Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2005 08:06:33 -0400
From: Michael Marsh <bghrdpcs@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Guardian: Part 7 (Revised)

When the light softened, Brad opened his eyes and found himself in the
middle of a beautiful meadow. In the far away distance, he saw the peak of
an imposing mountain, exquisitely delicate in its snow-covered grandeur. The
grassy knoll on which he stood was high, and in the distance he heard the
chirping of spring birds and the babbling waters of a nearby stream. All his
senses were so vital, so alive. He could smell the crisp freshness of the
air; he could feel the soft warmth of the gentle morning breeze that
caressed his skin; he basked in the glow of the morning sunlight. The sky
was perfectly blue, with sparse clouds of white floating idly by. The scene
was so picturesque and so perfect, that Brad was amazed that such a
beautiful place could exist on earth.

Brad looked down at his hands and saw that he could see right through
himself; he was transparent. He was perplexed for a moment, thinking that he
was still going to be covered in the black material from before. He wondered
to himself why, if he were not really physically present, could all his
senses detect all the wonders that he saw and felt.

"I guess that would be something to ask Shiara later," Brad thought. "More
to the point though, Brad, my boy, is the question of where the hell am I? I
thought I was supposed to be learning about 'the creature'."

Before Brad could ponder the question further, he noticed two people running
toward each other in the distance, the typical cliche of two lovers meeting
in the middle of a meadow. He saw the man and woman exchange a tender
embrace, and then a few moments later, they were locked in a passionate
kiss. Brad bashfully turned his eyes away.

"I did not need to see that," he thought to himself, eyes closed. He
chuckled at the thought of calling the two lovers perverts, but he knew
better. He had learned far too much in his own life experience to be wary of
judging others. But the question remained: where was he, and why was he
here? And, more to the point, who were those people?

When Brad opened his eyes again, the sunny meadow was gone. He was now in a
sweltering jungle. He found it difficult -- even in this ethereal form -- to
breathe the thick, humid air. He heard the squawks and chirps of exotic
birds, the wild calls of animals and, off in the distance, some form of
wildcat snarl.

"Well, this is strange," Brad said, stunned. He looked up and saw a
tree-obscured sky. The imposing trees were covered in moss and thick vines.
His attention was drawn to one tree in the center of the jungle. His mind
sent the command to his feet to walk, but, to his surprise, he began to
float over to the tree. Upon reaching the base of the tree, his astral form
lifted itself to the top of the tree. Once he reached the height of the
tree, he saw the same man from the meadow a few moments ago. The only
difference was that this time there was no woman. Instead, the man was naked
in the tree with three other men. He was laying along a branch with his legs
wrapped around the back of another man. The two men were locked in a kiss,
and it was all too clear that the man on his back was getting fucked. The
two other men were lined up behind the second man, and all four were
connected in a long daisy chain.

As the four men continued fucking, Brad noticed the sky growing dark. In the
next moment, it seemed as if the heavens themselves opened as rain poured
down from the sky in torrents. The foursome didn't seem to notice or mind,
their saturated bodies writhing in pleasure in the midst of the pouring
rain. Brad felt the rain's warmth and wetness, even though his body was not
getting wet at all. This was an interesting sensation, receiving stimuli
from the environment in the absence of his physical form. He was as curious
about how this was possible as he was about the four anonymous men entranced
in their mating.

Brad floated behind the fourth man, the man at the end of the daisy chain.
He seemed to be a native to this jungle; the man's reddish skin made Brad
think that he was in South America, perhaps in the time of the ancient Incan
civilizations. The man had long jet-black hair which tressed majestically
from the top of his head down to the small of his back. The man wore a chain
of stones around his neck, and hanging on the necklace as a pendant was a
miniature skull, perhaps a crude voodoo doll of sorts. The man's pectorals
were large and his nipples were round and taut. His body was beautifully
chiseled, and his impossibly muscular stomach tapered regally to his small
waist. Brad couldn't see the entire length of the man's penis, but he could
tell from the depth of the strokes the man used as he fucked that he must
have been very well-endowed. He was at least thick, Brad was certain of
that. Floating behind the man, Brad watched hypnotically as the man's
muscular ass flexed and released with each thrust into the man in front of
him. How he or any of the other men could balance perched atop this branch
Brad couldn't tell, but the man was firmly planted on both feet, crouching
low as he rhythmically fucked the man in front of him.

This red-skinned native was hypnotic. Brad had never seen a person with this
kind of complexion, and he was entranced with the man's masculine beauty.
For a moment, he forgot himself, and he forgot the commandment Shiara gave
him. He reached out a hand to touch the statuesque beauty before him.

Brad's head spun as he felt, not the skin of the man he was touching, but
the emotions and feelings that the man himself was experiencing. He had to
close his eyes in order to retain his focus. It was as if he himself were
actually fucking someone. Brad could feel the tightness of the man's ass
around his dick; he felt the slow burning sensation in his balls as they
vigorously slapped the ass of the man he was fucking; he felt his nipples
react as they were stimulated by the warm caress of the falling rain. He now
knew the man's name, and he knew that the man was some sort of wizard or
witch -- a medicine man in the eyes of those in his village. Choq, he was
called, and he was indeed a human, and he was nearly one hundred years old.

Brad let go of the man's back and looked ahead, wondering if the man he
touched sensed that he had invaded his -- spirit? His mind? What exactly
just happened here, anyway? The man didn't seem to notice Brad's presence,
and now Brad's piqued curiosity made him want to learn about the other three
men in the tree. Would he feel what they were feeling, or was this just some
illusion?

Only one way to find out.

He directed his attention to the man Choq was fucking, and he reached out a
tentative hand yet again to touch the man's alabaster skin. Upon doing so,
he felt as if his ass were suddenly invaded by the fullness and thickness of
Choq's cock. The man's name was Len, Brad learned, and he was also a wizard
from off the shores of England. Brad could feel Len's six-inch erect cock as
it was thrust involuntarily in and out of the ass that he was fucking. He
could also feel the power coursing through the man's veins. Len was clearly
one of the more formidable mortals wandering the earth; he was nearly two
centuries old.

Len was long and slender, and Brad could tell what Len looked like through
the sensations he was receiving as he invaded Len's body. Len's shoulders
were narrow, but he tapered to an even smaller waist. His body was not
muscular, but soft, almost supple like a woman's. The flesh of his ass
bounced vibrantly as Choq's thick cock pounded away. Len's hair was shoulder
length and gray, and he had a lengthy goatee to match. His eyes were hazel
and almost catlike. While Brad was possessed by Len's essence, he learned
without even asking that Len was the one to cast the spell causing the warm
mid-afternoon downpour. He was a magician of the utmost caliber, called upon
by the lords of his time to protect, train and guide the knights that
engaged in battle.

"So, I must be in the epoch of knights and dragons," Brad said to himself,
moving his hand away from Len. As with Choq, Len didn't seem to notice the
invasion, and he wondered just what kind of magic or sorcery or whatever the
hell that mirror did to make it possible for him to see so much and to feel
the things he felt, all without the slightest hint of detection. He knew
that it was to no skill of his own that such feats were occurring. Brad had
so many questions to ask Shiara upon his return. The question he needed to
know right now, though, was why he was seeing the things that he was seeing.

"There has to be a reason that I'm here," Brad said without words. "And what
of that meadow from a few moments ago? Who was that woman? And why am I here
in the jungle now? What year is this?" Brad clicked his tongue and
subconsciously chided himself for asking questions that clearly had no
answer at the present moment. He directed his attention back to the four men
having passionate sex. The men had changed positions -- with a great amount
of dexterity, Brad noted -- and now Choq was being fucked by the man who was
initially laying on his back. This man was massive; he had to be at least
6'4", and he was incredibly well-defined. Brad didn't think that such a
perfect body could exist. The man had lengthy hair, but it was not as long
as Len's; this man's hair did not touch his shoulders, but it was still long
enough to be noticed. His eyes were ice-blue and very intense, and as he
threw his head back and opened his mouth in silent ecstasy, Brad noticed
that his canine teeth were abnormally long and dangerously sharp. This man
was standing, perfectly balanced on the thick branch, fucking Choq's ass for
all it was worth. Choq was moaning in that wonderful mixture of pleasure and
pain, his face contorted as his ass was slammed hard by the man's
unbelievably thick cock. Brad guessed that he had to be at least ten inches
long and a good four or five inches around. But the white-haired stallion
was showing Choq no mercy as he raped Choq's ass for his own pleasure,
pulling his ten-inch monster all the way out and slamming back in to the
hilt, with such a speed and veracity that Brad was amazed that he could
balance himself so perfectly and work with such deadly efficiency.

Choq was still buried in Len's ass, and Len had his face buried in the ass
of the youngest of the bunch. This puerile man was laying on his back, and
despite his seeming youth, he was as hairy as a man twice his age. Brad
looked at the soft, velvety hair covering the hirsute boy from head to toe
and wondered where he was from, and how he got to be so hairy at such a
young age. Len didn't seem to mind at all, as dove face-first into the young
man's ass which, Brad noticed, was nowhere near as bear-like as the rest of
his body. The boy writhed along the tree branch, the torrential rain
saturating his body, matting his hair flat against his skin.

"Well, why not?" Brad asked himself with a chuckle. He directed his astral
self toward the young boy with olive skin and light brown eyes. Before he
reached out his hand to touch the boy, he stared deep into his eyes. The
boy's eyelashes were so thick it looked as if he were wearing mascara. His
hair and skin were so much darker than his iridescent eyes, which were
sultry and captivating. It almost seemed as if the boy could see Brad's
diaphanous form floating overhead; his eyes were locked on Brad's, and Brad
found the boy's gaze enchanting.

As Brad lost himself staring into the young man's intensely beautiful eyes,
Len stopped sucking on the pilose man's ass and slid his slender dick inside
the man's warm hole. The young man closed his eyes and grimaced for a
moment, but as Len began to fuck him in earnest, the man's pain-riddled
grimace disappeared.

Brad reached a reluctant hand and touched the boy's face, and instantly he
was seeing through the boy's eyes and reading the boy's thoughts. His name
was Akron, and he was from the northern part of Africa, near Egypt. His body
was not muscular like Choq or the other man, but he was incredibly strong.
He felt that he was in a position of weakness, getting fucked by the slim
and powerful wizard Len, but secretly -- although not to Brad -- he enjoyed
the sensation of having something lodged deep inside his ass. Akron's arms
were muscular, but not overly-defined, and he had solid pecs and a strong
stomach, but his upper body had a layer of blubber around it which jiggled
and bounced with each thrust of Len's dick.  Brad found that the young boy
was indeed that, a young man of about twenty years old, but he was known as
a brute. He was a creation of magic, built to be nearly invulnerable -- the
small layering of fat and hair helped to protect him -- and built to be a
strong servant. In other words, he was a grunt slave. Akron wasn't too
bright, but he wasn't created to be. He did not speak, but he possessed
acute senses, and his senses were telling him that there was another being
present. Even though, as Brad could see, his eyes couldn't not see Brad's
astral form, his heightened senses were noticing that there was something
amiss in the air. Perhaps he was smelling fear -- most animals have the
ability to do that -- but he was detecting that something was not right. His
guard was up, but he was servicing his creator now, and all else would have
to wait unless a more pressing danger came to pass.

"This is too weird," Brad thought. He was looking through the eyes of
another person, detecting the presence of something or someone which just
happened to be his own astral self. At the same time, he could feel the
intense pleasure Akron derived from getting plowed by Len's dick. Brad was
learning that Akron was extremely sensitive and responsive to anal
stimulation -- from being rimmed to fingered to fucked, Akron loved to have
his ass played with. Brad wondered if that was part of Len's design in
creating him, or if that were a trait that Akron developed on his own.
Either way, even though Akron would vehemently deny it, he was in heaven
feeling Len's cock deep in his tight hole.

Akron's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moaned softly. Len
pulled Akron off of his dick and rolled the brute around on the tree limb
with surprising skill. Brad was amazed again and again with how dextrous and
nimble this foursome was: each man perched atop the branch and moving from
position to position with ease and agility.  Once Akron was balanced on his
knees, Len began to slap the demon's ass with vigor, the young man's flesh
bouncing with each echoing slap. Len himself was still being fucked by
Choq's thick rod, which was now nice and wet from the rain, Choq's own
pre-cum, and the sweat from Len's own wet ass. The 6'4" giant with the
piercing blue eyes and mammoth ten-inch monster cock was still aggressively
fucking Choq's red-hued, hairless ass.

Brad wondered if he should touch the white-haired, sinewy beauty in front of
him. He watched as the man's muscular ass flexed while his hips rocked
rhythmically back and forth, impaling Choq on his elephantine rod. Choq
grimaced in pain as his ass was stretched beyond its limit. Even though the
man's cock was slick with the sweaty moisture of Choq's hot asshole, the
friction he created from his fast, deep thrusts were rubbing Choq's ass raw.
Choq didn't know how much more of this vicious assault he could stand, but
he for every amount of pain he felt, there was an equal amount of pleasure.

Akron growled softly as he felt Len's dick buried deep in his ass, pressing
tightly against his prostate. Len was enjoying the mixed sensation of the
tight squeeze of Akron's hairy hole, and his own ass being stretched deep
and wide by Choq's massive dick. Len could feel the burning sensation in the
pit of his stomach as his balls rose high and tight in their sack. As his
eyes rolled high in their sockets, Len started slamming into Akron's ass
harder and faster, moaning and panting deep into Akron's ear as he fucked
him, his impending orgasm growing and overtaking him. Akron, in turn, at
this increased pressure in his ass, started whimpering and panting in
pleasure, his skin sensitive, alive and tingling all over.

Brad watched as the two men at the bottom of the chain started to come, the
rain beating hard against their bodies as they writhed and thrust into each
other, panting and moaning with delight. Akron's feral growls indicated he
was coming first, the spasms of his dick releasing four streaming ropes of
cum onto his hairy chest and abdomen. Len's eyes were aglow with power as he
came, shooting his load so deep into Akron's bowels that Akron could feel
the pressure and intensity deep in his stomach.

As Len's orgasm peaked, his ass gripped tightly upon Choq's thick cock. This
new stimulation on his cock pushed Choq over the threshold. His legs went
weak as his body writhed and throbbed as he reached his climax. He pressed
his hips hard against Len's soft ass, his dick buried deep in Len as he
unloaded his semen. Choq's orgasm seemed to last for an eternity as his cock
kept pulsating, releasing rope after rope of his thick, hot jizz into Len's
tight ass.

Finally, upon seeing the other men having satiated their sexual desires, the
impressive behemoth of a man with the piercing ice-blue eyes unleashed his
burning semen into Choq's tight ass. The heat of it was so intense that Brad
could swear he could smell the sickening aroma of cooking blood and singeing
flesh. Choq threw his head back and howled in pain as he felt the man's
semen shoot deep into his ass. The man's orgasm seemed to last an eternity;
with each new wave of pleasure he thrust his elephantile rod into Choq's ass
again and again, and with each thrust of his cock he unloaded a new rope of
scalding cum.  Before he was done, pearls of the man semen trickled down the
back of Choq's leg, puddling at the bottom of the tree.

The four men stood unmoving, each man connected to the next, three of the
men with another man's semen lodged deep in their bowels. Choq was breathing
heavily as he rest his torso on Len's back. Len, in turn, was leaning
against the furry chest of Akron, whose body was still trembling from his
orgasm. Brad felt his own dick throbbing hard against the front of his
pants. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to unzip his pants and jack
off in this astral state, but he was so horny after having watched this
animalistic mating scene that he needed to blow his load and soon. He was
still confused as to what happened to the couple that was in the field at
the onset, or even as to why it was that he was seeing all of this in the
first place.

"You are not welcome here," a voice boomed from behind Brad. Before he could
turn to see who the voice belonged to, he felt the most intense pain envelop
his whole body. Screaming, Brad's world went dark.