Changing His Reality

STORY EXCERPT

Jason got woken up by raised voices that didn’t belong in his house. Hell, no voice but his belonged there. He got up and rubbed his groggy eyes, suddenly remembering the previous night. Right, so he brought some strangers, one of whom was a tiger-man, to his house. Okay. But why were they now shouting? Jason started towards the noise, feeling the effects of abusing his power still. He woke up at six and called his job to say that he couldn’t come because of some stomach flu. His employer agreed to cover for him, and Jason went back to bed. He looked at his watch, seeing it was barely half nine. He hoped to sleep till eleven at least. He always needed lots of sleep after using his power. He guessed it was to be expected. There had to be some price for things he could do. Jason neared one of the guest bedrooms and heard the raised voice again.

“No, bad kitty! You can’t sit on Master’s bed. You’ll shed all over it, and then he’ll kick us both out. And where will that leave us, huh? Get off it now.”

Jason rounded the corner and was met by a real bizarre view. There was a familiar-looking tiger sprawled on the guest bed, and behind him the young man whose name Jason still didn’t get was trying to push the huge animal off the furniture. The man was pushing on the tiger’s back, the animal not fazed whatsoever. The young man’s legs were slipping on the thick carpet floor as he did his best to move the tiger. His jaw had a stubborn set to it, a frown on his forehead and determination clear in his eyes. The tiger, on the other hand, looked pleased with himself. If Jason didn’t know better, he’d think the animal was smirking as if enjoying the attention and back massage.

The tiger noticed him first and shifted from his side to back, adopting the pose of a playful kitten waving his paws in the air. The young man’s legs gave up on him as he lost the support on the tiger’s back and he landed on his knees, face-first in the mattress.

“Why, you…” he grumbled, struggling to his feet and pointing his forefinger at the tiger. “Just you wait, mister,” he said. “I’ll get you for that.” The tiger only snorted, and Jason could swear it winked at him. Winked! Just then, the young man saw him in the doorway and mumbled, “Busted.” Aloud he said, “Um, hello, Master, I didn’t see you there.” At the disgruntled look on the boy’s face, Jason felt some long-forgotten emotion bubbling inside him. It was warm and bubbly like a fizzy drink, and it filled him to the brink. Before he could understand what it was, he burst into laughter. The long-forgotten sound of it surprised him, but he couldn’t think of it as he couldn’t stop laughing. The tiger chuffed right along him, and Jason felt good, really good for first time in what seemed like ages. He peeked through the tears of laughter filling his eyes at the young man who seemed startled at his reaction. Jason laughed and laughed until he couldn’t any longer. Then he finally got back from where he was rolling on the floor. He didn’t even notice when he fell down. He wiped his eyes dry and spoke to his guests.

“Oh, that was great. I feel better already. Could you please come downstairs when you’re ready? I’ll make us some breakfast.” He turned to leave, but a weak and scared voice stopped him.

“Aren’t you mad, Master?” The boy wasn’t looking at him even as he asked the question. Jason turned back towards him and asked.

“What’s your name?”

“Toby.”

“Nice to officially meet you. I’m Jason Thorne. Why would I be mad at you, Toby?

“’Cause I woke you up, Master.” The boy wouldn’t look at him. “I didn’t mean to.” He hurried to add, “I just, we were talking, and then Tyler suddenly turned into tiger, and he was on a bed, and I didn’t want you to be mad at him if he shed all over the bedding, and so I tried to push him off, and I didn’t know I was being so loud.” The words left his mouth so fast that Jason struggled to understand. “I’m really sorry, Master. Don’t throw us out, please.” The last sentence was spoken in a soft broken tone that woke something within Jason, some other emotion he wasn’t sure he recognized.

“I’m not mad, Toby. It’s all right, and I won’t throw you out. And if Tyler sheds on furniture or scratches it, he will have to clean it all up, that’s all.”

“So you’re really not mad, Master?” Toby peeked at him, his head lowered.

“No, I’m not. And I told you, I’m not your master. Call me Jason, okay?

“Okay, Ma…Jason.” There was relief on Toby’s face as Jason exited the room. Going downstairs to the kitchen, he wondered what it was that made him feel all these emotions all of a sudden. It was four years since he had only the more basic feelings in him, and even those emerged extremely rarely. He had no idea what it was exactly that happened to him to make him this way. For some time, as he recovered from the all-consuming numbness after his twenty-fifth birthday, he researched some paranormal or supernatural stuff that could make him the way he was.

First he thought it to be some mental illness, maybe depression or something similar, but after he discovered what he could do, how he could change reality with a simple command…Well, enough to say he checked all over Internet on what could cause it. He wondered if he turned into some supernatural being, but there was nothing that indicated a being with these particular powers. He also checked alien abductions, but this didn’t fit either. So in the end, he resigned himself to never knowing.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

He kissed Toby with all the heat he could feel rising within him. Their tongues battled, teeth clashed, hands clenched in hair. Jason felt like humping the air when he felt Ty spreading his legs and lifting his knees. Then a wet, cool finger circled his opening. Jason instinctively flexed his abdominal muscles and clenched the ones being massaged. Tyler didn’t stop though. Instead Jason felt sudden heat enveloping the head of his dick as Ty sucked it into his mouth. Jason couldn’t help himself. He mewled into Toby’s mouth.

Toby lifted his head, his hair in wild disarray, eyes sparkling with desire. He moved his gaze down Jason’s body and licked his lips at the view that greeted him.

“Do you like it, Jay?” he asked in a low, sexy voice. “Do you like Tyler’s mouth on your dick? Does it make you hot?” the little minx asked, watching Tyler’s bobbing head intently.

Jason’s answer came as a moan when Tyler’s finger breached his opening. Ty’s head lifted, and he spoke, watching Jason from under his lowered eyelids.

“You’re so tight, babe. So fucking tight. I can imagine your hole swallowing my cock. You’ll surround me like a glove. So tight and hot,” he said, eliciting another groan from Jason. Then he went back to sucking Jason’s dick and spearing his hole with now two fingers. Jason couldn’t stop himself. He started thrashing on a bed, his head going from side to side, his hips thrusting, hands clenching the sheets.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so hot!” said Toby, and when Jason managed to open his eyes and glance at him, he realised the younger man was stroking his cock and fucking himself on his own fingers. “Shit, I want to ride your dick, Jay. I want to sit and bounce on it until I come,” he said. Then he pulled his fingers from his ass and grabbed for the lube. He squirted some on his palm and took Jason’s hand, untangling it from the sheet. He smeared the wet, cool substance on Jason’s fingers and said, “Help me get prepared while Ty is stretching you.” Jason whimpered when his fingers got swallowed by Toby’s asshole, but he was far too gone to care for sounds he was making. Between the hot wet suction on Tyler’s mouth on his dick, the stretching, full sensation on the man’s fingers in his ass and incredible heat of Toby’s hole surrounding his fingers, Jason was ready to blow.

“I think he's ready, sweetling,” said Tyler, lifting his head and pulling his fingers from Jason’s ass. Jason only whimpered at the loss.

“So am I,” said Toby in a breathless voice, pulling Jason’s fingers away from his hole. Jason whimpered again, and Tyler chuckled.

“I think we fried his brain, sweetling. Now the two of us need to take care of everything else.”

“And how do you want to do that?” Toby purred, walking on his knees to Ty and giving him a scorching-hot kiss.

“Mmm, why don’t you lie down with your legs spread wide so that Jay can fuck you while I take him from behind?” he asked, giving Toby a little push.

“Good idea,” Toby answered, crab-walking to the head of the bed. Tyler, at the same time, grabbed Jason and lifted him to a sitting position.

“Come on, handsome, you need to put a condom on.” Jason only stared at him with wild eyes, panting, and Tyler chuckled again. “Or maybe we’ll let Toby do it for you,” he said instead, throwing a small silver packet to the younger man. Toby did just that while Ty took care of his own erection.

They then proceeded to assume the previously agreed position with Tyler manoeuvring Jason’s body, which seemed so lost in passion that he couldn’t do it himself. Tyler then grabbed Jay’s dick and lined it with Toby’s winking starburst while doing the same with his own cock and Jay’s hole. When he finally pushed forwards in one long, slow move, he groaned at the feeling of his dick sinking into Jason’s heat. Jason and Toby gave matching groans, apparently enjoying all the sensations.

Tyler froze for several seconds, waiting for both men to get used to the feeling of being full. It didn’t take long, and Toby wiggled, eliciting another groan from Jason and a short “fuck!” from Ty, whose dick was being squeezed by Jason’s inner muscles.

“Move, damn you.”

 

Reality Check

STORY EXCERPT

When Jimmy decided to pull the whole spying stunt, he knew he’d need all the extra advantages he could get. After all, the man he was about to spy on was a private investigator, so he should be able to recognize when someone had broken into his apartment. That was why Jim decided to use his fey powers.

Fey were magical creatures and, as a race, had lots of different abilities. Unfortunately, the Jones brothers did not belong to the most powerful of their kind. They were pixies, which meant they were on the bottom of the totem pole. They were also very young for fey, so while older pixies could gather a considerable amount of power, Jiminy and his brother had barely any. Jim could, with some effort, make himself invisible. But he wasn’t very good at it. He had to stay as still as possible once he did, preferably in a dark corner, somewhere where light would not shimmer on his glamour and ruin it. Also, as their magic was directly connected to their wings, pixies, especially young ones, had to have their wings unrestrained while casting glamour.

That was why Jim found himself squashed into a tiny space in Dominic Sawyer’s bedroom, not wearing any shirt. And that was why said Dominic Sawyer was asking him about those wings. And that was the reason Jim was starting to panic. Because pixies’ wings were not only directly connected to their magic, they were also directly connected to other things, and when people got too close to a pixie’s wings, things could turn ugly and fast.

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“Um, yeah. Could you please not touch them?” Jimmy mumbled, the sound somehow smothered by the bedding he had his head plastered into.

“What the fuck, man? Why would you glue wings to your back? And how do you move them? And more importantly, what the hell are you doing in my apartment?”

Jim felt his wings flutter. They always did when he got nervous. And right now, he was more than nervous. He was on the verge of panic. Let him not touch my wings, he prayed silently. Please, please, don’t touch my wings. Aloud, he said, “It’s kind of a long story. Could we possibly have this conversation in a more comfortable position?” He didn’t have much hope the man would agree, but it was still worth a shot.

“Not gonna happen,” answered the man, confirming his suspicions. “Now, tell me, why did you break into my apartment, hide in my bedroom, and were spying on me?” His voice was deceptively calm but got more angered with the last sentences. “Who the hell are you, and what do you want? And what’s with these wings?”

He finished, and suddenly Jiminy felt all his fears confirmed. The man touched his wings. Jim couldn’t hold back a sigh, followed by a moan.

“Wow,” said Dominic as if to himself. “They’re soft. Like silk. And warm. Not cold and scaly or stiff like I thought they would be,” he continued, still caressing the edge of Jim’s wing between his thumb and forefinger. Then he started moving his hand along the top edge. “And it has this…” The man’s voice started wavering slightly and he started speaking in short, interrupted sentences. “This shimmer. It’s like a glitter, but not. It’s…What’s happening to me?” he asked suddenly. Jiminy could hardly answer him.

It was true that pixies’ wings were directly connected to their inner magic. But what was a less known fact was that their wings’ primary purpose was to attract possible mates. When stimulated by simply being stroked, the wings produced a substance that was commonly and incorrectly known as fairy dust. It indeed looked kind of like the fine, powdery dust covering butterflies’ wings but it was pearlier, shimmery, and had way more power.

The fairy dust, when in contact with a human or paranormal’s skin, entered through it into the bloodstream and worked as an aphrodisiac. It wasn’t that bad for a human. The only thing they got was a minor reaction to their libido. It was almost like getting a strong dose of pheromones but it didn’t have the druglike effect it had on paranormals.

For a paranormal, though, fairy dust could be extremely dangerous. Once the dust was produced and it got into a person’s bloodstream, it turned into a powerful drug. Sure, it had all those incredible effects, but as any drug, it was addictive. Being more powerful than any other known drug, it was also much more addictive. Some could get hooked from just one dose

The main idea was that the pixie attract as many prospective partners as possible, then try and dust them. If the person was incompatible, they used a small spell and rendered them useless as a mate. There was also the other side of the coin. If the pixie chose their mate, their one perfect life partner, they could mate with them properly, thus making them even stronger when they were regularly dusted, and by completing mating with the fey, they got immune to addiction as well.

Still, the whole thing was really tricky, and not many pixies these days chose to leave their plane of existence to come and mingle with other species, including humans. The whole mating dust wasn’t easy on the ones producing it, either. Like human bodies weren’t designed to be in a constant state of arousal twenty-four-seven, the fey ones weren’t designed to produce so much mating hormone Overproduce could be really hard on fey bodies. And if not counterbalanced by a mating itself—something to do with being mated and producing corresponding hormones—the fey could become very ill. Basically if their bodies got too used to producing large amount of dust then they experienced symptoms similar to those suffering from drug withdrawal. All in all, random people touching pixies’ wings wasn’t safe to any of the involved. It was one of the reasons why Jim was so worried about his brother.

Right now, though, he felt he should be more worried about himself. Although Dominic Sawyer was human and shouldn’t suffer from too many side effects, it was still a dangerous situation, and Jiminy, as hotheaded as he was, knew it perfectly well.

“D–do–don’t…touch my wings!” Jim finally managed to stutter, but it was obviously too late.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Your wings are beautiful, babe.” As if in a trance, Dominic outstretched his hand and touched the thin membranes. Jim shivered. It felt good. Better than good. It felt incredible, as if someone caressed his prostate, but different. He knew how it felt to have his prostate played with. He might have not mated anyone, but he’d had his fair share of one-night stands in the fey world.

Still, he had never allowed the full penetration. He left it for his intended mate. He also never let anyone to play with his wings. Dominic was, as a matter of fact, the first person since he’d matured to touch his wings. Before that, when he was still a child, only his parents and siblings ever touched them. But, as pixie’s wings only got their properties when the pixie went through their equivalent of puberty, Jim had never felt the sensations he experienced with Dom. He didn’t think it was the time to confess that fact, though, so he focused back on what was happening between him and the shifter.

Dominic became bolder now, playing with the sensitive flesh of Jim’s wings.

“I dreamed of touching them, babe. I wanted to see how you would react to me licking them.” Jim couldn’t contain his moan at that thought. “You like this idea, don’t you, babe?” Dominic asked. “Go on, lie down on your front, and let me play with your wings.” Jim could do nothing else but comply. He thought about it, too. He had never experienced what having his wings stimulated meant. It was supposed to be the most erotic experience ever. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like with masturbation. A pixie couldn’t actually do it to himself or herself. There had to be another person involved.

Dominic helped him to lie down and there was a moment when the other man simply watched Jim lying there, stretched out for him like an offering. Then Jiminy felt it, the first touch of Dominic’s hot, wet tongue on his wings. It was the most exquisite pleasure and torture at the same time. He could feel the dust gathering on the membranes of his wings and knew that Dominic had to have ingested it while licking them. Jim’s cock grew painfully hard and his asshole started clenching and unclenching, as if waiting to be filled. No other stimulation was needed. Jim was all ready to come.

And then he felt something embarrassing he had no idea how to explain. Dominic was so engrossed in exploring his wings that he must have not noticed it, but it was only a matter of time before it happened. Jim tensed, thinking about it, and Dom must have realized something was wrong.

“What is it, babe? What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop? I’m not sure if I can. The heat is already starting, but you could probably close yourself in the bathroom again…”

“No, it’s not it,” Jiminy interrupted his frantic speech. “But I think something is wrong with me.”

“What do you mean?” Dominic calmed down and asked in a curious tone.

“It’s embarrassing,” Jim answered, his words muffled as he hid his face in his hands, still lying face-down on the mattress.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about with me, babe. Just tell me what it is and I’ll try and help you. We can deal with whatever it is.” Dom’s voice grew a bit more concerned and Jim couldn’t keep him so uncertain.

“I’m…uh…something happened and I…” He couldn’t say it. He simply couldn’t.

“What is it? Jim, you’re worrying me.” Dominic become frantic and Jim couldn’t stand it.

“I’m wet down there,” he said, his voice once again muffled by his hands.

“What?” Dominic clearly didn’t hear him.

“Oh, for god’s sake!” Jim was so embarrassed, his cheeks were flaming hot. He turned back to Dominic and looked him straight in the eyes despite that. “My asshole, it’s wet, okay? I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I can feel it!” He turned back and hid his face back in the mattress. He couldn’t stand the embarrassment. Dominic was quiet for the moment and then he cleared his throat.

“Okay, let me have a look,” he said, and before Jim could protest he felt Dom’s strong hands pulling apart his ass cheeks and a cold breeze blew over his hole. There was a moment of silence and then Jim felt Dominic’s finger gliding over his pucker.

“Oh, shit,” Jim muttered as his hole clenched greedily. Dom’s finger lingered there a bit longer, encircling his starburst few more times. Jim could feel his cock pulsing with the need to come even as the same weird wetness could be felt around his hole again. Dominic took a sudden intake of breath and then Jim could feel the tip of his finger pressing against his hole, as if preparing to breach him.

Jim couldn’t help himself. He moaned and pushed against that invading digit. He wanted it in. He wanted to feel it pushing inside him, he wanted…His thoughts were interrupted by Dominic’s quiet, “Shit.” Jim tensed and was about to pull away, but then Dominic thrust his finger all the way in and all Jim could do was moan again.

“Fuck, babe, it looks like you’re lubricating yourself,” Dominic said in awe, even as he kept fucking Jim with his finger.

“Whaaat?” Jim managed to croak out, still trying to chase that teasing finger with his ass. It wasn’t enough. He needed more.

“You have to have some special glands, because your asshole is lubricating itself and opening for me.” He proved his words by adding another finger, and any other time, Jim knew it would be too soon. But not then. His asshole swallowed Dom’s fingers and clenched, begging for more. At the same time, Jim felt his cock pulsing as if it wanted to erupt. It didn’t, and Jim was surprised by his self-control.

“Dom, please!” he begged, not really knowing for what.