A Wizard's Succession 6

In the Philippine Isles, every TV network blazed with the latest shocker that nobody had imagined. Newspapers had circulated faster than a fly could sit around a dog’s dump and relax under the cool summer breeze. Radios blared with the same sensation that kept everyone on their toes:

“Suburban home in Makati ablaze -- three casualties!”

“Survivor miraculously escaped in the Makati Inferno!”

But it was more than that.

Philippine Forensics has, at their best efforts, found something rather disturbing from the scene. The corpses show more than what they should be hiding. Aside from the fire, they also died in a far more sinister manner. Before the fire burned them to a crisp, the team found ENORMOUS amounts of venom from their bloodstream, suggesting that they died from the poison rather from the fire. But as how did they ingest these, they have no clue. The shambles also displayed the same proof. In a regular fire, usually the roof collapses, the rest are intact. But from the suburban fire, the iron structures from the walls have melted right on the spot, as if the fire was hot enough.

But it wasn’t.

The firefighting team noted that even though the fire was intense, it wasn’t enough to melt the iron bars within the walls and make it crumble inside out. They were puzzled over the case, and was left unsolved.

The source of the fire was a tank of LPG and candle fire.

The survivor was Marco Salvador.

He doesn’t look like an arsonist. He hasn’t killed anyone in his entire life, nor laid a finger on a hapless fly. He is as meek as a lamb, or views the world through the eyes of an innocent child. Marco is a widower, and has three energetic children. He is a Math professor at a prestigious university, and he prefers integral and differential calculus more than a dose of ecstasy. Math is his drug.

Although wit is his forte, he never lets his physique get the better of him. He faithfully goes to the gym in the university at exactly 6 AM, and then locks the shower room just for himself. But unknown to him, there was a hunter on the prowl, and he was the prey.

Hidden from Marco’s field of view, waterproof cameras were installed in the shower heads, and there were tiny holes for the other cameras to get a clear view without arousing suspicion. Every six in the morning, the hunter wanks himself silly as he watched Marco take a generous bath after four hours of exercise. Why wouldn’t he jerk himself off if his prey wasn’t a total treat? He still has time before his class.

Marco has a bone structure fit for a rugby player. All of his siblings engage in rough sport activities. His two elder brothers engage in martial arts. Even his younger sister engages in triathlon events. But for Marco, his wits are something he values more than brawn, but as his family pressured him to engage, he finally consented. He joined for the high school varsity team, and was elected the captain. And he was glad he listened to them. To this day, he faithfully goes to the gym to improve his body, which had garnered looks from the female crowd.

As Marco took a bath, cameras began to zoom in and out just to get a better profile of his handsome body. The camera focused on his face, which earned a whistle from the hidden admirer. His handsome face was rotund, but it suited him well. He has a fair complexion, thanks to his Irish and Portuguese roots despite his asian features. He has a rugged appearance, as though he was stressed out from the daily humdrum of life. With eyes of the deepest brown, his eyes can pierce through your soul if eye contact was achieved, which sent waves of pleasure down to our unknown admirer’s groins. Marco was smiling as the cold water hits him all over, his short black hair glistening. As he soaped himself, the hunter zoomed to his body for an even greater detail.

Marco’s perfectly buffed body somehow diminished when his body began to deposit ample amounts of fat, but the female crowd doesn’t seem to mind, nor does the hunter. Barrel chests, broad shoulders, arms that could crush skulls if he was strong enough, and fearsome midsection. He was also hairy, but not as much as a grizzly bear would. He turned to his back, and lo, they are as meaty as his chest. He accidentally dropped the soap, and the hunter zoomed in the camera in his anticipation. Marco sported a nice bubble butt that was as scrumptious as a sirloin steak cooked for your specifications. As he stood up, the admirer adjusted the view and aimed for Marco’s legs. His legs are as powerful – looking as his arms do. They weren’t as generously coated with hair as he expected, but they were still hairy nevertheless, especially along his thighs. But the thing that caught the hunter’s attention was Marco’s cock.

Marco isn’t bragging about his meat, for he accepted that his race will forever be the ‘Average Joe’ in the race of enlargement. But his meat was above the cut from the others. He owns a seven inch cut penis that would make horny gays chase him over the wall. In its full glory, it is as fat as a beer can. As he recalled as he showered, he made Sylvia cry from pain because of it.

And that got him hard, and so does the hunter.

Unknown to Marco, this routine goes like this every day the moment he stepped on the university’s campus grounds as a new teacher.

And he woke up.

***

Marco was lying on a bed in a hospital. He had fallen asleep, while visitors poured in his quarters. Most of the visitors were female students. He couldn’t speak because he felt his body slackened and fall in a state of paralysis. He could also hear the reporters yammering about the catastrophe.

Fuck, he thought. If they only knew…

He actually started the fire, by accident.

Or so he thought.

All he could remember was the lad’s face. He was still shaking from fear and shame that he would be disgraced from a student. HIS OWN STUDENT.

***

It was the start of a new semester. Students flocked from different directions, mostly freshmen who seem to get lost trying to find their way to class. It was a noisy day. The narra trees swayed with the gentle breeze, its leaves were as relaxing as any chamomile tea just by looking at it. The shades they formed cascaded in generous areas along the cemented quadrangle, providing shelter to the scorching heat of the noonday sun. The sky was blue, the birds were singing of the promises of the good ol’ days. As he waded among the crowd, Marco knew he was late for the Orientation. Nevertheless he needed to create the impression that he was compelled to be the ‘strict-teacher’ archetype: always on time, an aura of respect and a few slight gushes of terror. Marco nervously looked at his journal to check if he went to the right room.

He was.

He sighed in a big relief when he found out that he was early.

Way too early.

The classroom was empty. Steel armchairs were interlinked along their legs, forming long rows of chairs in groups of fours, all painted orange. He was highly exuberant, hoping he would get a fairly high number of students. As the school bell rang, every student rushed forth in an orderly manner, but nonetheless noisy and rowdy. Girls squealing in delight as they began to whisper about the latest craze in music and entertainment, guys shouting nonsense and dares like ‘C’mon! Let’s play DotA!’, ‘DotA! 5 on 5!’, ‘Place your bets, people!’ and other stuff.

Marco waited patiently, staring intently at the room’s entrance. As he was gazing absentmindedly at the rushing students, many of them stopped by and looked at his handsome face. Some students even waved at him, to his pleasant surprise. He waved back to a group of girls, who giggled when they saw him smile. As time wore on, he anxiously waited; his mind began to reel on nightmarish what-ifs.

What if he was rescheduled? What if he went inside the wrong classroom? He rattled on and on about the various what-ifs, from the mundane to those that are just plain ridiculous. And then, his stomach growled. He has forgotten about breakfast, but he paid no mind. After all, he pushed his metabolism to take only two heavy meals a day. His one meal would be enough to feed five to six persons who eat exactly three times daily. His strict regimen was rough, but it paid off. When the alarm rang marking the students’ inevitable return to the usual stupor, he steadied himself.

Four hours of nonstop lecture in one section, then two one-hour-and-a-half lectures on the rest, then home. He was prepared. They’re just fourth year high school students, he reminded himself. When the students began to fill in the room, Marco was having a cold sweat. He didn’t expect that his class would be NUMEROUS.

He fumbled for the seat plan and counted heads. I’m doomed, he thought in desperation. How am I going to teach 65 students?!

By all personal accounts, he has a soft, husky voice. He would have almost had a melodic voice: deep, hoarse, authoritative. But he speaks so softly, when he shouts at the top of his lungs, any student would perceive it as a normal speaking tone suffering from a sore throat. He cleared his throat, grabbed some chalk, and began to write on the board. He wrote his name, and he was damn proud of his handwriting. The students began to fix their attention to him. As he wrote his full name, he said, ‘Before we begin, I advise you to minimize your noise for –’

Every student’s face was scrutinizing every word he said. He sighed, knowing that his voice will never be enough. All of a sudden, one raised a hand. He gestured for the student to stand.

‘Umm, sir Salvador …’ the student asked shyly, ‘would you mind me helping you here?’

The volunteer’s classmates jeered at him, calling him “pakitang-gilas” (showoff) and other things. He was blushing. Marco saw the truth in his words, and motioned him to come forward. This student has a body fit for an athlete. He has a slim build, but laden with powerful muscles coupled with sinewy tendons and cable like veins. He has a slight tan, with sparkling brown eyes, perfectly arranged teeth fit for a toothpaste commercial. He was also imposing, at 5 feet 9 inches, while Marco is just at 5 feet 4. As the student neared, he asked, ‘What is your name?’

The student said, ‘Sir, my name is Geoffrey de Mesa.’

***

Marco drifted again in a sleepless dream. This time, he was haunted by the faces he saw at the inferno. Geoff’s eyes twisted in agonizing horror. His three boys lying lifeless on the ground, eyes rolled upwards and their mouths spewing blood.

The horror of it all, seeing their faces with blood seeping out of their heads. Mouths gaping, ears bleeding, eyes crying blood, and the bloodshot noses.

No.

That was just a nightmare! A fucking nightmare!

He again went back to sleep, this time he dreamt something.

That day was a few months before the final quarter.

Before the fire.

***

Marco was assigned by the university president to teach sex education to the fourth year students. And he was pretty comfortable to know that Geoff would be his assistant. The talk was scheduled in the afternoon, with parents -- and guardians alike -- swarming the campus’ gymnasium like a swarm of ants looting over fresh road kill. The talk was long but very rewarding. Everyone left -- only Marco and Geoff stayed to help the janitors clean up.

‘Sir Salvador, may I ask you something?’ Geoff asked. His beating heart couldn’t keep still. After all, his request might be rejected. Marco smiled warmly and said, ‘Sure! What is it?’

‘Do you work out? Because you look like one.’

‘Yes, I do. In fact, I faithfully go to the gym, if I have the time. Frankly, I, uh … I really didn’t intend on continuing it. But it caught up on me like Differentiation did with me!’ Marco replied shyly, his smile made Geoff’s meat spring up. ‘I just gave up on my belly,’ he continued.

Geoff’s geeky side suddenly sprang up, ‘Do you know that daily exercise converts testosterone into other usable hormones designed to improve the male physiology, say for example, increasing the growth rate of auxiliary hair all over the body?’

Marco was stupefied. He knew Geoff was smart, but he never knew that he would rattle up THAT information. He coughed a bit and said, ‘Wow. How do you know such trivia?’

This is it, Geoff thought. All or nothing.

‘You see sir, I’m doing a private research. Would you be so kind to help me out?’

‘Of course I will. What – ’

‘Sir, not here. It’s rather embarrassing,’ Geoff blushed, ‘We’ll talk about it at the classroom. And, if you’re wondering, my dad will pick me up as soon as I call him. So don’t you worry!’

As they finished the task, they chatted all the way to the classroom. Marco turned on the air conditioning unit, as the room as sweltering hot. Geoff looked at him, groped at his hot teacher. Marco was wearing white long sleeved polo shirt adorned with a gray necktie and green sweater vest, and dark gray pants with matching black leather loafers and white socks. With his clothes fitting on him like a second skin, and with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he really is an eye candy. Geoff wondered if he would taste as good as he looked. As Marco stood up from his chair, Geoff suddenly spoke up.

‘Sir, back at our first day at school, why did you write “Welcome Students”?’

‘I thought it would be nice to welcome all of you. After all, it didn’t hurt, right?’ he smiled.

Geoff grinned, ‘But, with a smiley after writing your name? By the way, your penmanship was good!’

‘I drew that so that you won’t look sullen. I want all of you to have smiles on your faces!’ And he laughed.

‘So, how long have you been working?’ Geoff asked. Marco was surprised. ‘Wait, is this a job interview?’

‘It’s part of the experiment sir. We must, you know, get to know each other.’

Marco was feeling tense, yet relaxed. So he eased up a bit and said, ‘This is my first time teaching in a formal school. Most of my years I was a tutor.’ Geoff suddenly played his first card. He said, ‘Your sweater reminds me of my late grandfather.’ Marco was taken aback. Sylvia bought it for him while they were on Baguio. She said he looked good in it. Guess people have different tastes. ‘I want you to be as amiable and comfortable with me,’ Marco said glumly, taking off the vest, ‘but I don’t want you to feel like I’m your grandpa or anything.’

Without warning, Geoff touched Marco’s right bicep. Nothing sensual, just feeling him up. ‘Like I said earlier, I go to the gym if I have the time.’ Geoff was feeling his teacher’s firm biceps, which feels like raw beef frozen. With that sheer strength, he can push a car all by his own. As Geoff continued, a spider fell on Marco’s left shoulder. He stared in horror. ‘What? Do I have something on my shoulder?’

Geoff was as still as a statue, yet his other hand flew and suddenly flicked the harmless creature away, this time with a hint of sensuality, of course. Geoff once again played his card on exploiting Marco’s ego. ‘I think you’ll be the most popular teacher here!’ he said, all the while unbuttoning Marco’s shirt with him not knowing it. He was distracted by Geoff’s constant movements, thinking it was only his habitual motions when nervous. So he answered, ‘I’m not really sure … but that was nice of you though.’ Geoff continued to move around Marco, eventually unbuckling his belt without arousing suspicion. He suddenly ripped off Marco’s shirt and said, ‘I think you need to be more comfortable!’

Good thing the shirt was ripped off without breaking. The necktie was also loosen as well without him knowing it.

‘H-hey! Why did you take my shirt? Give it back!’

Suddenly, with athletic reflexes, dodging and weaving from Marco’s clutches, Geoff lightly grazed his palm on Marco’s belly. He suddenly felt weak and flushed pink. ‘Uuuhhmmm … Th-that felt … k-kinda funny …’ Geoff instantly knew that Marco was aroused, so he continued to move his palms, tracing circles lightly over his hair covered belly. Marco moaned a bit, and his eyes snapped open. His legs felt cold. Sure enough, Geoff was removing his shoes, socks and pants. ‘Come on, sir! Go all the way down and let’s take off your pants!’

He was beyond surprise. He was naked, save for his necktie and he was blushing beet red. ‘Wait! H-hey! Those are my pants!’

Geoff played another card. ‘Gee, Sir Marco! You’re really a sexy guy!’

Those words sent waves of unexpected arousal to Marco, and he instantly moaned, ‘Y-you’re … I …’

‘Yes?’

‘I-I … I feel like my whole body … is b-burning up …!’

Geoff played his final card, for he knew he had him now under his whim. ‘I want to lick the whole length of your meat, sir …’

Marco blushed, with his arousal needing attention. But morals sprang up. ‘B-but what if the others come in and see us …?’ Geoff was so caught up in the moment; he suddenly blurted out, ‘I want your underwear as a souvenir!’ and instantly took them down until it slid off of Marco’s fearsome thighs and land at his feet. He moaned uncontrollably, and whispered, ‘W-wait! Th-this is so embarrassing!’

Without another word, Geoff poked Marco’s ribs. This sent them rolling down the cold floor. ‘HAHAHAHAHA! N-no! S-STOP! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOO!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!’ While Marco wheezed, trying to recover from the shock of being tickled, he felt his balls being sucked. It was serviced by none other than Geoff. This elicited a forbidden moan from his lips, as his student sucked him like a pro. Marco was groaning like crazy as his body felt pain from being tickled and pleasure from down below. Geoff sucked his balls and jacked his seven inch meat, when copious amounts of precum flowed. Marco was embarrassed, yet horny. ‘Agh! I’m sorry … I-it just leaked out!’

Geoff retrieved a small phial from his pants pocket and stroked Marco’s hard cock faster. It was a fat beast, big and vicious. ‘Sir! I’ve been so naughty!’ he teased, ‘Please! Let me have it!’

His ego and cock stroked, Marco felt the inevitable. ‘OH! OH!! OH, G-GOD!! I-I’M --!! I-I’M C-CUUUUUUMMIIIIIIIIIINNNGGG!!’ he groaned a guttural roar of primal desire of his seed being released. He shot five times, not a single drop was wasted and was dutifully stored in Geoff’s phial, which was filled to the brim. Marco fainted, and Geoff went to the comfort room to clean himself.

Unknown to both of them, a white snake crept up on Marco’s left thigh and etched itself on it …