The Muscle Punishment ﹠ Humiliation Society

CHAPTER 1 : DIVIDE TO CONQUER

BIG LUCAS:

I wake up with a start. My body is drenched in sweat. The bouncer from the nightclub I fucked last night is sleeping quietly beside me. "The Fountain of Eon!!! Of course, that's it." I get up, put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I go down to the library and open a cabinet filled with ancient maps. I'm in luck, the first one is of our family villa built in 1660 by Freaker Raven, my ancestor. The fountain is marked in ink at the end of a long pathway. I head out armed with a flashlight. A few minutes later, I'm in a clearing overrun by vegetation. In the center, the ruined fountain. A faint reddish glow indicates to the empty pedestal in the middle of the basin.

I search through the vegetation and find a piece of the head of the god Eon with a red stone embedded in place of the eye. “The god of unlimited time” I say like a spell. I take out a parchment folded in four. I found it hidden in the binding of my ancestor's notebook. I repeat the words: "When stone and flesh cross, he will be born." I approach the pedestal. It is divided into three pieces. I place my hands on the stone and make an attempt. It moves. Its weight is considerable but nothing resists my strength. I lift it and set it on the ground. The second is even heavier but I manage to move it. The third is hollow, filled with a silvery liquid that looks like mercury. I lift it slightly and the liquid spills onto the ground. A glass urn appears. I take off my t-shirt and use it to pull it out, avoiding touching the liquid. I set it on the edge of the fountain. I let out a cry of surprise. It contains a massive cock and two balls, all well preserved. On the glass, ingraved, a name and a number : MAGNUS MILITANT II.

ALEX CAVA:

My skin breaks out in goosebumps and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I tilt my head like a puppy hearing a whistle. “Someone has cast a spell. It didn’t go quite right, but it’s clear that someone spoke the words and took the ruby in their hand.” I close my eyes and listen with my soul. There is no room for error. The ruby is near Max, somewhere on his side. I walk through the city and stop in front of a familiar house, a house I hate, a house where I lost Max.

How is this possible? I’ve searched the house countless times since Freaker’s death without finding anything, and yet I’m absolutely certain that the ruby is beating inside that building I hate so much. The front door is locked, as always, but I know well the tunnel leading from the garden into the house, into its living room. The tunnel has fallen into ruin over the centuries and is teeming with rats and spiders. But I couldn’t care less. This is one step closer to my beloved. The door, disguised as an old cupboard, opens, and I step into a room that’s surprisingly well-maintained.

A dim table lamp glows in what used to be a meditation chamber. I creep to the door and realize it’s been converted into some kind of office or study. A young man, a rather handsome, fair-haired bodybuilder type with glasses, sits at the desk. I’d recognize that cock and those balls even after thousands of years: They belong to MAX. I’d like to rush in and take them from the young man, kill him, but I need him. He probably knows where the rest of Max is. I retreat back into the shadows and let the boy continue his search. I can already sense Max, because my cock is starting to get hard. SOON! SOON!"

BIG LUCAS:

I have been searching through this damp library for several days now. The house is partly in ruins, abandoned for centuries. The vast park was dismantled by later generations, sold to the municipality or to farmers. Only my house remained unsold, uninhabitable, haunted, they say. I know little about my ancestor Freaker. Some say he died here at over one hundred years old, others say over three hundred, some even believe he is still alive. He would have died in the fire of his laboratory, taking all his secrets with him. For the local people, he was a black sorcerer, and even today, they threaten naughty children by saying Freaker will come for them.

I play with the red stone, letting it slide between my fingers. I will have it examined to see if it is a simple piece of glass or a ruby. Since I have possessed it, I feel an incredible energy supporting me. I sleep less, I am more awake, lucid, and I also have the feeling of being stronger. Yesterday at the gym, I beat my deadlift record, and it seemed so easy. I sense presences too, just an impression, a shadow in a corner, a breath on my neck. But there is never anything there.

From time to time, I look at Max's virile parts and tell myself he must have been a virile and strong man. Last night I masturbated imagining my fight against him, ending up fucking him and killing him like my ancestor did. Again a shadow, a creaking sound over there in the corner. I lift the lamp to illuminate the dark place. But again i see nothing.I read an old village chronicle and I find an interesting passage. It tells that our villa was built on the site of an old fortified house that the villagers feared because strange things happened there. The text adds that my ancestor had it destroyed to erase all traces of a sect, and that he kept only the cellars to install his alchemy laboratory. One day it was destroyed by a fire. But i found nothing about only some oral gossips. I must inspect the cellar and find a passage that would lead me to this secret place and perhaps understand why my ancestor kept this piece of Max and numbered it.

ALEX CAVA:

The young man looked like a Greek wrestler, except he was blond and wore glasses. But then again, nobody’s perfect. I felt like pouncing on him and snapping his neck before he even had time to realize what the hell had hit him. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the centuries, it’s to be patient, to wait. I felt Max’s spirit closer than I had in hundreds of years. Something that made my cock harden and my heart race for the first time in a long while. The nerdy, bespectacled guy was on the trail; he’d soon figure out the location of Max’s remains and take me there. Let’s give the boy some time... Max will be back soon. At that very moment, my heart skipped a beat. Something touched me from behind, sliding a finger under my waistband in a way... that only one man knew how to do.... MAX."

The sensation lasts only a moment, and when I turn to look behind me, there is no one there, of course. But I am certain of what I had felt; nothing like this had happened in centuries. The young nerd glasshole had triggered something that brought Max’s return closer than ever. He seemed just as excited about it as I was, for reasons I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Then, like a lightning from the clear sky I remember the small servant’s room right behind the meditation chamber. There was a peephole in the wall between them, through which I often stalked the meditating guys, jerking off as I watched their stretching.

The opening was not visible from the chamber, as it was hidden deep within the mouth of a lion carved into the wall. If the wall hadn’t been torn down, the opening would still be there. I walk past the chamber in eerie silence, the wooden floor of the hallway creaking occasionally, toward the servants’ quarters, hoping it’s still behind the secret panel. My luck seems to have finally turned; the dusty room is still there, exactly as I last saw it, hundreds of years ago. I peek through a small opening and see Glasshole sitting at the table, immersed in his research.

At that very moment, the sensation returns, but this time cold fingers slide deep into the crack between my buttocks. I look behind me—no one there, of course. “Max, I know you can see me. Soon, I promise you, soon we’ll be together again.”

MUSCLEMARINE:

I wander aimlessly in the corridors of this dark structure where the descendant of the one who destroyed me lives on. My spirit moves from hall to hall, still feeling attached to this world of the living, unable to leave it completely. My lover's woes still keep me near and seeing him infiltrate into the enemy's premises gives me hope - hope that he is still intending to free me. If not to bring me back, at least to make sure my soul moves on. As he passes next to me, I reach out, brushing my hand down his back, gently, and over that beautiful muscular ass of his. I try to speak, but my voice fades almost instantly into the void... although I can hear him and his words soothe me for a second or two while I push two of my fingers into his ass, like I used to to do before, unsure how much he can feel.

I remain hopeful, and sometimes try to reach out and communicate... the layer separating the world of the living and death is so thin it can sometimes feel non-existent, easily breached. I also feel it sometimes around my enemy's heir when he cannot help but think of me while playing with himself. It seems the myth of me, or what used to be said or written in his journals was far too strong for him to deny. I watch him sometimes rub himself, touch it until he cannot hold back. Maybe I should try helping him out one day...

BIG LUCAS:

I push through the old wine cellar, dusty bottles lining the walls, most of them rotted through. But something catches my eye. A section of the wall looks different. Newer. I run my fingers along the stones and feel a draft. I push. Nothing. I push harder. The stone gives way with a grinding sound. A staircase descends into darkness. I raise my lamp and step inside. The air changes immediately. The walls are covered in hieroglyphs. Egyptian symbols. Isis. The goddess. In the center of the room stands a stone altar, blackened by fire. And behind it, slumped against the wall, is a body. Or what remains of one.

The corpse is burned beyond recognition. The flesh is charred and cracked, the bones visible through the blackened skin. But the robes are still recognizable. The black silk of a High Alchemist. My ancestor. Freaker Duval. His skeletal hands clutch a metal tube against his chest. I pry it from his fingers. The tube is cold, sealed with wax bearing the imprint of a raven clutching a key. I break the seal and unroll the parchment inside. The writing is faded but legible. A list. Names of places. Coordinates. And next to each, a body part.

I read:"Head, ears, nose, tongue - catacombs beneath Rome, sealed behind the statue of the Weeping Christ.""Two feet - frozen in the ice caves of Norway, guarded by the White Bear clan.""Two ARMS- sunk in the waters of the Caspian Sea in a chest marked with the sign of the scorpion.""Torso - buried beneath the altar of the Red Temple in the mountains of Tibet." "Heart - the last piece. Location known only to the Priest warriors. Find them, find the heart."

I stare at the list. My hands tremble. This is not a myth. This is real. Max was real. And someone cut him into pieces and scattered him across the world. But something catches my eye. At the bottom of the parchment, another note :". The vessel of virility, preserved in glass, marked with the name of the seeker. The red stone of Eon unlocks what was once sealed." I freeze. I run to my bedroom. Under the bed i take the glass urn I found at the fountain. The one with the massive cock and balls. I turn it over. On the bottom, etched into the glass. And beneath it, a name: "Lucas." My name. Written centuries ago. And the red stone I found at the fountain, the one embedded in the head of Eon, the one I've been carrying, the one that fills me with energy and strength. The parchment calls it the key. I fold the list and put it in my pocket. I have one piece already. Some more to find. And somewhere out there, the heart of Max waits for the one who holds the Ruby.Rome first. Then the rest. My hunt begins

ALEX CAVA:

I listen as a young man, whose name turns out to be Lucas, reads the instructions on the parchment aloud. He may not yet know what they all mean, but to me this is a triumph. The hiding places have been revealed; all that’s left is to retrieve the pieces and bring them here. My eyes well up with tears as Lucas pulls a glass jar from under his bed, inside which are balls and a cock I’d recognize among all the cocks in the world. “Max!” I whisper, feeling my cock stiffen in my cotton pants. It’s as if something is stroking along the shaft of my cock, with demanding strokes causing a wet mark to appear on the crotch of my gray pants.

One part—one important part—is already done; all that’s left is to rush out and get the rest. Then I stop to think… “It’s better to let Glasshole do the dirty work. It’s enough for me to follow him and make sure the musclehead can get the parts, so no one can stop him from carrying out his plans. “Hang in there a little longer, Max—the wait of hundreds of years will soon be over.”

BIG LUCAS:

I take the first train to Rome. The list burns in my pocket. The red stone pulses against my chest, warm through my shirt. The train rattles through the night. I try to sleep, but I cannot. I feel eyes on me. I turn in my seat, scanning the compartment. It is almost empty.. Just some passengers sleeping. Still, the feeling does not leave. A shadow in the reflection of the window. A breath on my neck. I clutch my bag tighter. Rome appears. The eternal city. But I am not here for sights. I find a small hotel near the Appian Way, close to the catacombs. The receptionist gives me a strange look when I ask about them. "Which ones?" she asks. "The tourist ones are closed at this hour.""The real ones," I say. "The ones that are not on the maps."She pauses. Then she writes an address on a paper. "Go there. Ask for Brother Boris. But be careful. The darkness below does not like strangers."

The address leads me to a small church, crumbling and forgotten. The door is unlocked. Inside, candles burn despite the empty pews. A man in brown robes stands at the altar. His back is to me. "You are here for the pieces," he says without turning. I freeze. "How do you know?" "I know many things." He turns. His face is gaunt, his eyes dark. "I am a keeper. A guardian. And you are the heir of the one who destroyed him." He lunges at me. I barely have time to react. His hands wrap around my throat. He is stronger than he looks. Much stronger. I feel the red stone burn against my chest. Energy surges through me. I grab his wrists and twist. He gasps. I drive my fist into his jaw. He stumbles back. I kick his knee. He falls. I strike him again. He crumples to the stone floor, unconscious.I stand over him, breathing hard. My hands are shaking. The stone's glow fades. Minutes pass. The priest stirs. He opens his eyes and looks up at me. Then he laughs. A dry, rasping sound.

"You have the strength," he whispers. "The stone chose you." He rises slowly, touching his jaw. "Follow me. I will take you to what you seek."He leads me through a door behind the altar. Stone stairs descend into darkness. We walk for what feels like hours. The air grows cold. The walls are lined with bones. Skulls. Femurs.We stop before a statue. A carved figure of Christ, weeping. Tears of stone running down his face."Behind it," the priest says. "What you seek is behind it."I push the statue. It moves with a grinding sound. A small cavity opens. Inside, wrapped in ancient cloth, are the parts. I unwrap them carefully. Ears. Nose. Tongue. All preserved, all intact. And beside them, the head.I stare at it. The face of a man. Strong. Handsome. Even in death, there is power in his features. "The head was kept separate," the priest says. "But they belong together."

I wrap them again and place them in my bag. Two pieces found. The cock and balls. The head with ears, nose, and tongue."Where are the priest warriors?" I ask. "The ones who guard the heart?"The priest shakes his head. "Gone. Scattered. Some say they still exist, hidden in the mountains of the east. The last keeper died without revealing its location."I turn to leave. The priest grabs my arm. His grip is surprisingly gentle."Beware," he says. "You are not alone in this hunt. Others seek him too. I think of the feeling of being watched. The shadows. The breath on my neck."Who?" I ask.But the priest only shakes his head and turns away.

MUSCLEMARINE:

Just then, a gust of wind rushes through the dark hall, whistling like a banshee in your ear. A light touch grazes your neck, and at your nape, like two fingers running down your spine and then disappear. You brush it off like its some kind of coincidence... But something has stirred in you, deep in you, and down in your loins. The priest looks at you and smiles, almost scared though, giving you the warning again that you are now alone in this quest.

I follow you, my soul loosely attached to every part of me you are collecting, but mostly to the Ruby you have with you that is guiding you to find the pieces. Your quest is also mine, eager to become whole again. As you lay in your hotel room, staring at the latest finds - my face, looking back at you - it feels like I am here with you, staring back, although my eyes are closed. Then, suddenly, you feel that gust of wind again, only this time it is calmer, slower, and less loud. But the same sensation of two fingers running down your spine is back, trailing lower down to your ass cheeks. They even feel tighter against your skin, pushing down on the muscle buns, then feels like someone is grabbing them and squeezing them, before sliding those two fingers again inside and hooking them in you.

ALEX CAVA:

I watch Lucas from a distance as he steps into the old church. Just half an hour later, he comes out carrying a black leather bag. He got the parts. That’s good, and I didn’t even have to help him. The boy isn’t half bad. Max’s return is closer than I dared to hope. I can only imagine his frustration out there… wherever he is waiting for his return, probably annoyed, angry even. "Max, if you can hear me.. I am close to make it happen."

I’ll take the next train back to Tuscany, to Freaker’s palace, to wait for Glashole’s return. Why work so hard when the muscle guy does all the work for me? I smile to myself as the train whizzes through the landscape. Soon everything will be ready, and I’ll have Max back. “Should I get rid of Lucas after all? Probably yes—he is, after all, a descendant of the traitorous Freaker.” The mere thought makes my cock twitch in my pants.

MUSCLEMARINE:

My soul is split in two... if not three... Part of me needs to remain in the hotel room, hovering over this hot blonde muscle boy who is doing a good job finding my pieces and putting me back together. The second part of me is with my love who is dying to have me back, keeping his distance but also a close watch on the enemy researcher. And the third part of me is still trapped in this limbo from where I can feel both the presence of the human world and the underworld colliding - a place that feels both suffocating and liberating - a place where one's soul can get lost without end.

While sliding my two fingers into the ass of this hot blonde, muscular Lucas, I feel them tighten... but without any effect on my ethereal presence. I pull them out, chuckling - which only sounds like another breeze passing over his body. Looking at him breathe and moan deep in his sleep, something pulls me back and away from him... as I feel Alex, in the another part of the city, driving off, back to the castle, palace or whatever hell hole we all soon will return to... once Lucas has all my pieces together.

BIG LUCAS:

I wake with a gasp. My cock is rock hard, throbbing against the sheets, slick with my own seed. The dream is already fading, but the sensation lingers. Fingers inside me. A presence behind me. I can still feel the ghost of that touch. I look around the hotel room. Empty. But the air feels heavy, charged.I breathe slowly. My body is still humming with energy from the red stone. I get up, shower, and pack. The head, ears, nose, and tongue are wrapped carefully in my bag. I need to get them somewhere safe before I continue.

Back in Tuscany, I hire a locksmith. An old man with shaking hands but sharp eyes. He opens the vault in the cellar of my villa, the one my ancestor built into the foundation. The door is thick steel, untouched for centuries. Inside, I place the glass urn with the cock and balls, and the cloth bundle with the head and parts. I lock the door. The key hangs around my neck. The next morning, I take the plane to Norway. The ice caves. The White Bear clan. Two feet frozen somewhere in the northern wilderness.. In the boarding room, a man brushes past me. Tall. Dark hair. Broad shoulders under a thick coat. Our shoulders touch. Something flashes through me. A strange pull in my chest. I turn to look at him. He is already gone, disappearing into the crowd.

ALEX CAVA:

I quickly slip into the boarding line before Lucas spots me. The flight in business class—where I secured my tickets simply by flashing a flirtatious smile at the booking agent—goes smoothly, with a petite flight attendant entertaining me in the airplane restroom before the champagne is served. Lucas sat there like a nerd the whole flight, reading something. Good for him—I’ll ask for another glass of champagne before landing!

I follow Lucas’s journey from Oslo north to the Hammerfest area, once again sitting on a train. How easy this is! The nerd does the work while I hook up with the little flight attendants and enjoy my champagne. I’m prepared, though, for the possibility that I might still have to fight for Max, at the latest by the time Lucas has gathered all the pieces together.

MUSCLEMARINE:

The flight to Norway was long, feeling my spirit dragged along. I see Alex following the your muscular nerd closely and that keeps my hopes up. Moreover, this researcher finding all the pieces of me is my only chance of coking back. I need to keep him interested in this quest... I know exactly how to do that.

I glide down towards him as he reads his book on the last stretch, in the train, and whisper into his ear. He obviously cannot hear me or what I say, but I am sure he can feel a presence. My whispers, no matter how inaudible, will at least send shivers down his spine, and turn him on. A little brush of my ghostly foggy fingerd at his side will help also.

BIG LUCAS:

I'm heading north, guided by a man who drops me off near a village called Bjørneklan – the Bear Clan. The path is called "Frosne Føtter Vei" – the Frozen Feet Way. He leaves me at the start of the trail. Hours of hiking ahead. From the beginning, I feel the Ruby heating my skin, a constant, hard pressure against my chest.I don't know if it's the cause of my constant erection. Even on my way to Oslo, I felt my dick harden. The closer I get to the Baereson farm, the hotter the stone gets against my skin. I also notice some trees have their trunks clawed by an animal. A bear, maybe. The Baeresons are an old family, and to many, they are the descendants of the Bear Clan, the keepers of Max's feet. On the path suddenly man aims a rifle at me. I fumble in my bag for my phone and my translation app. I don't have time. I receive a blow to the back of my head.

I wake up naked in a cave, walls covered in pictograms. Two naked men are by a fire. The elder throws herbs into the flames. The air thickens, becomes suffocating. My vision blurs. Before me, the men twist, their bodies swelling, fur sprouting from their skin. They are no longer men. They are grizzlies.The son charges first… Later I come back… No souvenirs… I'm bleeding, my body a canvas of ragged tears. The cave air is thick with the scent of blood. I look at the two dead grizzlies at my feet. The Baeresons. Father and son. They used some kind of dark invocation, a ritual of their clan, to transform into these beasts. They attacked me to protect the secret they had guarded for centuries.. My gaze falls upon 2 crystal reliquaries. They are sculpted perfectly into the shape of two powerful feet. Inside, are the feet of Max. I came here specifically for this. . I didn't come to find a family; I came to claim a relic of power.As I wrap the crystal feet and place them in my bag, I feel a strange sensationl. A raw, primal excitement. The fight... the killing... it felt good. I felt a surge of power when I drove that dagger into the son's throat, a dark ecstasy when I smashed the rock into the father's skull. This is more than a quest. It's a hunt. And I am the hunter. And I am very, very good at it.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I smile, sitting on one of the large stones on the side of the cave. This blond man is not just brains... he has the brawn to back it up. He is the perfect guy to finish this quest. I glide down and stand behind him. I sniff his scent, all sweat, musk and blood mixed. I try to wrap my arms around him, hugging him. I know it will arouse him more as I notice a stir in his pants. I reach down and my misty touch grazes his length. Just as he moves and looks towards me, as if he can see me, my ghostly presence disappears into the darkness behind him, leaving him horned up and turned on.

I know my little stimuli are making a difference - keeping him interested in completing this quest... bringing me back. My little ghostly caresses will help me make him think he will have me when I am back, keep him wanting to bring me back to life.

ALEX CAVA:

Why the hell did Freaker have to send Max’s legs to a place this damn cold? Despite my thick winter coat, I’m shivering as I watch Lucas fight. It’s as if Freaker’s spirit is guiding his every move as he eliminates the men with the fastest and most precise strikes. He’s exactly the right man for this job, and I don’t have the slightest doubt that he’ll do everything in his power to get Max’s body parts back together.

Fortunately, my shivering will soon come to an end, because Lucas has found what he was looking for and steps out of the cave with a strange flush on his cheeks, looking a little bewildered. Maybe eliminating two men is making him react this way; maybe he isn’t used to killing yet, but he’ll learn soon enough. I’m just about to leave BEFORE Lucas spots me when I suddenly catch a glimpse of Max. It’s just a faint, translucent shadow against the icy cave wall, but I’m certain of what I saw. He has a smirk on his face, as if he’s been up to some mischief. The vision fades quickly, but it’s also a sign to me… Max is on his way back.

BIG LUCAS:

The Caspian Sea is a cold, dark void. I'm in a drysuit, air hissing from my regulator. The deep cuts on my side and shoulder from the bear fight are dull aches, insulated by the thick rubber. I have the list. I have the location. Somewhere below me, a chest with the scorpion's mark. I swim deeper, the light fading. The Ruby is warm on my skin. I find the chest. Wedged between two rocks, covered in centuries of silt. A large iron chest. On its lid, a faded engraving of a scorpion. It's too heavy to lift. I can't shift it. I attach several large lift bags to the chest, their canvas ballooning as I feed them air from a tank. The bags surge upwards, straining against the weight. With a groan of protesting metal, the chest breaks free from the seabed. The chest is heavy, and the rise will be fast. I have to make decompression stops. I secure an additional lift bag with a line, controlling the ascent speed. I ascend slowly, stopping at each prescribed stop. I watch the pressure gauge, the dive computer. Each stop is an eternity. But I can't take risks. I can't let the thrill of the discovery rush me

Finally, the surface. The boat. Daylight. I haul the chest aboard. I force the lock. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, are the two arms. They are perfect, preserved, powerful. I peel off the drysuit. I look at the wounds on my own body. The deep gashes from the bear's claws. They are already closing. The pain is fading. I watch as the skin knits itself together, leaving only faint pink lines. It's the Ruby. It's healing me. And it's exciting me. I feel a surge of power, a raw energy that makes my cock harden. This stone isn't just a key. It's making me into something more. Something like him. Something like Max. Now I feel so close to him.

ALEX CAVA:

As the old, rusty coffin rises to the surface, my cock stirs with excitement in my pants. I watch the events unfold from the deck of an innocent-looking fishing boat, with powerful binoculars helping me see everything I need to. Once again, Lucas has succeeded in his mission with ease, and Max’s return is one step closer.

Suddenly, memories flood my mind as if something is licking my neck, biting my earlobe, and squeezing my buttocks. My cock stiffens even more, but I try to focus on what matters: Lucas’s success. I wish finding the remaining parts and getting them back would be as easy as it has been so far. But I’m afraid that Freaker had taken care of guarding the torso and the heart. Glasshole would have to kill again… or be killed. Just in case, I should stay on alert and make sure things go smoothly myself.

BIG LUCAS:

The Tibetan guides refused to go up Mount Khangri. “་Byis pa..Byis pa “"..”Cursed," they said. The temple is in ruins, the place deserted. Yet the coordinates are right. I'm in my tent, dreaming of him. Strangely, I smell his scent. I feel his muscular body. His handsome, virile face haunts my dreams, and I cum. In the middle of the night, whispers. A sudden gust of wind when all is calm. I go out. Nothing. But there, behind a high, intact wall, a bright light. I have to see.

ALEX CAVA:

I’m starting to get a little bored of observing Lucas on his trips—no suspense, no intense moments of combat, fights with enemies, nothing. The boy gets through his tasks way too easily. Well, he’ll have to fight at the very latest when I rip the ruby from his neck, unless he hands it over voluntarily. My thoughts are interrupted by a groan coming from Lucas’s tent. The boy must be having wet dreams; I smile to myself as I sense someone standing behind me in the darkness of the night. I turn to look, but only a light breeze is swaying some low bushes. No one’s there!

BIG LUCAS:

Before leaving the tent, I finish the tea one of the porters gave me. It's not good, has a strange taste, but it's hot and has comforted me tonight, helping me sleep. I cautiously approach the place where the light is coming from. I hear voices, sounds, the clatter of weapons, drums. My head is heavy, my mind foggy. Before me, an illuminated altar, blurry shapes dance around it. A colorfully painted statue occupies a corner. Little by little, the shapes take on life. An arena of red sand appears. A motley crowd surrounds it, shouting, laughing loudly. Suddenly, two arms grab me and push me out of my hiding place, throwing me into the arena.

From the shadows, figures emerge. They are not men. They are Tibetan spirits of malice, twisted and horned. One, with the face of a jackal and arms like knotted rope, is a Dre-Shin, a flesh-eater. Another, all shadow and elongated limbs, is a Tsen, a vengeful mountain spirit. A third, small and swift with burning coals for eyes, is a Lu, a spirit of plague and madness. They circle me, their laughter a scraping sound.

ALEX CAVA:

My cock jumps up seeing the nerd finally entering into a situation that requires more than just pure luck. He must fight, not only to get Max's torso but also to survive. I hide behind a bamboo-made cottage, ready to enter in case Lucas needs some help. I wouldn't like him to see me, but to recover Max's body is the most important thing. At the moment Lucas seems to have no problems as he takes the fighting stance and prepares to face those ugly monsters. And then, once again, a chill runs down my spine, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I sense someone standing behind me. "Max, is that you?"

MUSCLEMARINE:

A soft howl invades the arena, passing swiftly close to you, morphing into something almost palpable for a fleeting moment. It passes next to you, making its way towards Lucas, grazing his skin, sending stimuli all over hie body before disappearing in the walls around. This gust of living wind gets more and more present with every day passing and every piece of me found somewhere...

It seems also that with every manifestation I make, you see more of me before I disappear and flutter away in a misty cloud. I manage to touch your skin and then the muscles of the nerd Lucas who is getting closer and closer to completing the mission. I am eager to come back and be able to touch you...

ALEX CAVA:

That familiar touch against my skin, then your scent. Something stiffens in my pants as I feel Max so vividly close to me, against my skin. Now I just have to make sure Lucas succeeds in his mission. We can’t fail now that we’re so close. Lucas launches the attack… I’m on standby.

BIG LUCAS:

The hallucinogenic herbs I drank in the tea have twisted reality.The Dre-Shin lunges first, its rope-like arms swinging. I'm sluggish, my reactions dulled by the tea. I try to block, but my arm feels like lead. Its blow connects, sending me stumbling back. The Tsen is on me in a flash, its clawed fingers raking my chest. I cry out, more from surprise than pain. The Lu darts in, low, trying to trip me. I'm a mess of confusion, the arena spinning, the crowd's roar a distant buzz. I'm being torn apart by ghosts and my own poisoned mind. And in the middle of all i believe to see him... MAX...

MUSCLEMARINE:

As I see Lucas looking my way, being attacked from all sides, I smile at him, and stretch out my arm to him. My image is ephemeral in front of him... just enough to fuel him to gather his strength and fight back and complete the mission.

BIG LUCAS:

The jackal face flickers. For a second, I see a man underneath—then the monster is back. I blink hard. The Tsen's shadow arms flash human—real arms, with scars—before turning dark again. The crowd noise comes and goes like bad radio. My head is still heavy from the tea, but it's getting clearer. Something cold touches my shoulder. I feel Max there, close, his hand on my skin. Strength pours into me, hot and sharp. The fog lifts more. I can do this. I look up. The three figures are men now—fully men. No more horns, no more shadows. Just armed warriors standing in broken ruins.

ALEX CAVA:

Suddenly, I see a change come over Lucas. It’s as if he’s been struck by a massive electric shock. His back straightens, his muscles bulge into devastating weapons as he faces his enemy. Did he shout Max’s name? Can he see Max? Can he feel Max’s touch? For the first time, pure fear is visible on the men’s faces. Lucas charges forward while I rub my crotch. This is so exciting

BIG LUCAS:

The first one comes at me. He swings a blade. I step in, catch his wrist, and hit him hard in the throat with my other hand. He chokes, drops the blade. I grab his head and slam it down onto my rising knee. His nose breaks loud. He falls. I follow him down, get my hands around his neck, and squeeze. He kicks and scratches at me, but I don't let go. I push down until I feel something crack. He stops moving. His eyes go empty. I stand up, breathing hard. Two more to go.

ALEX CAVA:

I am getting now really uncomfortable here, not because of Lucas but because of my constantly stiffening cock between my legs. There's hardly space in my tight pants to keep it all closed in my briefs, but there's not much I can do except stroke it, which only makes the situation more complicated. For a moment I forget my cock when Lucas gets up onto his feet again and turns to look at the second man. Both of the remaining guys look at each other and make a loud shout as they rush towards Lucas. "Be careful..!", I shout from behind the cottage. "FUCK.. hope he didn't hear me"

MUSCLEMARINE:

I notice Lucas smiling as he waits for the two beast to attack him, after Alex screams that warning. My ghost rushes towards Alex and slides a hand over his mouth, trying to shut it, but my misty state doesn't allow it. I get closer to him, though, and lick his neck, right below his ear lobe. "We are almost together..." I try saying but my voice booms across the Arena and fades away almost instantly.

BIG LUCAS:

Who screamed ? I have no time to think. The second man rushes me from the left. I grab the blade from the floor and swing it up without thinking. The blade catches him in the stomach, sinks deep. I drag it sideways, feel the resistance of his insides tearing. Blood pours out, hot and thick. He screams and drops, holding his gut, trying to push it back in. I put my foot on his chest and pull the machete free. His blood is all over my hands.

The third one tries to run. I throw the blade. It spins end over end and hits him in the back of the neck. He falls forward, still alive, crawling. I walk over, pick up a broken stone from the ground, and bring it down on his head. Once. Twice. Brain and skull mash together. He stops moving.

ALEX CAVA:

I can smell Max, feel his presence, and even his touch—which makes my cock leak, leaving a wet mark on the crotch of my tight jeans. Luckily, no one can see me. Lucas is fighting valiantly, and despite his wounds, victory is beginning to look within reach. I can’t wait much longer. And then it happens. The third man falls down, dead. The fight is over, and I get Max's torso back, soon.

BIG LUCAS:

I stand there, breathing hard, covered in blood. My arms are shaking. Then I hear the sound of stone grinding against stone. I turn. The colorful statue near the altar—its chest is splitting open. Paint crumbles. The stone belly cracks wide, revealing something inside. Flesh. A torso. Muscled, Beautiful....Max... Soon he will be at my side.

ALEX CAVA:

I make sure Lucas gets what we came for. As soon as I see him carrying the torso of Max I rush away. All I need is Max´s heart. And I know how to get it. Lucas is a devoted tea drinker; he has routines that he follows. One of the most important is enjoying a cup of tea when he gets home. What Lucas doesn’t know is that I’ve tampered a little with his tea blend. Lucas sleeps peacefully for the next 24 hours while I retrieve Max’s heart. I’m so close!

ALEX CAVA:

Just after passing under the Ponte Rialto, my boatman steered the gondola into a narrow canal, along which I traveled for a few minutes until he pointed out a set of steps rising from the dirty, murky water to the front door. The door wasn’t locked. Strange. Was the guardian of the treasure waiting for me? It didn’t matter, because soon the guardian of the treasure would be dead unless he handed over what I was looking for: Max’s heart.

TIMATHEOS:

I stand at the threshold of the first floor, eyes locked on the dark water below. The door hangs open—unlocked, unguarded, inviting. Let him think it was a mistake. Let him believe luck has favored his pathetic quest.I felt it this morning before dawn broke over the lagoon. When I lifted the ancient lid, the thing pulsed against my palm. Max's heart, dead and preserved for years, suddenly warm, suddenly beating.

he prophecies didn't whisper—they screamed. Today is the day. The day the scattered pieces try to reunite. The day I fulfill the oath or die trying. I'm the last, you understand? The final son of the warrior-priests who bound Max's essence apart centuries ago. My brothers are dust. Their temples are ruins. Only I remain to stand between the world and what happens when an immortal's lover collects all the fragments

ALEX CAVA:

The inside is much better than I expected as I enter into the house. I can tell immediately it´s not just any house but some special place, a place that looks more a monastery than anything else. I don't have psychic powers or the gift of foresight, but I have my own gauge. It’s between my legs. My cock gauge shoots almost to its peak as I start climbing the stairs to the upper floor. Max is close by; I trust that. I can almost hear his heartbeat as I climb the stairs. A huge man stands in front of me with a sly smile on his face. “And you are?”

MUSCLEMARINE:

I follow Alex closely, floating behind him. Now more concrete, I reach out and try to grab his hand, brushing against his fingers. I need to make him know I am with him, watching him... At the same time, my ghost appears in Lucas' dream, sending him messages and signals that the end of the road is close. I brush my misty fingers at his side, caressing his neck, then his lats... Stimulating him, as my touch manifests more and I reach his naked crotch. I grab his cock and stroke it, but as he moves, my ghostly self dissipates.

TIMATHEOS:

I don’t move at first. I just watch you… measuring you. Then I step forward. ”You should have turned back. ”My voice is calm. Low. Certain. My hand closes tighter around the sword hidden beneath the folds of cloth at my side—the pulse is stronger now… reacting to you.“So… you are the one chasing what should never be whole again.”. My eyes lock onto yours.“You feel it, don’t you?”“That pull… that hunger…”One step closer. Now I stand between you and the room behind me.“That is him calling you.”“But you will not take another step.”“I am the last guardian.”“And you…” A faint, cold smile touches my lips.“You are already dead.”

ALEX CAVA:

I keep on smiling. No change on my face as I step closer to you and the sword in your hand. "Unsure men needs weapons", I almost whisper as I look at your eyes. "Yes, of course I feel him, and of course he is calling me, why shouldn´t he?", I start to smile confidentially as I snap a grab of the blade of your sword. "I am Alejandro de la Cava, but you can call me SIR", I smirk as I pull your hand holding the sword closer to me. Our eyes staring at each other as I keep on smiling and all of the sudden wrap my free arm around your neck and pull you just inches away from me and slam my forehead between your eyes. "What is is big man?", I laugh and bury your bleeding face between my pecs as I shove my knee into your bulge.

TIMATHEOS:

"You call that courage?" I laugh, spitting blood. My hand releases the blade. Let it fall. It clatters useless against the stone."I am the last Knight of the Broken Seal. You are just a thug in designer clothes."I taste the iron on my lip, stepping back just enough to let you think you have the advantage. Your forehead cut me good. I wipe the blood slow, deliberate, "If you want to settle this like beasts, so be it. God will judge the victor regardless of the weapon."

I move faster than something my size should allow. The Elixir of Aton burns cold in my veins, multiplying what strength remains in this aging body. My hand finds your crotch—squeezing hard, feeling you already half-hard even in combat, pathetic—and my other arm locks around your throat.You weigh nothing. Just a pretty man who has never met real power.

I throw us both backward, crashing through the leaded glass window onto the stone balcony beyond. Shards cut my back. I do not care. Before you can recover from the landing, my fist has your neck from behind, grinding your face against the rusted iron railing once, twice, three times—until your blood paints the flaking metal.Then I press your throat hard against that same railing, crushing your windpipe against the corroded iron, choking the air from your lungs."Less dangerous than the legends warned," I whisper against your battered ear. "And far less impressive."

ALEX CAVA:

"Fuck these iron bars always feel so uncomfortable, especially when my windpipe is crushed against them. Your warm breathing against my cheek tells me you must be very close to my body, close enough to use my strong elbows that I shove into your ribs several times, hard enough to snap a few lower ones until I feel your grip on my neck loosening. I am not going to give you time to relax when I hit the back of my skull into your face, hearing that cracking sound when your nose receives the impact.

I pull my face and throat out of the fence and turn around, seeing you wiping your face. "Big guy, with a big mouth but no brains," I mock, taking a step to the side and suddenly spinning around as I send a high roundhouse kick aiming for that soft spot between your gladiator's pecs.

TIMATHEOS:

The elbows hit my ribs—hard, sharp, professional. My grip loosens. Your head snaps back into my face. Crack. Blood pours from my nose. Then the kick—your heel slams my chest. I stumble back, gasping. But the Elixir works fast. Cold fire fixes my ribs before I stop moving. My hand shoots out and grabs your ankle. I pull hard. You fall toward me. I drive my shoulder into your gut. We smash into the iron railing together. Metal breaks. We fall. The canal hits us like cold stone. We sink, then rise apart. I come up first. You surface too. I look at you and spit dirty water. "Still alive? Good. I wanted to drown you myself."

ALEX CAVA:

With my mouth full of something weird that was floating in the water, I rise to the surface and watch you splashing around in the cold, dirty water. “Watch out, big guy—at this temperature, your little dick might shrivel up and disappear,” I chuckle and spit the slime from my mouth onto your face. Water spurts around us as we try to get a grip on each other, that final grip that would end the fight. I wrap my arm around your neck, while the other one is sliding between your legs, squeezing your balls with all my strength while I try to push your head under the surface.

TIMATHEOS:

Your arm locks my neck, cold water filling my mouth. I thrash, knees striking your ribs, but you hold on. My lungs burn, screaming for air. The Elixir burns too, but it cannot give me breath. It fixes bone and blood, not this desperate need for oxygen.My vision darkens at the edges. I claw at your arm, scratching deep. My chest convulses. One desperate hand searches the murky bottom and finds—iron rusted, broken from our fall. I grip it tight, drive it hard into your belly. The resistance is terrible—flesh, muscle, then give. You screams underwater, bubbles surging from your lips, your grip loosening. I shove again, harder, twisting, then push down on your shoulders with all my remaining strength.You sink. You drift down, down, into the green dark.

I kick upward. My hand breaks the surface, then my head, then my shoulders. I suck air—harsh, loud, beautiful. I cough black water, spit it onto the stone canal wall.The heart is safe. I am alive. I will climb back and guard what must remain hidden.My mission is done.

ALEX CAVA:

Suddenly the pain hits me hard, harder than for centuries. I scream under the dirty green water, filling my lungs with it as bloody bubbles of air are rising up to the surface from my mouth. I lose my grip on you as everything around me gets darker and darker until it's all black. The last thing I can see are your feet kicking the water as you start to approach the stairs and get away from the cold canal. My body sinks into the muddy bottom of the canal. A death in Venice wasn't one of my plans. I close my eyes, and the last thing I see is the face of Max, sad.... and then smiling.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I dive down into the water behind you and try to hug you with my ghostly arms, pulling myself closer, trying to give you some strength. "Kill him..." My voice resonate across the canal, making the water vibrate. As Tima drives the iron rod into you, I try to manifest some shield to stop it... but I am still not fully regenerated to do that... and I disappear like mist.

ALEX CAVA:

My eyes jump wide open as I realize I am still alive. Why wouldn't I? I am immortal and I heard Max. Using my legs like springs, I bounce off from the bottom of the water while tearing the piece of iron from my stomach. I quickly rise toward the surface, grabbing hold of your leg and pulling you back into the water. "There is something we need to still talk about," I mumble as I stab your own improvised weapon into your gut, pulling you down under the surface of the waterline. Our eyes meet when my other hand finds between your legs. I slide it into your loose pants and wrap my fingers tightly around your balls. Yanking violently down, twisting and stretching them, your cords and skin finally begin to tear. Your eyes, wide open, not believing what is just happening, are staring at me. One more yank and I have your balls in my tight hold, severed from your body. I open my hand and let your nuts rise to the surface as I take some distance from you, watching you drowning in front of me.

TIMATHEOS:

My hand finds the stone edge. I pull myself up, coughing, spitting. Safe. Suddenly a hand grabs my ankle. Hard. Pulling down. No. I look down. Your eyes stare back, wide and alive. You were dead. I killed you. But there you are, grinning with blood in your teeth. Then the iron enters my gut. The pain explodes. And between my legs... your grip. Tight. Twisting. I scream, bubbles bursting from my lips, as I feel the tear. I watch them float up, small and pale. Mine. Gone. Blood clouds the water. The Elixir cannot fix this. Not fast enough. The heart... I failed. He will find it. Everything goes black.This time... no waking up.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I follow Tima up, outside the water, watching him ... I sense your body hit the bottom of the canal. Diving towards you and seeing you close your eyes, I grab your head. "Listen to me... You can do this..." My hold is not stable and I don't always have a good grip on your face. I reach in with my vapor fingers, into your chest and graze two fingers at your heart. "I am still here... No matter what."

ALEX CAVA:

I drag my body out of the water, exhausted, gasping and coughing as I sit on the stone stairs, watching the bubbles rising on the surface from the bottom of the canal. Not far from the place, something is floating in the water: your two blood-covered balls! I watch how the stream slowly carries them to the Canal Grande and later to the sea. "There's no time for romantic moments right now; I have to keep going" I say to myself as I stand up and enter to the house where the last piece of Max should be: his heart.

The room at the end of the corridor must be the one where Tima was hiding the valuable piece. Looking around, I see red velvety curtains on the wall. I open them slowly and see what I was looking for: a silver box with some precious stones embedded on its surface. "MAX, I AM COMING."

BIG LUCAS:

I wake with a heavy head. My dreams were full of Max and one other man—familiar, like I've seen him before, but I don't know his name. My cock is hard, sticky with cum. Max took me in the dream, the ruby burning between us. While I slept, its blessing healed my wounds from Tibet.I need to see Max for real, not just visions.

I go to the iron safe. I take everything out: head, ears, nose, torso, legs, arms. Last, I lift his cock and balls from the glass vessel, handling them like jewels. As my fingers trace his muscular body, the ruby grows hot against my skin. Hard and soft, dead but perfect. I try to fit the pieces together, but nothing happens. The heart is still missing—I haven't found it yet.

The old book on warrior knights says the temple is in Venice, hidden in an old palace. I dress fast, ready to leave. The ruby pulses against my chest, pulling me there.But when I reach for the door, a massive shape blocks the way. A broad figure fills the frame, holding a precious chest of silver and precious stones. His eyes know me and i feel i already met him.

ALEX CAVA:

"Hey Lucas. Looking for me? Or perhaps something I brought with me. Now, be a good boy, sit down and give me that fucking stone." My voice is not asking; it's demanding as I grab the ruby hanging from your neck, wrapping my fingers around it. The red stone begins to flow, glowing in the dimly lit room.

MUSCLEMARINE:

I enter the room behind you and watch you confront the young muscular nerd - you both look massive and strong. As my spirit is almost fully manifested, I walk up to my body lying on the table... get on top of it and lay into it. I try to fuse into the flesh, but there is still something missing... the heart and the stone. I see you, Alex, holding out the heart in your hand, at Lucas, demanding the stone in return...

END OF CHAPTER 2

Published: 2026-04-24, viewed 71 times.