His Bully and Himself Ch. 01

Strangers can be closer than you think; for none were alike than greater than myself. For what image can be portrayed here could not be written nor drawn but into a world that descends greater into the world of the unimaginable. Of course I didn't know there were men and women of incredible height and body caressing one another with the very smoke of a certain stench which hit me like a bullet that almost struck me down. I was luckily caught by my escort whom I entrust myself to with great desire to know more of this place: a place where I am unaware as to how I can proceed, let alone escape. I wanted to escape, but I could not for I was drawn closer to the motions whereat the men and women who were enjoying their feats of their pleasure were amassing; no forejudgements were issued amongst them for they enjoyed their pleasure as though it were of one gender with no differentiation between whose mouth it was being issued or whose breasts were being licked or enjoyed.

"They worship Pleasure, it is the essence of living." A stranger to my right had told me.

"They enjoy it because there's nothing left in the old world to enjoy." Another on my left, who was intricately a blonde and gorgeous woman with breasts large and tanned that would astonish even Venus herself upon what creation she wrought.

The room was of a good-size, approximately several metres in width and length with a good three metres in height from floor to ceiling so I estimated. While calculating this, I felt a hand slowly creeping up behind me through my left shoulder and down to my breast such that my body shivered in response to this motion: it was both frightening and ecstatic. I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting at all this.

"I'm Denice, what's your name?" Whilst she caressed my breast slowly, and rubbing it everso.

"My name is Brad."

"Hunky name, but you are a little skinny."

"Don't worry about that! He'll be sorted out soon." Interjected my escort, whom up until now I knew as Desmond.

"Desmond?"

"I'm not Desmond, buddy." He responded in a condescending manner which almost made me faint; before I could recuperate he later elaborated: "I am known as Desmond in the other world; but down here I am known as Impetus. What you knew of the other world, you shall now forget."

"What do you mean?"

"Come and meet Him; he always wants a new slave to serve him."

"He is huge, and we all serve him to the end." Ejaculated Denice.

I was pushed and grabbed my the arm into another room a bit darker than the last room I was in. Regardless, they were both candle-lit and not a trace of electricity in either. I guess in the 'other world' there was only darkness, and darkness appeared to have bonded with me greater than I would have with anyone else. Is this possibly my reckoning and life as to how it should be? Am I dreaming or is this a fantasy I am making up or writing into a story? I knew not. But I know for certain that this was reality, and I know that this motioned a figure who as tall as he is was being worshipped by both men and women alike: all nude including He. He was so handsome, with his eyes closed as one well-built man and busty woman took his great cock and gulped down on it while the other reciprocated with the very cleaning and stimulation of his shaft which sparkled with the saliva of his slaves. To them it was desert; to Him it was a delight and of neverending importance. I envied Him, but couldn't exactly identify who He was since there were so many people gathering around him; with some massaging his gorgeous and large feet while licking his toes and sucking on them and while his legs were adorned by kisses and oils that would engrave His ownership over them all over. I felt powerless. I felt like in a dreamy state. Possibly the smell of weed in the air threw me off and was succumbing to it. I felt like stripping off all my clothes and getting down on my knees and joining the company of whom were worshipping this Man's body from head to toe. He truly was gorgeous; he deserves every right to be a God and to replace Him as such. No one else could be his Equal. I envied him. After ten minutes of watching his slaves finish their work and retire to the next room: I finally found out that this Man had at all this time been the very person I met back in sixth form in London: Jack. What's worse is I didn't know his surname, or had forgotten it. As he smirked at me and smiled slyly, he stood up from his ornamentally large chair and approached me with his hung cock valiantly bowing before me with his feet, legs, abdomen, breasts and face all exposed before me. I was having a boner I never knew could reach such heights; it felt like someone was stretching my cock.

"It's been a while, Brad." His first words ploughed my heart and I felt an infinite number of butterflies in my stomach just waiting to burst out. My stomach was shivering and so was I. "What's wrong?" He eqnuired.

"Jack?" I couldn't think of anything to say.

I thought maybe to add something more; I had so many questions and so much I wanted to hear after all these years that had past. What happened at uni? How did all this happen? What have I been missing? Where? When? How? Why?

"Jack is the name you know from up there." He directed his finger upwards indicating this; "indeed, what must be emphasised is that I am not Jack here. I am very much a God, and behold what a mightier figure I am produced than you could ever be."

"Does that explain why you removed me as a friend from Facebook?"

"Friend? I have no friends. I have only myself and I can stand true amongst all without them. Indeed, that is not to say I am alone. We're all family here, and I am the Master and God: and you only just someone to pleasure me like that lady over there; and the other there." Again he pointed them out with a finger that long enough made me wonder where it had went up to.

"Are we still friends?"

"I am not your friend, buddy. I've hated you for all this time and have waited so long for this. I knew you liked me all along when you stared at my cock back at school. I knew you very well, through your mother."

"What are you talking about?"

"Bring the girls in."

Before me I saw my girlfriend and mom enter the room from a back-door to the right and behind the chair. They were dressed in a very exotic outfit which exposed their beasts and only slightly their exposed figs. Before I knew it they were all over my former friend who was now smiling and laughing at me while I beheld a reality I could not be willing to accept. I was so weak, I felt like my sight would black-out instantly from this unforseen circumstance. I watched for minutes how my mom and possibly ex-girlfriend were caressing Jack's large breasts which were indeed magnificent. My ex was slowly rubbing her palm against his long and thick shaft while kissing his neck; while my mother delivered a kiss with tongue and saliva combined which passionate and so animalistic that aroused me yet again at this impending failure of mine to win over my girlfriend. I was now seeing myself being belittled and was slowly breaking down into tears which made me kneel before them; unbehest had I smelt Jack's gorgeous feet that smelt of mint and lavender both.

"Mom? Jessie?"

They both ignored me.

"They're mine now. Your ex was once known as Jessie: she is now known as Sin. Your mother was once known as Daphne: she is now known as Androgelos."

"Androgelos? What kind of fucked up shit are you making up here, Jack?"

"It means harbinger of Man: one who would learn to please Him when he so asks for it and not insult him by calling him a 'fucked up shit'. By the way, my name is not Jack."

"It's certainly not Jack; rather, it's dickhead!" As I looked up at him with tears running down my eyes; I couldn't control my anger, it was spilling over like too much wine over a cup.

Within seconds Jack's feet was raised and he delivered a kick at my face whose toes had entered my nostrils far enough to cause me to sneeze and dive further onto the ground. Jack, approaching slowly had landed his delivered kick from hence and held me in my current position; and while he restrained me with his strong foot upon my back he leaned downwards and spat on my face and slapping me a few times.

"You've chosen this path by answering to Impetus; and you wanted this because I could tell you are getting a boner from all this. You are one fucked up guy, aren't ya? The best I've seen so far since you managed to come in here alive and oppose me and still remain living."

I tried to get a word out, but couldn't because I was that much in pain from the position I was, with my head to the side and looking up at my ex and mother whom I refuse to accept their real and false identities. Slowly and slowly they smiled and left the room and all was silent and dark with just me and Jack.

"I am not Jack. My name is Genisarch, meaning "Original Birth". I am now your God and Master; and you will believe be it today, tomorrow, a year, a decade or even a century. Henceforward you answer to me and all your assets belong to me; and all your property belongs to me: including your mind, body, soul and all its value. Whatever your secrets or thoughts are, share them with me and I shall counsel you with all I have. In return, you shall gain shelter here and have endless Pleasure all you want, where you want, and when you want. I have more friends than you think; and if you refuse this offer I will ensure you will never get a job in your life and shall die a miserable old man with little or no Pleasure in your life whatsoever. I am in control now. Forget your government; forget your state; forget your money; forget your social status and what you work has; forget what you yearn to live for. Your accent makes me sick, and so does the way you talk; and that shall all be changed. There is no greater elite but us, and if it's We who shall prove that to you then We are more than glad to do so; it would be our Pleasure. Do you submit to me and accept all that you have unto me?"

I reached a point where there was no turning back. I wanted happiness and Pleasure in life, and I wanted no compromises; if it means for Pleasure and to enjoy it, then I will deliver myself upon Genisarch's feet to gain all I can and change just for him and only for him. "I do submit to you, Genisarch and do offer all I have including my mind, body and soul."

He lifted his foot off me and beckoned me to stand up and sit next to him on a carpeted floor with a document he waved at me. I approached him and sat next to him, and for the first time we were so close I could feel his left shoulder pressing against my right. I was shivering yet again, and then he held me close, leant over and delivered a kiss unto my lips which was both warm and soothing. It was the first time I was ever kissed by a man, and was glad to have Genisarch as my first. He signed a contract under his name, signature and dated it with his own blood. I could tell because the supposed ink was becoming brown. There's one thing I know from Chemistry.

"Since you have graduated, you would be of useful income to us and may be of greater assistance in the field you work in. Print your name, sign it and date it. But, I must do something first."

He held up a knife and frightened as though he were going to stab me with it, he began slitting his left arm from elbow downwards to his wrist and then slowly turning my right arm he began to do the same. I screamed but his soothing words of assurance made me feel better and after a few seconds I was starting to feel faint with the blood gushing out of my arm. He dipped the pen into my arm which was still tainted with his blood; and now full with ink I printed my name. I had to do this several times before I could fully print my name, and sign it as well as dating it. With blood still gushing Genisarch smiled at me and kissed me again with our feet rubbing against each other.

"And now, we are one as blood brothers."

He placed his slit arm against mine, and as though a bonding were taking place I slowly felt weaker and weaker. With the sound of his breathing falling against mine I could hear only a few sentences from him as though to beckon others in:

"Strip him naked and burn his clothes; cut off all his hair, and burn those too. Look through his bags and bring anything of value to me, we will begin greater processes tomorrow."

"What is his name?" Asked one of his slaves.

"We shall call him Percival."

As they dragged Percival away with blood dripping from his arm and difficulty breathing was he later brought to another room for he to recuperate and a new dawn to shine upon him forever more.