The Decline And Fall Of Michael Christian

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This story is amazing. So erotic and so disturbing at the same time. It's horror porn. I love it!

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Part 13:  The Alley

 

 

Michael:

 

“Happy New Year.”  Scott said before Viktor pulled him in for a long passionate kiss.  

 

Tommy broke off his own kiss with Greg and raised his glass.  “Cheers, everyone!” 

 

Michael forced a smile.  He didn’t really want to be here.  Stuck with two couples on New Years Eve.  But it wasn’t like he had any other offers.

 

He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened on his trip out of town.  Five men, including the gaunt stranger, had fucked him that night.  His ass had been sore for days afterwards.  But he had felt something else as well.  A hunger.  A craving.  He wanted that feeling again.  

 

He looked up and saw David from the gym.  The personal trainer didn’t even notice him.  Some twink was cozying up to him and the personal trainer was clearly going to give the boy what he wanted.  The same thing that Michael wanted.  

 

“Be right back, guys.”  He said.  The bar had a smoker’s courtyard and, with the weather being so cold, it was the quietest place available. 

 

Michael pulled out his phone and dialled Seb’s number.  

“We’re sorry this number is disconnected or not in service at this time… “ the recording said.  Michael hung up and put his phone away.  

 

Michael had tried the number at least 15 or 20 times in the last couple weeks since the night in the bathhouse.  He knew what the result would be,  but he found himself trying again and again.  Hoping against hope for a pleasant surprise.  But no.  Seb seemed to have disappeared completely. 

 

Stepping back inside, Michael headed for the men’s room.   The line there was too long so he slipped out the service door into the alley.  He stepped into the shadow and pulled out his dick to take a piss.

 

“Looks like I’m not the only one who thought the line was too long.”

 

“Oh… hey Tommy. “  A bit late to be embarrassed now.  

 

The twink stepped up alongside him.  Close.  Michael could smell the alcohol on his breath.  The kid should have stopped an hour ago.  He was cute though.  Michael had always thought the twink too flamboyant for his tastes… but, right now, Michael thought his friend just looked incredibly sexy.  

 

 

Tommy: 

 

Tommy’s eyes trailed down Michael’s body to his open fly and licked his lips.   He had always wanted a taste of that dick.  Or better yet, to feel it inside him.

 

Michael might not seem quite as beautiful as he had once been.  But Tommy still thought he was gorgeous.  Just like the guys he had crushes on in school.  The ones who tormented and beat him up.  He had hated them, but wanted them to like them.  Feared them but lusted them.  

 

Like those high school crushes, however, Michael had never shown any interest.  Tommy had seen the guys Michael went for.  And they didn’t look like him.  Michael hooked up with and then discarded guys like Victor…  not skinny “twinks” like himself.  

 

So Tommy had just settled for watching him from afar.  Sneaking glances in the showers at the gym if they happened to be there together.  But there was something different tonight.  Something he couldn’t quite figure out.

 

Tommy pulled out his cock.  He was more than half hard and not just because he had to pee.  

 

Two streams of piss hit the wall.  When the piss stopped, however, neither man put his dick away.  Yes.  There was something different going on tonight, Tommy thought.  And he felt strangely fearless.  

 

  

Michael: 

 

Michael found his own eyes sliding down Tommy’s body.   To the crotch where the twink’s dick hung out of his fly.  The kid’s slim frame only made the dick look even larger.

 

Tommy brazenly reached out and wrapped his fingers around Michael’s dick and slowly started to stroke.  “Damn.  I’ve always wanted to do this.”

 

“Um… Tommy… what about Greg?”

 

“Don’t worry so much.”  Tommy whispered.  “We have an open relationship.  Plus what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

 

The logic made sense to Michael.  He stretched his own fingers out and wrapped around the big dick hanging out of Tommy’s tight jeans.   The slim man look startled but his dick grew even harder. 

 

Michael’s mouth was watering.  He was so damn horny.  He wanted that dick — wanted to suck it, wanted to feel it inside him.  But how would the kid react?   Tommy’s reputation as a power bottom was almost as infamous as Michael’s own reputation - well deserved until recently - as a total top.  Michael knew he had changed, that he had crossed a line that night in the bathhouse.  But this was different.  This was someone he knew.   

 

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just how horny he felt, or just that craving he felt inside.  But he decided nothing else mattered.  Just the craving.  

 

He slowly bent over and took Tommy’s turgid dick into his mouth.  

 

“Fuck!”  Tommy hissed.  But he didn’t push Michael away.    

 

Michael could taste a strange musky saltiness.  Piss, he realised.  The last few drops of piss hadn’t quite dripped from the drunk twink’s dick.  

 

His tongue swirled around the cockhead, savouring the flavour.  He breathed deeply.  Enjoying the smell of Tommy’s crotch.  The lad had been on the dance floor earlier so he was sweaty in his tight jeans.  

 

 

Tommy:

 

This wasn’t real.  It couldn’t be.  Michael was a top.  Everyone said so.  Tommy wondered for a moment if he had slipped in the dark alley and hit his head.  Maybe this was all a delusion.

 

No.  The sensations he was feeling were real.  That really was Michael Christian sucking his dick.  As impossible as that seemed.  

 

Tommy’s precum was flowing freely. and he had a hand on Michael’s head.  He wasn’t going to last for long.   His breath was ragged.  His muscles tightening. 

 

And them Michael pulled away.  Letting the dick slide from his mouth.  Tommy groaned.  He had been close.  Very close.  

 

 

Michael: 

 

The dick felt so good, tasted so good, but Michael wanted something else.  Something more.  Sucking Tommy’s dick had only made that longing in his hole worse.  Like an itch.  With just one way to scratch it.  

 

Michael unfastened his pants and pushed them down his thighs, his naked ass glinted slightly in the pale moonlight.    He looked over his should and Tommy’s jaw had, quite literally, dropped.  

 

But he still didn’t protest as Michael backed his naked ass back up.   Lining his hole up with that beautiful shaft.  Wincing slightly as the twink’s hips pushed forward.  Instinctively.  Too horny - and too drunk … and too inexperienced as a top — to be gentle.  Two inches buried themselves in Michael’s dry hole.  

 

Michael moaned.  God!  He needed this.  He felt whole.  Complete.  Topping another guy had never felt so good, so right, as having another man inside you.  And — at least at this moment — didn’t care if someone heard him.  

 

 

Tommy:

 

The twink’s hips were thrusting.  He wanted to cum so bad.  

 

He had never really been interested in topping but this felt good.  Hell yes, it felt so good.  And the fact that it was Michael Christian — total top, the guy who reminded him of those guys in high school — that just made it feel even better.  

 

“I’m gonna shoot!”

 

“Do it Tommy.”  Michael encouraged him.  “Don’t stop.  Give it to me.” 

 

“Oh shit… here it comes.   Take it!”

 

Tommy opened his mouth.  Wordlessly.    His cock spasming.  Unable to stop his hips slamming into Michael’s ass repeatedly.  Filling his friend’s ass with his seed. 

 

Finally his body slowed.  His muscles relaxing but his breathing still ragged.

 

“Tommy?   Michael?”  A voice said from the door leading into the alley.  “What the hell?”

 

 

Michael:

 

Michael’s turned and his face went pale.  Greg stood in the doorway.  He tried to stand up but Tommy didn’t move.  

 

“Greg… sweetie…”  The twink stammered, his cock deflating in Michael’s ass.   “This isn’t what it looks like.”

 

Greg raised an eyebrow, glanced back into the club to make sure no one else was following him, them stepped into the alley closing the door behind him. 

 

“Oh, I think it is perfectly obvious that it is EXACTLY what it looks like.”   Greg said, frowning.  His tight white T-shirt was stretched over his pecs.  It was pulled up just enough that one of his tattoos was visible as the muscles in his arm twitched.  

 

The construction worker stepped closer.  Michael didn’t want to fight.  He was quite sure he would lose.  

 

Then Greg laughed. 

 

“Fuck.  you two should see your faces.”

 

Michael breathed a sigh of relief.  “You aren’t mad?  I thought you were going to kill me.”

 

“Mad?  No.  Shocked as hell.  But not mad.”  He put a calloused hand on Michael’s ass.  “This is pretty hot really.  My power bottom boyfriend just fucked your ass, dude.  I've told him before that he should share that dick of his.   But I thought you were a ‘total top’?”

 

“What can I say.”  Michael turned his head and gave Tommy a wink.  The twink still stood, in shock, right behind him.   “He has a fantastic cock.”

 

“I’m rather fond of it myself.”  Tommy said wryly.  He finally stepped back, pulling his softened dick from inside Michael.   

 

“So.  The real question is:  is this a private party or can anyone join in?”  Greg smiled.  His hand sliding down Michael’s butt and into his crack.  Feeling his boyfriend’s cum dripping out of the hole.  “I see that you are already lubed up.”

 

Michael didn't think words were necessary.   He reached out a hand and caressed the front of Greg’s jeans.  Feeling the hardness there.  Yes.  He wanted another cock in him.  He wanted to keep feeling the sensation of getting powered.  Bred.  He bent forward a bit more.  His ass raising up, clearly on offer.  

 

Greg just smiled and unbuttoned his jeans. 

 

 

Viktor:

 

“Where have you guys been?”  Scott said.  “It’s been ages.” 

 

Viktor looked up to see Michael, Tommy, and Greg returning to the table.  

 

Michael just shrugged.  “Lines in the men’s room are obscene tonight.”

 

Viktor raised an eyebrow.  The three men looked a bit… what was the word… disheveled.  Had something gone on between them?  No.  Couldn’t be.   Still, he told himself, maybe it was better not to ask questions.  

 

No one spoke for a moment.  Everyone seemed lost in their own worlds.  Scott leaned into Viktor’s shoulder and breathed a sigh of contentment. 

 

It was Tommy who broke the silence.  “Oh.   I was going through my phone today and saw this picture from Halloween, do you remember it?”

 

“Viktor has it framed at the apartment.”  Scott offered.  

 

Michael stared at the picture but didn’t say anything.  Viktor knew the other man was comparing how he had looked two months ago with how he looked now.   He felt a bit guilty.  This was because of the bargain he had made with Zburător, a bargain he had tricked Michael and Scott into joining.  

 

Still, age caught up with everyone in the end.  And Viktor wouldn’t give up the relationship he had fallen into with Scott for anything.  Viktor had told his lover that he was positive, if not how it came about, and Scott had said he didn’t care.  

 

“It’s been a strange few months.”  Viktor said.   He took a last look at the picture before Tommy put the phone away. 

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Part 14:  Epilogue - Decade

 

 

Viktor: 

 

Had they ever been so young?   Viktor wondered, looking at the framed picture in his hands.  The picture Tommy had taken on Halloween ten years ago.  

 

It had been three weeks since the funeral.  Scott’s funeral.  He had been sure his tears would run dry eventually.  But he still cried himself to sleep every night.

 

It had been so sudden.  Witnesses had said Scott was crossing the street.  Drunk driver.   Ran a red light.  Scott was gone before Viktor could even get to the hospital.   

 

Viktor had been sure he would be the first to go.  Scott tested positive a few months after they started dating but had always stayed pretty healthy.  Viktor had not been so lucky.  He was that one who always been hardest hit by the disease.  They surely shared the same strain, but Scott had responded to well to the meds.  Viktor had not. 

 

Tommy and Greg had been at the funeral but Viktor barely remembered seeing them.  Nothing seemed to matter anymore.  Not even old friends.  

 

He stood and walked over to the mirror.   The wasting had set in within months of that Halloween night a decade ago.  His cheeks hallowing out.  His eyes becoming sunken.  Work had dried up of course.  No one wanted to hire a model who looked sick.   Even companies selling HIV meds and services wanted handsome, healthy looking men.  

 

But Scott had stayed with him, had loved him, through it all.  They had shared ten wonderful years together.  

 

Viktor knew he had let himself go even further since Scott died.  He hadn’t shaved since the morning of the funeral.  He just couldn’t be bothered.  The beard, like his hair, was grey and disheveled.  He barely recognised himself.  

 

And yet, he knew that face in the mirror.  He had seen it ten years ago.  On the night of the “seance”.  The man who had fucked him.  Infected him.  

 

“Hello Viktor.”  A voice said behind him but there was no reflection in the mirror.   

 

Viktor turned slowly.  The demon stood there, looking much as he had done years ago.  If anything, he seemed younger.  Viktor felt a wave a bitterness as he looked at the creature. 

 

“I’ve been expecting you, Zburător.  Or do you still prefer Sebastian?”

 

“I think we have more important matters to discuss that what you choose to call me.  It is time for the third payment.  I believe the terms were that the third payment would be do ‘after a heart is broken beyond hope.’   That seems to be a fairly accurate description of you, don't you think?“

 

“Why should I make this last payment?  What if I refuse?”

 

The demon tilted it’s head as if considering something.  “If you recant now, everything that followed on from the night of the contract will never have happened.”

“And that is supposed to be a threat? Look at me.  Look at what your contract has done to me.”

 

Zburător’s laugh was cruel.  “Do you really not understand?  If there had been no contract. then there would have been no love with Scott.  He would have continued to resent you, to hate you, and — eventually — he would have succeeded in driving you out of his little circle of friends.  You had ten years of happiness together.  Would you throw them away so lightly?”

 

“No.  I would not throw them away.”  Viktor’s voice was just a whisper.   “But would he still be alive?”

 

“No.”  The demon said with a smile.  “If you break your contract, I will make sure that he doesn’t.  And I will make sure that you remember just enough to know what you lost.  But you will remember none of the details.  All those memories would be lost.  Was your time together worth so little?”

 

“That’s not fair.”

 

“Did you really expect me to be ‘fair’?”

 

Viktor was trapped.  He had no option.  None.  He couldn’t give up those years with Scott.  Not even to get his health back.

 

“What is it you want me to do?”

 

“You are going to fuck two men, breed them, and infect them with HIV. the same as you did to Scott.”

 

“Who?”

 

“Oh come now.  You already know who one of them is.  Michael did not recognise you, but you recognised yourself in the club that night.  You told me so.  And now you recognise that future self when you look in the mirror.  You are going to, quite literally, go fuck yourself.” 

 

“And the second man?”

 

“You have provided me entertainment.. and sustenance from you and your friends.  I’m feeling generous and have chosen to reward you.   You will be the one who takes Michael Christian’s virginity.  Or, depending how you look at it, you already were that man.”

 

Viktor nodded slowly.  It made sense now.  A little piece of the puzzle falling into place.  

 

But could he do this?  He had already let the demon manipulate him into infecting Scott.  Something he had always regretted.

 

He hadn’t seen Michael in years.  Hadn’t really thought much about him really.  Michael had changed.  Not just his appearance, or the strange ageing that set in so suddenly, but something more fundamental.  It was like part of him was missing.  Some part of his soul. 

 

Like Viktor and Scott, he had tested positive within months of that Halloween night.  He tried to hide it but the virus left it’s mark on his body, as it had with Viktor himself.  

 

As Viktor and Scott had settled into domestic bliss, Michael had taken a different route.  He was the subject of gossip in the gay community:  the ‘total top’ who had fucked every pretty boy he wanted… was in the bathhouses four or five nights a week.  Always face down, ass in the air, begging guys to use him.  He had even ended up going some bareback films for some website that specialised in guys with the “poz look”.  Until he had gotten too sick even for them.

 

So they had drifted apart. 

 

All this was Viktor’s fault.  He conducted the ceremony that summoned Zburător.  He had lied to his friends and told them it was a seance.  He had tricked them into the contract.  How could he do what the demon was asking?  How would he ever live with this guilt?

 

But, no.  It didn’t matter, did it?  He couldn’t refuse.  He couldn’t loose those ten years with Scott.  He couldn’t let the demon cause Scott’s death even earlier.  Not even to save himself or Michael.  Even if his soul was damned for what he was about to do.  He had no choice.  “I agree.”

 

“Excellent.  Take my hand.”

 

Viktor reached out and took the offered hand.  It was like holding a piece of ice. 

 

“How does this work?”

 

“I, and my kind, don’t see time quite the way you do.  You are caught in the current of time, pulled along in it’s ebb and flow like the flotsam you are. My kind… we are not.   But you don’t need to worry about that.  You have other matters to attend to.”

 

He whispered instructions into Viktor’s ear.  Viktor nodded.  

 

And then the room began to grow dark.  Like the light was moving away.  Everything seemed… fuzzy.  Indistinct.  The room was spinning around him.  Faster.  Faster.  And then everything shattered around him.  And he was falling.  Into a perfect darkness.  

 

And then there were lights and music and sweating men everywhere.  The Club.  Ten years ago.  Halloween.  Just an hour or so after the so-called seance.  Back to the beginning.

And there was Michael.  Not yet changed.  Still young, and beautiful, and arrogant.  And yet strangely alone.  No one looking at him.  The demon’s doing, of course.  Your eyes just wanted to slide off him.  

 

Scott was not to be seen at the moment.  But there, out on the dance floor, was the younger version of himself.  

 

Their eyes met.  The younger Viktor recognising his face in the older, sickly Viktor.   Viktor could remember the fear and confusion he had felt all those years ago.  But that was not important.  His encounter with the younger Viktor was later.  

 

He turned and walked up behind the Michael.  The other man did not see him. He took a deep breath.  I’m doing this for us Scott.  To make sure we have those years together. 

 

Viktor leaned in close and shouted over the noise of the club.  “Hey.”

 

 - END -

And that's the end of this story. Thanks to those who have sent likes and messages.  Working on a few other stories and hope to have one up here soon.  

[jbucktown]

Amazing story!  This obviously took a lot of work.  Good job.

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Amazing story!  This obviously took a lot of work.  Good job.

A bit of work but it was fun as well.

[bigkevsuk]

don't normally comment on stories, but given the length of this one felt i must comment ,great story enjoyed every chapter one of the best ive read on here, hope to see more from you

[breedbaltimore]

Great story, thanks for sharing.

[Frenchpig]

really well writen you've got talent

[Jox]

Reading through the final chapter I didn't expect that twist coming lol took me by complete surprise.

 

But it all makes sense are reading it again. Nice job CLB!

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Thanks all for the likes and comments. It really is good to hear that you enjoyed the story.

[sam_puppy]

Wow great twist at the end

[onlyraw]

Wow, truly fascinating mixture of porn and supernatural horror.....(kind of wish I had waited until Halloween to read it)

 

Thanks for taking the time to write such a well written thought out story,,,,, looking forward to reading your other postings

[pisces bearcub]

This has been a spectacular read. Very well written, and a fantastic twist at the end. Didn't really see it coming!

Keep up with the writing, you have a great talent!!!

[azunboifun]

CLB, this was one of the best erotic horror efforts i've read. your imagination is insane. i've blown many loads to this fantastic work. 6 squirts! 

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At the risk of bumping an old story up on the list, just wanted to mention for anyone who enjoyed this story that I've finally (almost a year later) been able to progress a follow-up (not quite a sequel) to it.  

 

Look for "There Is Always A Price" in the story queue.  Part 1 is up now which sets the stage for the story and (re-) introduces Zburator (still using the name Sebastian / Seb) and Tommy.   (Although Tommy will play a larger role starting in part 2.).  Hope to get Part 2 to a satisfactory state and get it posted within a few days.  

 

(Side note:  the site is treating this as a quote and I'm not sure how to get it to plain text.  Apologies.)

Edited August 7, 2016 by drscorpio
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