: Jax :

I open my eyes and am immediately bombarded by a riot of colors and images, flashing one after the next.

A glade of towering trees encircles a stone monolith covered in vines and runes. A fey child lounges at the base of it. Idly growing and twisting flowers into various forms of jewelry.

A dead city made from mud and adobe stands on the edge of a desert. A fell wind constantly blowing. Figures stand ready. Maintaining an eternal watch.

A cave that descends into darkness. Hundreds of stone soldiers stand in formation, still but not without life. Awaiting orders.

A castle of shimmering glass stands resolute and lonely on a lone peak. A golem of black metal stands atop the tallest tower watching the sky. Counting the days.

Hundreds of bison/elk like creatures trudge through ice and snow. A giant black one leads the herd. Searching for forage.

a pyramid made of coral rests in the hidden niche of an islands bay. A slab of obsidian sits in the heart of the pyramid. A mask with glowing eyes rests upon it.

A Japanese style classroom is in session. A girl in the back gazes out of the window onto a twisted red landscape. Her periwinkle blue uniform hugs her body as she sighs.

A shepherd lays on a hill with his flock of goats the size of horses, watching the stars as they dance and twirl above. Twisting glowing traces of light into fantastical figures.

A redheaded beauty mans a forge with sweat on her brow and a weary flick of her bushy tail. She is crafting a spear head, a spear head made of silver-blue metal.

two huts stand side by side facing inwards to each other. A pair of old ladies work together to weave a beautiful tapestry. Gossiping together, they fall silent and gaze in my direction.

A giant stands at a cliff scrutinizing the sea. His three eyes searching the roiling surf. With a start he notices me and blinks all eyes at once.

Sitting upon her throne of webs, a dark and beautiful woman smiles, looking me directly in the eyes.

“Hello little traveler.” Voice husky as sin, it immediately snares my attention and will not let go.

“Hmmm, I like what I see. I hope you will have time for me little one.” A smile that reveals fangs glistening, together with her perfect pouty black lips. I know in that instant that I would do most anything to kiss and be kissed by them.

She smirks a bit. “Naughty naughty boy. I don’t dislike that but do keep most of your perversions to yourself please.” Her laugh is like shattered glass tinkling on the ground. I ache to make her mine.

“Oh,” her eyes widen and her pupils dilate, “Such a naughty boy.”

She squirms a bit on her throne. Allowing me to notice her erect nipples through the gossamer webbing she uses for clothes. She bites her lip. I don’t know how or why. but I need to kiss her. I will myself to kiss her with everything I am. With a gasp I feel her lips and then taste her cherry tinted breath as we kiss. It is not gentle, but filled with passion, she responds by opening her mouth and giving as good as she gets.

“Naughty boy.” She whispers after I come up for air a minute later. I feel her hand on my chest. “Sleep, you really are too much for our first meeting.”

I start to drift away but my gaze rakes across her body and I can see her shiver because of it. I look into her eyes and see the lust barely concealed in them. I make sure that they are the last I see before I fade into oblivion.

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Slowly I start to come back from oblivion.

I Immediately wish I had stayed there.

The first thing I notice. No. the ONLY thing I notice, is that my entire body seems to have been dunked in acid, lit on fire and then paddled with cricket bats by a team of angry roid midgets. Did I owe them tree fiddy?

Ow. It hurts to laugh.

I crack my eyes open and notice a few things,

I am in a bed. I am in a room I have never seen before. I am not wearing anything and seem to have been cleaned up. I have a raging hard on that is actually really painful.

I whimper a bit as an errant breeze blows across my skin setting it on fire. Trying to breath shallowly and think I slowly start to recall what happened. The last clear memory is of me leaving Guardian Games. After that it is a bit blurry.

I kind of remember a cat.

A black dude.

And a . . . . .

The memories hit me like a football to the back of the head.

Was that all a dream? I want to say yes but I am currently laying in a bed that I have no idea how I got into, in a room that I have no knowledge of entering. Where I am. Nor where my clothes are. . . .

Dreading it, I decide to try to sit up.

And I immediately almost black out from the pain.

Come on man. Mind over matter! One more try!

Oh. Fuck. This sucks!

I manage to lift the sheets away from my body. Exposing the rest of my skin to that fucking breeze!

Ow. I swear there has to be sand in that breeze. It just keeps scraping my raw skin.

This hurts. And the hard on is seriously not helping.

After what feels like an eternity of torment I am able to sit up with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I’m huffing and puffing and I seriously start thinking of just passing out again and trying later.

But I need to pee.

I start to shift myself forward and learn of an all new hell. My balls scraping the sheets as I scoot forward.

The worst part is that the slight masochist in me likes it. The rest of me pimp-slaps that bitch.

With utmost care I slowly set my feet down onto the stone floor. It looks to be a cream-colored marble. My toes touch down first. I almost wish they hadn’t. the raw nerves and pain makes them feel like they are on fire. The cold stone helps but god damn does it hurt.

After breathing a bit more I gather the energy to try to stand. I relearn an old truth. Gravity is a bitch. With a grunt and cry I tumble forward onto my hands and knees.

I want to just lay down but I feel that if I do I won’t be able to get up for a very long time. With a grunt I get up onto one knee and brace myself for the task ahead. Clenching my teeth so hard I can feel them grind, I use the bed to stand up.

Success!

I feel so drained just from that little victory but I need to PEE!

I look around the room and see only one door. Now that I look it is a decent room. Cream marble floors meet a speckled granite for the walls and return to cream marble for the ceiling. The only furniture in the room is the bed along with an armour and an open walk-in closet lined with shelves all made from a dark mahogany like wood.

The bed only has a few basic white sheets on it and a maroon blanket. Though they felt like they were made of a very rough material based on how I currently feel I would not be surprised if they were comparable to some of the best Egyptian cotton.

I haltingly walk to the door. Every step a new lesson in pain and fortitude.

After about 30 halting steps that I know I can cross in ten if I was feeling normal. I reach the door. I grasp the handle and turn it, opening the door to a round room similar to the one I first crossed out of the chamber I was summoned in. Only this time I seem to be coming from the leftmost room instead of the middle one. I take a few steps and then realize I have no idea where anything is. Looking to my right I haltingly hug the wall and make my way to the closest door. Trying the handle, I find it locked. Continuing on I try to open the next door.

It opens up into a library/workshop as near as I can tell. Definitely not the restroom. Continuing on I start to head down the hall. By the time I reach the next little vestibule I am shaking with fatigue. Here a small 10x10 square room has five doors. Three like the ones I saw before. Again blue, green and purple. However two other doors are to either side. Slowly I make my way to the first one. Trying the handle I find another room that opens up into a study.

Turning around I walk to the last door. Trying the handle I open the door.

Sweet merciful jeebus! A halfway modern bathroom greets me. I slowly walk over to the toilet and bend my still far too erect cock down so that I can take a piss.

God damn it hurts. But it also feels so very good to finally go pee. My inner masochist rears his head again. This time I let him have his moment.

After about ten minutes of straight pissing. I finally start to feel an end to the stream. Still stiff as a board though. With a sigh I finish and try to shake my stiffy of any lingering urine. Taking a moment, I walk over to the washbasin and try the valve. Warm water starts to pour from the spigot. Hesitantly I start to wash my hands finding that the warm water is actually helping with the pain.

With that revelation my next step seems obvious. Time to take a bath. After finishing with the sink and shaking the excess water off my hands, I walk over with a bit more pep in my step and find the tub big enough that I could get into it with little problem and even a bit of room to spare. Slowly I settle in and then turn the valve. Warm soothing water starts to gush out and soon I am up to my chin in delightfully warm water. Turning off the valve I just lay back and let myself float a bit in the heaven-sent water.