Inside, the room was quite dark, aside from two electric torches flickering on opposite walls. The bed was in the middle of the room, covered in grey upholstery cloth–to make it appear like stone Oliver supposed–but the illusion was weak at best. There was a chair by the door; he sat down and pulled out his cock, while Noah rolled over on the bed, dressed in his bedsheet toga, and got his first look at his minotaur boyfriend. “Oh no!” he cried, “The minotaur has found me–I have to escape!”
He made a feeble attempt to flee off the bed, but Kyle stalked over with a few rather nice grunts, grabbed him by the hips and hauled him back over the bed, running his cock up his boyfriend’s crack, and said in a deep voice, “I’ll eat you later Theseus, but first, you’re going to get bred like my cows! If you’re good, maybe I’ll keep you as a slave.”
The rutting started, and the two of them dropped their acts rather quickly, each lost in their own imaginary version of the scenario. Oliver toyed with himself, enjoying the effect of his makeup work. It wasn’t fabulous, of course, but in the darkened room, Kyle’s face did look rather bestial, and even sexy. Too bad he wasn’t a bit more built, and bit hairier–still, it was enough for Oliver to set his mind running, getting lost in his own fantasy, watching both young men shift and change at his direction into something new, something inhuman.
“I must say, I have always liked your art, but it’s your fantasies which I find most enjoyable.”
Where had that voice come from? He was still envisioning his strange sexual thoughts, but now, some stranger had appeared, unbidden. Young, wearing just a thin robe, voluminous enough to make Oliver rather unsure whether the figure was male or female. Still, this was no thought of his–he pushed the fantasy away and opened his eyes. Kyle and Noah were still themselves, still fucking, but the stranger was standing with them all in the room, like they had simply stepped out of Oliver’s thoughts and into the real world. They looked over at the two men, neither of whom had noticed the stranger’s appearance, their nose wrinkling in slight…disgust? Boredom? It was difficult to gauge what the expression was, but they weren’t particularly pleased.
“Don’t know why you waste your efforts on these two; they’re so shallow…so basic, as people seem to be saying these days. So strange, how quickly the world has been changing lately–I’m so sorry I haven’t introduced myself sooner. I’m Amoredie–a spirit of fantasies.”
Oliver wasn’t quite sure what to say, or what to do. “I…you mean…Have you been watching me?” he said, quietly, hoping neither Kyle nor Noah noticed him speaking to something which had to be a figment of his imagination.
“Why of course I’ve been watching you! You’ve only grown more interesting with age, so I’ve been letting you ripen, but at this point, you’re wasting yourself. So many ideas in that mind of yours, it goes unappreciated! Take these two for instance. This one,” they motioned to Kyle, “So much effort put into dressing him up, and he’s not even involved in the fantasy you’ve helped create! It’s really quite rude. Here, I’ll show you.”
It was rather difficult for Oliver to explain what happened next. At first, a halo of silver grew around Kyle’s head, as he thrust into Noah’s ass, oblivious to what was happening, and the halo grew larger, expanding until it was two or three yards in diameter, containing Kyle and Noah, with Oliver and the stranger on the outside. Oliver could see that everything inside the ring hovering in the air, had simply…changed, somehow. It seemed a bit duller, and somehow, Kyle had been stripped of his entire costume–and Noah was gone entirely. In his place was Aden Baffie–a movie star of moderate popularity–putting on quite a show of bottoming for Kyle.
“This one again–he shows up everywhere! Every era has their fantasies, but still, I have to wonder about people’s judgement,” Amoredie said.
“I don’t understand–what happened to them?” Oliver standing up and walking to the liminal edge of the strange halo.
“Everything inside is Kyle’s fantasy. His mind. What he’s picturing at the moment. He has no real interest in Noah’s strange desires, but he humors him.”
“So…none of this is real? How is this even possible?”
“Someone hasn’t been listening…” they said, wagging a finger at the older man, “As for this not being real–it certainly could be real, if I wanted it to be. But I find scenarios like this so dull! Everyone wants to be with Aden all of a sudden! Why can’t anyone want something original?” In exasperation, they passed into the fantasy and flopped on the bed where Kyle was fucking–but neither man noticed their entrance, “After thousands of years of existence, this becomes a bit weary, and that’s why I like you so much, Oliver! Because you imagine things that still seem new to me, and that’s why I’m here–because together, we’re going to have so much fun!”
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