An Excerpt from “Aphrodisia, a collection of Erotic Shorts”
By: Adano Spade
A middle-aged, caramel-toned gentleman in a three-button peacoat and a nude kango hat stood outside the lush two-story apartment in Wicker Park. His hands were tucked into his pockets, though they provided little protection against the cold winter winds nipping like a lover against his exposed neck. He buzzed the apartment for the second time, growing impatient and colder by the second.
Had he been born into a different world or blessed with even a sliver of jha, perhaps he would have intuited the strange and dangerous nature of the deal that he would come to make that night. Perhaps, if things had just been a little different, he and his wife would have made it to see their tenth anniversary.
Inside the spacious brownstone, the sound of heavy silver chains being yanked to their full length and the repetitious clap of the convergence of flesh could be heard over a chorus of growling. Well, they could have been heard if the man waiting on the doorstep had been one of the usual magical creatures that frequented the location. Fortunately, Donald Calliwell was a mere human, just as oblivious as the rest of his kind.
“Calm yourself!” The deep, penetrating voice whispered into the ear of the bound boy in front of him.
His shaggy hair hung low over his downcast eyes, as if they were searching the cold basement floor for his dignity. Shane, the owner of the voice, thrust himself into the boy again. The boy, who had once had a name but was now nothing more than a warm body, stifled a painful grunt as his master’s teeth sunk into his neck.
“Say nothing,” he growled into his prisoner’s ear, emphasizing his command with a rough stroke that pierced the boy to his very core. His knees trembled and his world went black for a moment. When he regained his senses, chained and lying on the floor, he found that he had, once again, exploded, coating his thighs in his hot cum, without touching his cock at all.
“We have company. You know what happens if you try anything.”
The voice of his master echoed from the top of the stairs. The stairs that were only a few feet from where he stood chained, but may as well have been eons away . Not only because of the silver that was depriving him of the jha he would need to make it past the psychotic fuck. No, while that may have been what had kept him held at first, it wasn’t what was holding him back anymore.
The realization dawned on him, ironically, at the same time that the trap door was closed from above, plunging him into darkness. In the lightless abyss, where the thin barrier between the outer world and the inner workings of the mind is completely blacked out, the first thought to come to mind was his master’s cock. Every vein, ridge, and pubic hair visualized perfectly in his mind as if he was on his knees in front of him. He could feel himself hardening again at the thought.
He wasn’t sure he even wanted to leave anymore.
The doorbell rang three times in rapid succession. Shane could feel his eye twitch as he pulled his pants up while walking towards the door. He ran his hand through his silver hair and exhaled a deep breath, then laughed. “If he rings the doorbell one more time, I’m going to harvest him too.”
“No,”, his shade whispered. “He is requested.”
“Shut up! I know.”
Shane hated the obsidian outline that had once been a shadow but now was something more. He hated the way it constantly whispered in his ear of death and demise and the destruction that awaited him. He hated the way it criticized and watched his every move, never leaving, but most of all, he hated how much he needed it. He loved the power it brought.
And his shade loved, and needed, the submission that it induced inside of him. Shades were parasites, continuously consuming and sapping a small amount of the life force of its hosts, and in turn, imbuing them with unnatural amounts of power. For a human, they were one of the few ways to elevate their prison-like existence of mundaneness. And to Shane, anything was worth never going back to mere humanity.
He reached the doorknob just as the human was about to ring the doorbell again. He opened the door and stood in the doorway, shirtless, his hair still matted around his forehead with sweat.
“Donald, right? ’Sup, I’m Shane.”
Shane gave him a quick glance up and down before stepping aside and gesturing for him to come in. Donald complied, wiping the light snow from his boots and not taking note of the way Shane’s eyes seemed to cloud over with darkness as he watched his movements.
Shane’s eyes, now slightly hungrier, lingered on his dark and muscular neck. The veins, strong and full of pumping blood, fluttered with the beat of his heart. It conjured a thought from the deep, dark recesses of Shane’s mind–from the place where the Other resided. Butterflies.
“Just look at him,” his Shade whispered. “Wouldn’t he be so much more fun than the one we already have?”
“You mean you!” Shane whispered angrily. He hated what it used his body to do, but like the bound prisoners that it used as toys, he was powerless to stop it.
“Did you say something?” Donald asked.
“I asked if you wanted some tea or something?”
“I’d take some coffee if you have it, but honestly, anything hot would be welcome.”
Shane led Donald to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot as he took a seat. As the coffee brewed and Donald rubbed his hands together for warmth, Shane leaned against his pristine marble countertop and debated with himself on the fate of his houseguest.
By the time the coffee was ready, Shane’s decision had been made. And for one of the rare times since its arrival, he and his Shade were in complete agreement.
Shane brought the steaming cup of coffee to Donald and sat at the handcrafted wooden table directly across from him. He slid him the sugar and cream along with a stirring utensil and then smiled politely.
“Now then, let’s get down to business?”
Donald locked eyes with Shane in front of him, taking a hot swig of his coffee. His face was free of wrinkles and showed no signs of hardship–he couldn’t have been more than twenty. And yet, the look on the boy’s face was ancient and predatory reminiscent of an animal that was braced to attack. There was something very off about the boy and every good ounce of sense in him was telling him to run.
But, he needed a gift for Jade, his wife. And it needed something that would wow her.
They’d spent the last six months of their marriage dabbling in group sex, bondage, and different performance enhancing drugs. He’d loved it at first, but had quickly grown to realize that his wife had a much larger appetite for kink than his own.
After a hot, hotel rendezvous with a woman, Jade had become more interested in the swinging part of their marriage than the marriage part. He needed something that would keep her with him, and in the months that he’d been searching, this shirtless white kid seemed to be his best bet.
“I have the money.”
He pulled out a manilla envelope and placed it on the table, careful to keep his hand clutched around it. He didn’t think the boy was stupid enough to try something, but you could never be sure with white kids these days, he reasoned.
The sight of the envelope and the knowledge of the not-so-small sum it held brought forth two very conflicting thoughts within Shane. His logical mind realized that the envelope gave the older man value. There were now seven thousand reasons to keep him happy.
The other part of his mind, that spent its time slithering in the darkest recesses of his desires, saw the fragile fleshy hand clutching the envelope and realized just how worthless Donald actually was to him. The money was right there within his reach. He could snatch it, lock the man up, and still have time to return later and have some fun with him.
“Shut up,” Shane whispered to himself, garnering a quizzical look from the man across from him. He ignored it, fished through his pocket and clutched his hand around a sparkling bronze coin.
He placed it on the table and Donald found his eyes drawn to it like a child’s to a hanging mobile. The artificial light from the above bulb seemed to glitter and reflect obtusely in the coin’s face. Without thinking, he reached for it.
Donald barely registered the flicker of a dark shadow swimming quickly across the ceiling before he was diving from his chair and onto the floor. He struggled to his feet, knowing that his knees would hate him for the lifesaving maneuver in the morning, and tried to calm his racing heart. He couldn’t take his eyes off the protruding black handle of a knife, now deeply embedded into the seat he’d occupied only a second ago.
“Not so fast, Skippy.”
Shane reached out and yanked the blade back, smiling and gesturing for Donald to sit back down. Donald complied once again, gingerly, and with a careful eye trained on Shane, who was twirling the knife in his hands.
Shane watched the trepidation reflected in Donald’s expression with amusement.
“That’s not how this works. Money first, rules second, and then, you get the shiny.”
Donald stirred slightly in his seat, feeling angry and disrespected, but also wary.
“All you had to do was say that. How in the hell did you do that anyway?” He didn’t know what was going on, or what kind of drugs this kid was on, but it was clear that it could get ugly fast.
“Trust me, with this,” he held the coin in the light, “that’ll be the most boring thing you see all night. And if you actually listen and follow the rules I’m going to set out for you, you might even live to reminisce about them for a little while. But first, the money.”
Donald slid the envelope over and took another long sip of coffee as Shane gripped it. The scalding beverage did little to warm the cold, sinking feeling that he had building in his stomach. He couldn’t stop thinking about how dumb it had been to agree to meet with someone that he’d met in a virtually non-existent, encrypted web forum. If the only thing he ended up getting his wife for her birthday was a late-night visit from a squad car, it would be his own fault for being stupid.
With the money in his hand, Shane’s demeanor seemed to straighten up in front of Donald’s very eyes. His body tensed and locked up like an electric current had raced down his spine, spurring him completely alert. His eyes seemed to change color or grow duller–there was definitely something different about him, Donald was sure of it, though he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Listen up, human, I’ll only go over this once.”
The shade was now using Shane like a master ventriloquist. His mouth moved and his body obeyed, but the voice that spoke was full of malice and ancient power that Shane could only ever hope to wield a fraction of.
Human? Donald thought, his heart dropping at the thought of just how far off the reservoir he had actually gone.
“Tonight, with the help of this sigil–the shiny coin,” the shade explained with more than a hint of distaste, “–your world will be opened to things, people, and places that you have only dreamed of. It’s paramount to your safety that you follow the rules that go along with glimpsing our world.
“First, don’t ever lose contact with your sigil. It’s you and your wife’s ticket in and the key to your protection. She can have it or you can have it, but if neither of you have it, then your night will be coming to a rather abrupt end.” He smirked as if with fondness as he said it.
“Second, don’t be so human. No pictures, videos, messaging, chat, and all of the pointless posting that you all are prone to. We value privacy above all else and we haven’t kept this tradition alive by allowing loose lips to leave alive. Try it and we’ll know.
Then, there was a moment that seemed to stretch on forever between them. Shane, a dark smile on his face, licked his lips and tossed the coin through the air to Donald, who caught it reflexively.
It was weird. The coin was cold to the touch but it seemed to be exuding some kind of dull warmth. The heat began spreading from the palm of his hand to his fingers, up his arm, to his chest, and then began racing to the rest of his body. When it reached his eyes he felt a tingle, as if they would begin to water and he heard a low pop when the wave of heat reached his ears.
A second later, he heard the fading echoes of a whispering voice somewhere inside of his head.
The only word he could make out was later.
“Here’s how you get in….”
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