward, hand grasping at the air.  "No!" he
shouts. "What we did wouldn't have harmed you!"

      "I don't care," I say. "I'm not letting you create another me for
whatever sexual fantasies you and your god and those that follow him may
have. I'm Atlantean; no part of me belongs in Asanibis.  I and I alone will
control who makes copies of me. I'll determine if I ever have kids."

      "The church of Chagidiel would have paid you a fortune for what you
just threw in that fire," he states with bitterness. "But have it your way,
Assassin of the Silver Rose."

      This makes me hesitate. "How do you--"

      "Know what that is? Your tattoo gives it away as does the one that
decorates your lover's skin. At first, I didn't know what it is that I'd
found, but word travels fast. You two are wanted men...refugees from
Soulwarden. A witch named Kahket wants you dead. I'd imagine that wouldn't
be unusual except for the fact that she's the disciple of Zandine. This
alone is enough to scare me to death." Talisac straightens at the table and
smooths his white lab coat out with one hand, "But they say the two men
that escaped the destruction of Thorn are a new breed of holy warrior, and
that they're destined to become the most blood-thirsty men on Wynwrayth. If
this is true, I want to make sure that I'm not on the wrong side of
history."

      I walk over to the chest where Talisac says my belongings are held. I
open it quickly and begin to don my armor, wiping my feet off on a rag near
the door. Once I'm dressed (which only takes a minute) I don my cloak and
motion for him to step forward so that I can tie his hands with rope.

      "You don't trust me?" he asks.

      "Not one bit," I answer.

      "You wound me," he says.

      By the time I finish knotting the rope, the door opens and a cowled
figure strides in. When I raise my hand ready for a fight, the lone person
stops. Angelaria reveals herself by dropping her hood.

      "Kian?" she says.

      "Yes," I reply. I've to admit, I wasn't expecting her snd she's as
beautiful as ever. Angelaria ignores me for a second and turns her gaze to
Talisac. "He's my prisoner," I quickly explain.

      "This man is evil," she states. "He deserves to die for what he's
done to countless men and women."

      From behind the door, I hear shouting followed by the clang of
blades.

      "What's going on?" I ask.

      "An uprising led by a ranger named Riaken. The mind lords have
control of all but one of the tunnels that lead to the surface. Talen's
meeting us with your helmet near the Rainbow Falls a mile or so along an
ancient passage I intend to show you. Until then, you'll be vulnerable to
psionic attack unless you stay close to me."

      "How is it that you're immune?" I ask. "I saw in the crystal sphere
that you gave your ring to Talen."

      She smiles. "I've been busy in the five months we've been imprisoned
here. I've figured out a way to defeat their ability to latch onto one's
mind."

      "W-wait?" I ask. "We've been here five months?"

      "Yes," she says. "The missing time is a sign you've probably been
dominated daily. People have lost entire lifetimes enslaved to the mind
lords." She steps forward until she's only a foot from me. "You're lucky I
like you so much. I escaped our prison here a few months ago and found my
way to the surface where I was rescued by Riaken. You'll meet him
soon. He's not as handsome as you, but there are few men who are. It's
through him that I found out about the cache of treasures guarded over by
the mind wight guardian in a place they call Castle Perilous. It's the
remnants of a keep built by the night dwarves that used to rule this area,
and those in the southern tunnels deep underneath the Icewall Mountains. I
found out where they kept our belongings and told Talen how he could
retrieve them."

      I swallow hard.

      "Touch me," she says.

      I reach out, but my hand passes through her. "W-wait...you're not
here?"

      "I'm projecting myself. It's how I'm immune to the mind lord's
power. I'm waiting for you in a tent by the Rainbow Falls, and I'll take
you there soon. But I must warn you, there'll be times when I have to knock
you unconscious with a spell. It's the only way to save you once you've
been dominated."

      "And it'll happen often," Talisac says. "Master Kierak is loathe to
lose his prized bull. You are the pride of all his thralls and every mind
lord wants you in their stable."

      She frowns and stares at the wretched doctor. "Riaken will not be
pleased with this prisoner.  But there's not much I can do about that, is
there?"

      "I gave him my word," I say.

      "All right, Kian," she says. "If you're ready, just follow me into
the tunnels."

      She turns, and I grab a hold of Talisac's bonds. Then I pull him
behind me, chasing after the swooshing cloak that hangs from Angelaria's
shoulders. In the distance, the sound of fighting grows louder, and I feel
the sweep of my master's mind.

      Soon Kierak will find me; I can't wait until he's dead.

                                    *****

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