The Lost Son: Torsec

[lordwylder]

Cory Torsec had never been a handsome man. He was short, and skinny with glasses too big for his face, giving him a bit of a bug-like appearance.

But lately his dreams had been odd. He never thought himself gay, bi perhaps, but his dreams were filled exclusively of massively muscled men, wearing black suits molded to their bodies, like superheroes. But they were frightening in their size and power. He had to avoid them, had to stay away from them because they were dangerous. They could shatter steel with a single blow, defy gravity with a leap, though oddly they could not fly. In his dreams, they chased him, reaching for him, with hands that could undoubtedly crush him. They would trap him between hard biceps, squeezing him against chiseled chests, shoving his face, his mouth down onto the thick head of a blunt cock. They would demand he suck, and he would, tasting the sweetest most delicious cream he had ever tasted. You need this,? they would moan, their hands in his hair, muscular thighs around his neck. He would feel the blunt edge of another cock nestle in his butt, as another muscle man would force himself between his legs. ?This is your destiny,? he heard one say, just before thrusting forward into his ass. His ass would clench in frightening anticipation of the monster?

?and he would wake up, chest heaving, drenched in sweat, the smell of his own cum heavy in the air.

One morning, he was in the middle of bundling his sheets to drag to the Laundromat, once again when he was interrupted by the sound of sobbing.

He dropped them and hurried to the living room where he found his flatmate, curled up in a ball.

Cory sat down on the couch next to her, stroking her shoulder. ?Violet?? He took stock of the half eaten bars of chocolate, the empty wine bottles surrounding her. ?Have you been here all night? Are you ok?? Violet Dean was his apartment mate, a geek girl who was just as into games, and probably just as smart as he was. She was a slender little thing with glasses as nearly as big as his, but he always had a thing for girls with glasses. He had a little crush on her, but one he had never acted on. What if she didn?t reciprocate? What if he frightened her off? He couldn?t bear the thought and so settled for being the best friend.

She turned to him, flinging her arms around him. ?I?ve been dumped,? she said with heaving cries.

His arms came around her, stroking her back, wanting to touch her elsewhere, daring not to. ?There there.?

?No one is ever going to love me,? she sobbed. ?All men want are busty empty-headed bimbos.?

?No,? he said, probably for the 16th time. He had watched her fall in love and then fall out of love several times. ?I?m not like that,? he said quietly, not expecting her to hear.

?No,? she said, clinging to him, wiping away her tears. ?Maybe I should date you.?

An odd momentary bit of bravery welled up in him. ?Maybe you should.?

She looked up at him, her green eyes wide.

The realization in her eyes frightened him.

He abruptly sat up, pushing her away. ?Oops. Gotta go. I have?laundry, then I have to go to work.?

Cory cursed himself as the elevator sank to the ground floor. ?You are such a stupid idiot!? he said, smacking his head against the wall.

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Before he left work that morning he got an email from Violet.

Cory,

Thanks for helping me out this morning. Sorry I was such a mess. I?m going to my friends? in Philadelphia for a few days. Be back soon. Don?t do anything I wouldn?t.

Love,
Violet.

She signed all her emails with love. If only that really was love. For the two-hundredth time, Cory cursed himself for his stupidity. What had he been thinking? He was 27, had kissed a girl twice, once when he was 8 and once when he was 22. He had never even had physical sex.

Goddamn it. How could he even think of being with Violet when he had never been with anyone else? Despite her geekery, she had had scores of lovers, ok maybe 2 or 3, but that was still more than he ever had. He was not going to be a virgin all his life. He was going to find someone to fuck.

He jumped online, onto geeklist and began browsing the listings as he usually did and came across a strange one, one with a strange symbol, with an animated mandala that just kept spinning. Below it, the mandala said:

--
Are you meant to be more than what you are?

If you are ready to grasp what you have not even realized you?ve desired, then we are here.

This is your destiny
--

He couldn?t say why, but the posting drew him. He emailed the address at the bottom, explaining that he needed a quick fuck with someone experienced, and within minutes, he was rewarded with an address.

He got into his car, a sensible green Honda Civic, and began driving towards the west side of the city. He followed the directions that he had printed out from giggle maps to a quiet tree-lined street. The brownstones all looked new, the gardens in front, perfectly manicured, and each had the exact same black lamppost, the very epitome of a gentrified neighborhood.

And yet, all of the windows were dark, and there was no one on the street.

He pulled into the only parking spot left, just behind a fire hydrant space, and got out of his car. There\x20\x77\x61\x73\x20\x6E\x6F\x20\x73\x6F\x75\x6E\x64\x20\x61\x72\x6F\x75\x6E\x64\x2C\x20\x6E\x6F\x74\x20\x65\x76\x65\x6E\x20\x74\x68\x61\x74\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x62\x69\x72\x64\x73\x20\x6F\x72\x20\x70\x61\x73\x73\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x63\x61\x72\x73\x2E\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x48\x65\x20\x68\x65\x61\x64\x65\x64\x20\x74\x6F\x77\x61\x72\x64\x73\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x61\x64\x64\x72\x65\x73\x73\x20\x64\x6F\x77\x6E\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x62\x6C\x6F\x63\x6B\x2E\x20\x48\x65\x20\x6A\x75\x73\x74\x20\x61\x72\x72\x69\x76\x65\x64\x20\x61\x74\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x61\x64\x64\x72\x65\x73\x73\x20\x6F\x6E\x6C\x79\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x73\x65\x65\x20\x74\x77\x6F\x20\x6D\x61\x73\x73\x69\x76\x65\x20\x6D\x65\x6E\x20\x73\x65\x65\x6D\x69\x6E\x67\x6C\x79\x20\x61\x70\x70\x65\x61\x72\x20\x69\x6E\x20\x66\x72\x6F\x6E\x74\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x68\x69\x6D\x20\x6F\x75\x74\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x6E\x6F\x77\x68\x65\x72\x65\x2E\x20\x54\x68\x65\x79\x20\x77\x6F\x72\x65\x20\x64\x61\x72\x6B\x20\x73\x75\x6E\x67\x6C\x61\x73\x73\x65\x73\x2C\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x6C\x6F\x6E\x67\x20\x62\x6C\x61\x63\x6B\x20\x6C\x65\x61\x74\x68\x65\x72\x20\x74\x72\x65\x6E\x63\x68\x63\x6F\x61\x74\x73\x20\x61\x73\x20\x69\x66\x20\x74\x68\x65\x79\x20\x77\x65\x72\x65\x20\x63\x68\x61\x72\x61\x63\x74\x65\x72\x73\x20\x69\x6E\x20\x61\x20\x4B\x65\x61\x6E\x75\x20\x52\x65\x65\x76\x65\x73\x20\x6D\x6F\x76\x69\x65\x2E\x20\x54\x68\x65\x20\x73\x69\x7A\x65\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x6F\x6E\x65\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x74\x68\x65\x6D\x20\x74\x6F\x6F\x6B\x20\x75\x70\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x65\x6E\x74\x69\x72\x65\x20\x73\x69\x64\x65\x77\x61\x6C\x6B\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x74\x68\x65\x79\x20\x6D\x61\x72\x63\x68\x65\x64\x20\x69\x6E\x65\x78\x6F\x72\x61\x62\x6C\x79\x20\x74\x6F\x77\x61\x72\x64\x20\x68\x69\x6D\x2E\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x43\x6F\x72\x79\x20\x77\x61\x73\x20\x61\x20\x66\x75\x63\x6B\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x63\x6F\x77\x61\x72\x64\x2E\x20\x48\x65\x20\x74\x75\x72\x6E\x65\x64\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x62\x65\x67\x61\x6E\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x77\x61\x6C\x6B\x20\x71\x75\x69\x63\x6B\x6C\x79\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x77\x61\x79\x20\x68\x65\x20\x68\x61\x64\x20\x63\x6F\x6D\x65\x2E\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x4F\x6E\x6C\x79\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x66\x65\x65\x6C\x20\x61\x20\x72\x75\x73\x68\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x61\x20\x62\x72\x65\x65\x7A\x65\x2C\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x6F\x6E\x65\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x6D\x65\x6E\x20\x68\x65\x20\x72\x61\x6E\x20\x66\x72\x6F\x6D\x2C\x20\x73\x74\x61\x6E\x64\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x69\x6E\x20\x66\x72\x6F\x6E\x74\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x68\x69\x6D\x2E\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x54\x68\x65\x20\x6D\x61\x6E\x20\x74\x6F\x6F\x6B\x20\x6F\x66\x66\x20\x68\x69\x73\x20\x73\x75\x6E\x67\x6C\x61\x73\x73\x65\x73\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x67\x61\x7A\x65\x64\x20\x61\x74\x20\x43\x6F\x72\x79\x20\x77\x69\x74\x68\x20\x68\x61\x64\x20\x64\x61\x72\x6B\x20\x75\x6E\x65\x6E\x64\x69\x6E\x67\x6C\x79\x20\x62\x72\x6F\x77\x6E\x20\x65\x79\x65\x73\x2E\x20\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\xC2\x93\x49\x20\x6B\x6E\x6F\x77\x20\x79\x6F\x75\x20\x61\x72\x65\x20\x63\x6F\x6E\x66\x75\x73\x65\x64\x2C\xC2\x94\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x6D\x61\x6E\x20\x73\x61\x69\x64\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x43\x6F\x72\x79\x2E\x20\xC2\x93\x42\x75\x74\x20\x79\x6F\x75\x20\x6D\x75\x73\x74\x20\x63\x6F\x6D\x65\x20\x77\x69\x74\x68\x20\x6D\x65\x2E\x20\x57\x65\x20\x68\x61\x76\x65\x6E\xC2\x92\x74\x20\x6D\x75\x63\x68\x20\x74\x69\x6D\x65\x2E\xC2\x94\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x43\x6F\x72\x79\x20\x73\x68\x72\x61\x6E\x6B\x20\x61\x77\x61\x79\x2C\x20\x6F\x6E\x6C\x79\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x62\x61\x63\x6B\x20\x69\x6E\x74\x6F\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x77\x61\x6C\x6C\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x6D\x75\x73\x63\x6C\x65\x20\x74\x68\x61\x74\x20\x77\x61\x73\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x6F\x74\x68\x65\x72\x20\x6D\x61\x6E\x2E\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0D\x54\x68\x65\x20\x6D\x61\x6E\x20\x77\x61\x76\x65\x64\x20\x68\x69\x73\x20\x68\x61\x6E\x64\x2E\x20\x41\x20\x77\x61\x76\x65\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x73\x6C\x65\x65\x70\x69\x6E\x65\x73\x73\x20\x73\x65\x74\x74\x6C\x65\x64\x20\x69\x6E\x74\x6F\x20\x43\x6F\x72\x79\x20\x6C\x69\x6B\x65\x20\x68\x65\x2