Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 16:12:35 -0700
From: Nathan Bradshaw <nbradfshaw@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Angel's Shadow Part 6

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to do so, don't steal or copy anything here without my permission. This
story is inspired by the brilliant series American Horror Story: Coven. If
you enjoy it or wish to read more, send me an email at
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My name is Dylan Masters.
I am 21 years old.
And I am a Witch hunter.

I was born a Witch hunter and will die a Witch hunter. My father was one,
as his father and his father. But I'm different than them. They can't know-
but I know and I am terrified that they will find out.

I. Am. Gay.

Witch hunters can't be gay, or bi, or whatever else those witches have
pushed onto the world. Witch hunters are men, we are strong. But I'm weak
and everyone can see it. I'm ashamed of who I am. If my father knew- I
would probably be dead. Or at least dead to him. Witch hunting dates back
to the 8th century, when a man was blessed by an angel with the clarity to
see the demons that walk this world in the form of witches, and given the
authority to exterminate them. We were given strength and speed, and gifted
with swords and bows and arrows and the like. We are God's hand working to
purge his earth of evil. We stand together, will always stand together- we
are a brotherhood. Witches stand alone, even in their Covens. Their world
is filled with back stabbing and infighting and murder. They scrabble for
power and money and worldly things, they cannot be trusted. They are
destructive and reckless. We are order, they are chaos.

But I don't know what I am. I tried to fight it for so long- I pretended
not to notice when I saw my cousin changing at the pool, ignored the fact
that the only reason I played football in high school was so I could be
next to this senior named Stephen who I was in love with, and denied myself
the pleasure of being with him when he caught me looking at him in the
shower. And then I turned 20, and I got my first assignment.

Julian Fox. The Supreme Julian Fox. The Witch of all witches, the man at
the top of our list of witches to kill. My father- does he hate me? Is he
tempting me? We know so much about Julian Fox, there is a whole wing of our
library devoted to him and everyone around him. My father knows he is gay
which must be why he'd agree to assign me to him. I'm not qualified- I'm
not the fastest or the strongest or the smartest. I'm good with a bow and
arrow but that won't kill a guy like him. There have been 17 different
Witch hunters assigned to kill him and they all failed. I've been watching
him for a year now, in the shadows. I remember when I first saw his
picture. I didn't look at it then, because he was....beautiful. I knew his
beauty came from the devil. And then I saw him in person.

He was with a guy with ginger hair and freckles across his nose. They were
on the beach. All I remember about the guy was his ginger hair, because
Julian... he was like a black hole sucking in all the attention around
him. I watched them have sex. He was intense- I could feel the sex from
where I hid. It was like he was performing for me. He ripped the red head's
shirt off then pushed him onto the sound and he pounced. I watched as his
back flexed; so defined, so muscular....the water dripped down the curves
and contours of his back, catching sunlight until the disappeared into his
shorts. I could see his ass too; it made my mouth water and my dick hard. I
watched him bite down hard on the guys neck, and heard one of them moan
loud and hard and I could tell he was fucking him.

He didn't even take his shorts off, but he was grinding into the guy who
had found a way to wrap his legs around Julian's waist, his blue underwear
tangled around his ankle. My shorts were soaking wet by then; I came and I
didn't know it. My dick was throbbing and I wanted more; I had never gotten
off and then gotten hard that fast in my life. But the guy was practically
screaming in ecstasy as he raked his hands down Julian's back. And then I
realized what it was about him; his invincibility. His skin ran red ribbons
of blood and then healed itself in the same heartbeat; no scars, no
injuries; no need to hold back. To be able to have sex with someone who you
could give into your most primitive desires...no fear. You can't hurt him,
which means.. let go. Give in to that sexual aggression that lies deep
inside of us, caged for fear of loosing control forever. I wanted to fuck
Julian, more than I wanted to breathe. I wanted to feel the heat of his ass
on my dick I wanted to taste him. I wanted to see him seeing me, watch him
as he recognized that primal desire that forced me to bite his nipples and
yank his head back. I wanted to choke on his dick...and then watch him
choke on mine. I needed to know what it felt like to be with him. I need
him.

...

"Well Vekrom, take off your clothes," I spoke calmly, but he was
struggling; still surprised to see himself undressing and walking over to
me, tossing his shirt in the flames. He was standing in front of me,
trembling. "I would let you speak, but then you'd be tempted to call on
your friends. And I think it'd be fun if it were just the two of us, don't
you?" He nodded his head. His movements were more fluid now; that came with
time. As I got to know his body, it would become easier to control.

"Walk over to me, turn around and bend over," when he did I was surprised
by what I saw; a hairless, pink rosebud winking back at me, and a tattoo on
his right cheek. "A progressive witch hunter. I guess anyone can surprise
you." I grabbed his narrow waist and pulled him closer; he smelled like he
had just taken a shower, but his butt still had that musk that I love. I
bit his cheek and he squealed, like a little kid stealing candy. I dove in;
his ass was warm and welcoming, tight but not so much that I couldn't get
in. He started moaning and squirming.

The thing about mind control is that it's almost impossible during sex. You
have to concentrate to control someone's mind, and sex is an all consuming
force. But of course he didn't know that; because he thought he didn't have
a choice, because he thought I was still controlling him, he gave up
fighting and gave in to his primitive desires. He wasn't gay or even a
little curious, but he was a man. And every man, once it happens, loves to
have his ass eaten. So he started riding my face with his ass, grinding and
moaning as loud as he could. He was in another world, his muscular thighs
trembling as he began beating off his six inch dick. It was pretty, lots a
veins and a heavy set of hairy balls. I would of liked to take things
farther, but I make it a point not to sleep with straight boys, no matter
how cute they were. So I pulled back and after a moment's realization he
whimpered and looked back at me, confused.

"That's all the time we have today, Vekrom," I told him, licking his sweet
ass hole. And the horny fucker; he tried to grab my tongue with his
hole. He wanted more, and I almost gave it to him; his ass was so soft and
firm and smooth it was hard not to, but we weren't alone.

"Vekrom!" the shout came from the left, followed by two arrows sliding
through the air like a low end bullet. I stopped them both mid air. Vekrom
sprung to life then; he began scrambling for his clothes and babbling about
how it wasn't him and he was being controlled.

"Kid, you really need to work on your aim," I stood up and walked over to
the arrows, grabbing one of them. "It's a nice arrow; burns a little. I'm
guessing it's made from ash wood. It might have worked had I been a regular
witch."

"Julian Fox," the way this boy said my name, it was as if he hated me,
which was quiet possible considering the amount of brainwashing they do
around here.

"Obviously. Why else do you think Vekrom would take his clothes off for me?
The boy has standards, I'll give him that," Vekrom turned beet red at that,
ass included. The look he shot me was full of resentment and
embarrassment. "Vekrom come here, and bring that sword of yours with you."
He dropped his clothes immediately and picked up the sword, then walked
over to my side. His eyes were now pleading, begging me not to make him do
anything else. Don't worry Vekrom. I won't tell them how much you enjoyed
our little fun. This had to truly be his first interaction with a witch
because he was even more surprised that I could talk to him inside his
mind, and gasped audibly and dropped the sword.

"What did you do to him?" The boy had another arrow aimed at me, but it was
clear he wasn't sure if he'd let it fly. "Answer me!"

"Vekrom, he's your friend, isn't he? Not as cute as you, but I guess that
isn't as important," I turned from Vekrom to the boy. "Josh, is it? Put the
arrow down before someone gets hurt."

"How...how did you know my name?"

"Seriously, have none of you ever seen a witch before? I'm a Supreme,
Josh. I can read minds, control them, move things with my mind...and that's
just before sex," he was wearing basketball shorts and nothing
else..literally nothing else. I could see the outline of his dick bouncing
every time he moved, long a thick. "So this is how this will work. If
anything happens to me, Vekrom will spend the rest of his life paralyzed
from the neck down. Any questions?"



So sorry that I took such a long break, but hey, life happens :) Email me
at nbradFshaw@yahoo.com for any comments, questions, or if you just want to
chat!