The Wish 2

By Pueros & Razor

Chapter 2 – Plains

(Another place)

The castratix was about to make her incision into Paul’s ball sac when the huge double doors of the temple crashed open and a female warrior on a splendid black charger burst into the cavernous chamber. The ensuing clamour was sufficient to arouse the boy from his nonchalant reverie, caused by his recent unparalleled sexual ecstasy and utter disbelief in his surroundings. The 15 years old lifted his head to see that the rider was a lovely young lithe woman, with long flowing black hair that matched the hue of her steed.

“The divine boy is not for you!” she shouted with determination and menace.

The castratix, sacred task incomplete, turned and observed her acolyte, the younger masturbatix, scream in fright and flee in terror. However, the older priestess retained her ground and moved her head back to watch as the high priest tried to inspire the lesser priests to defend their newly created divinity. The leather-skirted men had withdrawn swords from scabbards, attached to their skimpy attire, but the weaponry seemed insufficient against the female warrior’s ferocious daring and almost absurdly sized large sabre. Her blade sliced through defenders’ flesh as if it were butter and swords as if they were twigs.

The castratrix turned back to the splayed boy, the nails of her fingers almost absently still stroking his still iron-hard cock. She lifted the blade to conclude the sacred rite but then hesitated again in order to glance over her shoulder towards the remorselessly advancing female warrior, who had already bloodily cut down several of the priests. Three had been decapitated on her way towards the plinth on which the amazed Paul lay. Only two priests were now left to bar her way.

“We shall meet again, divine boy,” the castratix suddenly declared, with a vicious smile that could not also hide deep anger and disappointment, “and what has now been thwarted will be finished!” With this chilling promise, the priestess ran away from the plinth just as the female warrior, astride her mount, arrived to take her place.

Paul could now appreciate that the horsewoman was just a girl, regardless of her obvious valour and highly skilful but very brutal swordplay. Her gory but successful passage towards him was illustrated by the blood-splattered black leather cuirass, which covered her ample chest, and short pleated white skirt, which hid her sumptuous loins whilst allowing most of her sublime legs to be viewed in all their wondrous glory down to her knees.

As the girl arrived beside Paul, he could not prevent himself from screaming “No!” after she raised her bloodstained sabre to bring the curved blade crashing down on him. The boy waited for his blood to gush and pain to overwhelm him but he then realised, after three more rapid accurate strikes from the razor-sharp weapon, that none of the blows had actually struck his naked cum-covered body, still sporting an impressive jolting erection. No part of his beautiful form had been detached or damaged by the weapon. Instead, it had been the leather straps that attached him to the cool stone surface that had suffered such a fate.

“Quick,” shouted the gorgeous young female warrior, in the strange language that Paul could mysteriously now both understand and speak as the couple of uninjured priests hurried close, “climb up on my horse. We must make good our escape! Unless, of course,” and she smiled sweetly as she made the comment, “you have no desire to keep your genitals intact.” The boy, still sure that this was not real, nevertheless found himself rapidly trying to acquiesce to her command. He rose to his feet on top of the plinth but found his splendid new body unsteady, which caused him to sway dangerously and almost fall off the stone edifice. However, assisted by a welcome helping hand from his delectable rescuer, the 15 years old somehow achieved his aim, speedily finding himself astride her magnificent beast, behind the rider’s wondrous form.

Paul held the girl tightly round the waist, unable to do anything about his rigid semen-covered cock, which embarrassingly pressed against her skirt and into her bumcrack. Fortunately, the boy’s obvious continued sexual excitement and need did not deflect the young female warrior from completing her mission. She made her horse rear up to frighten the approaching priestly duo before, beginning with a large bound, the steed made its way speedily back towards the entrance doors. Another ecclesiastic head was detached from a body on the way.

Paul’s amazement at the lucidity and strangeness of what was happening around and to him was compounded by the sight of the outside world. As the horse skilfully bolted down the many wide stone steps at the front of the temple, he saw that the huge building seemed to be located in the middle of a luscious green oasis amidst a massive barren plain. Palm trees, amongst which were a number of small stone huts with domed roofs but seemingly no people, surrounded a large pond, much of the surface of which was covered with huge water lilies whose petals were of many bright exotic colours. However, the escaping duo were soon bounding quickly across the vast plain, the sandy ground of which was a blazing yellow and the many large rocks and boulders bright purple.

The expanse seemed to be surrounded by distant mountains of a deep black but with snow-covered white summits that sparkled in the sunlight. However, it was the providers of this light that intrigued Paul most of all for in the sky above, a much deeper blue than he had ever experienced on Earth, were two suns, the bigger glowing a brilliant red and the smaller a blinding white. Nevertheless, the boy’s wonder at the vivid bizarre surroundings that his imagination had created was to be temporarily short-lived. His intimate proximity to this mysterious girl, allied to his new libido and the vigorous movement of the horse that made his engorged cock involuntarily rub continuously up and down the young female warrior’s bumcrack as the pair proceeded across the plain, caused the fast rebuilding of sensations in his groin, which could only lead to one embarrassing development.

Paul’s grip on the girl’s waist tightened and he could not prevent himself again shouting “Oh….God, ooh……..God, ooooh…………God” before, amidst further intense ecstasy, he poured much semen onto the rear of the skirt of his rescuer, who recognised what was happening before she felt the dampness of the boy’s cum permeate through the cloth to her sublime bottom underneath, mainly bare because her undergarment was a white thong. However, no thought of recrimination crossed the young female warrior’s mind. Instead, a smile came to adorn further the immaculate beauty of her face.

Paul later had a second accident before, after what seemed many hours, the young female warrior stopped her apparently tireless horse at another smaller and unpopulated oasis. The girl energetically leapt down from her steed, the rear of her skirt stained and still wet with much sperm. She then helped the deeply abashed and very sheepish Paul to dismount. It had been the first time that the boy had been on the back of a horse, but he was now going to encounter many other happenings that he had not previously experienced, even in his wildest imaginings, which he still considered this be. However, this latter mistake was soon to be corrected.

The noise created by the horse as it had galloped across the yellow and purple plain, along with movement that took human breath away, had prevented conversation. However, Paul, happy to co-operate with his delicious dream, now broke the silence by saying “Thank you!” as he was helped to the ground and the horse trotted to the oasis pond to enjoy a well-deserved drink. The naked boy, trying to hide his humiliatingly still-hard cum-covered cock with his hands, also tried to continue talking by apologising for his genital accidents but his rescuer interrupted him. She responded, with a delightful smile that almost caused the 15 years old to orgasm again, “Please, there’s no need to be sorry, Divine Pau. I had, after all, been charged by the Great Kaluuth to look after your boyhood. You see, Divine Pau, your sexual organs were and remain in great danger!”

(Chicago, U.S.A., same time)

Paul’s tearful mother was taking a proper interest in her son’s welfare for the first time. However, as she sat at his hospital bedside, with the comatose boy’s hand in her own, she wondered whether her concern had come too late.

(Another place)

“What do you mean,” asked Paul politely but not unreasonably, “and why are you calling me Divine Pau?” The girl maintained her disarming smile and answered “Come let us clean ourselves at the water and, after we have done so, I shall tell you all that I am allowed to reveal to you.” She then reached out for the boy’s hand, which he felt compelled to remove from its genital concealment duties to provide, and led him to the pool.

When the duo were at the edge of the water, which Paul noticed was crystal clear, the girl released the boy’s hand and started to undress herself. The 15 years old now encountered great difficulty in masking the sight of his increasing excitement from the young female warrior’s view, as his cock again became like a vibrating red-hot iron bar. He saw that his companion was looking at him as she first removed her knee-high leather riding boots before moving to her cuirass to reveal her resplendent breasts, nicely large and rotund and crowned with little red saucers surrounding firmly erect red nipples.

Paul was having to move his hands up and down to maintain the cover above his now wildly throbbing penis, drooling precum, as the girl’s hands pushed downwards on her skimpy skirt and her impeccably lithe thighs came enticingly into view. After the garment had eventually dropped to the ground, only the warrior’s sparse white thong remained on her exquisite form, but not for long.

Paul realised that the girl was teasing him when she very deliberately pulled her thong downwards, allowing the cute triangle of pubic hair into sight with wanton tormenting slowness. However, the striptease gradually finished and the young female warrior, obviously proud of her resplendent body, stood nude before the boy, with legs astride and hands on hips. “Do you like what you see, Divine Pau?” she then asked. The 15 years old, mouth suddenly very dry, could only nod affirmatively.

“I like what I see too,” the girl announced, “and so perhaps the Divine Pau will allow me taste his boyhood after we have bathed. Come, hold my hand and let us enter the water together, where we can wash each other!” The normally very reserved Paul, inherent shy inhibition overwhelmed by rampant unashamed lust, lowered his hands to expose the extent of his eager excitement before running to the young female warrior.

Holding hands, the youthful duo, full of acute mutual sexual anticipation, ran into the pool and were soon frolicking, splashing each other’s nude forms with the clear cool water amidst much joyous laughter. However, intense desire then encouraged them to begin to wash each other’s marvellous bodies, removing the accumulated semen, as well as some dust and sweat resulting from their long ride and whilst looking forward to enjoying soon another type of lengthy ride.

“My name is Lea,” advised the girl as she began to rub her wet hands over Paul’s glistening body. The boy’s cock became unashamedly vertical as her gentle but intimate manual attentions were experienced all over his damp form, penultimately at his lustrous rear curvature and virgin sphincter, before concluding at his rigid member, now located just under the pool’s clear surface. The young female warrior carefully rubbed her hands over the 15 years old’s huge throbbing erection.

Paul closed his sensuous blue eyes, glazed through intense carnal desire, and made a request that was opposite to the one he had asked for in the temple. “Please stop,” he begged, “as you’ll make me cum!” However, Lea did not desist and continued her rubbing. “Please stop!” pleaded the boy with an apparent desperation not matched by any sign of physical resistance, and the stroking proceeded to the inevitable denouement. The 15 years old’s body shuddered uncontrollably and his sacred seed emerged like a newly forming milky cloud into the water alongside his groin to accompanying low ecstatic moans.

When Paul’s fierce passion finally subsided again, he opened his eyes to see the beautiful Lea smiling at him. “Your turn to wash me, Divine Pau,” she informed the blushing boy, who was only too happy to confine quickly his further embarrassment to history by obliging. However, the wondrous feel on his hands of the girl’s dazzling form did not provide his cock with any peace because it miraculously retained its fullest shape, despite having already ejaculated four times within a few hours.

As Paul proceeded to caress Lea with his wet hands, he still believed he was deep in some erotic dream, even though everything seemed so real, including the feel of the girl’s delectable body and reciprocated touch. The boy’s rigid penis was on the verge of exploding again when his manual manipulations encased the female warrior’s breasts, and later when the attentions moved to her bottom and finally her pubic hair and its hidden treasures. However, the 15 years old somehow managed to prevent himself from cumming until he finished.

Both Paul and Lea, who had herself gained much pleasure from the boy’s gentle handling of her body, recognised that it was now time for the 15 years old to lose his virginity. Without speaking, they left the pool and lay, dripping wet, on the surrounding grass. Their damp arms entwined each other, to explore respective bodies further, whilst lips engaged in a lingering passionate kiss, culminating with tongues in each other’s mouths.

Paul, now lying on top of Lea, eventually felt one of her hands grab his erection again but this time, instead of stoking the throbbing member, she cautiously guided it to where it now really wanted to be. The boy, as his mouth moved to lick the girl’s nipples, felt his cockhead being introduced to her vaginal entrance.

The young female warrior then challenged seductively “Well, Divine Pau, what are you waiting for, or are you afraid of harming your saviour, Lea, with your magnificent weapon?” Paul knew that the girl was teasing him again and so rewarded her for her well-meaning effrontery by thrusting his red-hot iron bar inside her.

Lea uttered a little squeal at the sudden intrusion that filled her to the hilt, the utterance caused by a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. The former was created because she was receiving inside her the biggest male rod ever to invade her vagina, which was extending the crevasse’s walls to their limits. However, the displeasing sensation was quickly subsumed by much pleasanter feelings, as Paul’s thrusting became regular and vigorous. The boy moved his lips backwards and forwards between the young woman’s breasts and face as he ploughed remorselessly, like the young stallion he now was. The delighted recipient of his attentions deliriously clawed his bottom with her sharp nails when he brought her to several climaxes before his own eventually arrived. The 15 years old raised his head upwards towards the deep blue sky above and screamed “Yessssssssssssssss!” as he filled the young female warrior with a flood of his sacred seed, bringing her to the height of another unprecedentedly wonderful orgasm.

Paul collapsed on top of Lea in exhaustion after he had finished. They lay there, with the boy’s still erect and throbbing cock inside the girl, for a while, with the latter enjoying the continuing vibrations inside her until they began to fade when the penis finally began to soften. The 15 years old then carefully rolled off the young female warrior and closed his eyes, expecting now to wake up in his bed at home, sporting a pair of soiled boxer shorts.

Paul did indeed fall into a deep sleep for a period but, when he awoke, he found himself still under the same strange sky, with a redressed Lea nearby. “Well, Divine Pau,” she enquired, “what’s it like to be a virgin no more?” The boy, still nude but with cock now flaccid, blushed and was considering his answer when the girl, who did not expect a response as she regarded the question to be rhetorical, continued. “You’ll be pleased to know, Divine Pau,” she announced, with a not unkind smirk, “that I have cleaned your sacred seed off my skirt. I also have some attire for you in my saddlebag. After you have covered your nakedness, I shall give you the information you asked for earlier.” The 15 years old had completely forgotten what he had requested, so delighted and bemused had he been with what had subsequently occurred.

Lea removed from the saddlebag a skimpy red loincloth, emblazoned on the front and back with the golden phallic insignia seen earlier throughout the temple, along with a medallion, similar to those worn by the priests, displaying the same symbol. She returned to where the beautiful Paul was regaining his feet and gave the sparse garment and jewellery to him. The boy politely expressed his thanks but, looking perplexed after examining the attire, then queried “Is this all?” “Yes, Divine Pau,” was the answer, “these items are what the Great Kaluuth commands should be your only wear as you are pursued.”

“Pursued,” Paul responded, his increased puzzlement and concern obvious, “what do you mean by pursued?” “Put the garment on, Divine Pau,” replied Lea, “and come to sit next to me at the edge of the pool, where I’ll tell you.” The boy, who had momentarily forgotten his nudity, rushed to comply, now again shyly wanting to hide his newly re-proportioned genitals from the girl’s stare. However, he at first encountered difficulty in fitting the splendid size, even in their current flaccid state, of his sexual organs inside the tiny red thong, which comprised the loincloth’s integral undergarment, succeeding only after an embarrassing struggle that caused the amused young female spectator to titter.

Paul eventually finished his task and, red-faced through abashment, advanced to sit on the grass next to Lea at the water’s edge. “Look, Divine Pau,” instructed the girl, pointing downwards into the pool, “and see your new visage!” The boy complied and now noticed that the beautiful young male face reflected back into his eyes did not seem to belong to him. He peered around to see whom the gorgeous youth could be until finally realising that the perfect features did now truly pertain to himself.

Paul returned his eyes to his reflection and began to feel his own changed face with his hands in disbelief. The boy also rubbed between his fingers the golden silk-like substance that purported to be his hair before declaring “It’s not true. All this is just a dream!” Lea inserted her hand under the rear of 15 years old’s loincloth in response and the lad suddenly jumped when he experienced an anguished moment as his bottom was pinched.

“Please forgive, Divine Pau, but I had to show you that this is no dream,” Lea apologised to Paul, startled at the very realistic pain he had just felt, “and that this is truly your new existence. Look again into the pool!” The boy did so but this time his new face did not form the reflection. Instead his old self, unconscious on a hospital bed with his mother sitting to the side, appeared. The girl continued “The Great God Kaluuth has granted your wish, Divine Pau, to attempt to become a hero. He has brought your life spirit here from the now soulless body that you inhabited elsewhere and instilled the essence into a more appropriate form.”

Paul, still a little sceptical at the reality of his situation, commented, as he looked down at his smooth lean young body, “But I always thought a hero would be more, er, manly.” Lea reached forward and lifted the boy’s front loincloth flap with one hand before then running her other over the large outline of his genitalia, hidden under its sparse thong cover, to create some instant growth. “You have been endowed, Divine Pau,” she announced. “with sexual organs that would shame many gods, and with beauty to match. You are the most lovely boy to have ever drawn a breath in this world, your body having been afforded particular perfection, better even than that of your twelve predecessors, for the singular purpose for which it was created.”

“And what is that?” Paul asked, now unsure whether he really wanted to know.

“You were created to cum, Divine Pau,” Lea whispered, an enigmatic smile appearing on her beautiful face.

“I don’t understand. You mean…” Paul began to respond but his words were interrupted by Lea. “Your body is that of a boy, Divine Pau,” she advised, “but you are more than that, much more. Your essence did not originally inhabit this splendid human vessel and only the gods can instil consciousness into the soulless. The Great Kaluuth has brought your spirit into the worldly physical form of the son of the God of Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna, and because of that, your seed has unique unrivalled potency that can bring forth very special life, as well as unchallengable supremacy.”

“But can’t all cum…” Paul tried to reply before again being cut short by Lea. “Divine Pau, this world is known as Lamorrah. It was created when Seporr, a mere minor god, had the audacity to seduce the great Goddess of Death. From her womb, was brought forth this world, which has been dominated by those who would inflict much terrible destruction, suffering, pain and doom on others, especially the good and innocent. Only the product of the genitals of the son of the God of Desire and Goddess of Love can prevent such Armageddon and instead restore the world and its inhabitants to peaceful and contented vitality. Twelve other godlings such as yourself have tried to fulfil this commission and failed. Divine Pau, you are the thirteenth and last divine boy charged with trying to save this world from unspeakable wickedness.”

“Me?” asked a startled Paul. “Yes, Divine Pau” Lea responded, “you are the final one, the last ever for this world. Your actions will decide Lamorrah’s ultimate fate. ” “What happened to the others who failed?” enquired the now very concerned boy. “The same that, I’m afraid, might very well happen to you, Divine Pau,” was the unwanted answer, “because the sacred seed of such as you is not just a source of life and renewal, it is a potential source of unparalleled power for the evil ones. When mixed with your ground testicles or penis, it would form the main fundamental ingredient of a magical elixir that, when consumed, would bestow upon the recipient unrivalled might and immortality, although previously only until the next son of Seporr and Zamanna came to challenge such supremacy. However, after you, there will be no more divine sons. Many vile intelligences that live here are aware of your arrival and will be pursuing you in order to make the potion, which cannot of course, after your emasculation, be reproduced subsequently by rivals.”

“I don’t want to be here,” exclaimed a now frightened Paul, still viewing the heart rendering reflection and finally beginning to realise that he was not dreaming, “I want to be at home with mom.” “Too late,” Lea’s voice replied, “the Great Kaluuth has chosen you to fulfil this sacred role.”

The tremulous Paul contemplated this answer for a while before asking “What precisely is it that he wants of me?” “That you must discover on your own,” the girl’s voice responded, “as I’m not permitted to tell you. All I can say is that before you achieve your desired destiny, if indeed you do, you will have to cross many other plains and overcome many perilous challenges and difficulties. If you fall into trouble, I’m afraid that I shall not be there to aid you. I am but a humble servant of Kaluuth and the greatest God has two faces, one good and one evil. Your success will satisfy one and your death the other. From this moment on, he will watch your progress with great interest but he will not interfere. From this moment on, your fate is therefore in mortal hands. However, I can advise you of this. Danger lurks everywhere but the peril is gravest to the south in the domain of the Black Queen. Her cruelty is beyond all measure. Avoid her realm and you might yet succeed to become a true supreme hero as opposed to a sad powerless eunuch or worse!”

Paul, with tears of trepidation forming in his now blue eyes, looked at where Lea lay, proposing to continue his entreaties, but the girl had disappeared, as had her horse. The boy stood up and peered around but all he could see were the yellow sand and purple rocks of the vast plain. The 15 years old had been left alone to face the regular threats to his boyhood that were to come from the various base peoples and creatures that helped to share with him his new world, which he now finally accepted as truly real.

Paul pondered for a while, mulling over his options. The boy considered the pleasures he had just experienced and the dangers he now faced. The thoughts eventually caused his cock to begin to stir within the confines of its skimpy but taut cover. The 15 years old had now recognised that he had no option but to confront the Great Kaluuth’s challenge to become a hero, and the prospect of very dangerous but potentially thrilling adventures and chases ahead began to arouse his new and very substantial libido.

Paul, finally appreciating that he was truly now ‘Pau’, chose a direction to take, which, for all he knew, could have been leading him away from where he needed to travel and into grievous peril. However, he somehow instinctively appreciated that it was the right way.

The now dazzling boy, with a notable bulge at the front of his sparse loincloth, boldly and excitedly advanced towards his destiny, and that of Lamorrah, in the direction of the red sun, apparently at its zenith, across the immense yellow and purple plain.

(To be continued in chapter 3 – ‘Distractions’)