A Wizard's Succession 7

Back at the hospital …

Marco remembered all too well about their first sex. It was his first time doing it with a guy. A younger one. He didn’t know how Geoff smooth-talked him into doing it. But, what made matters more shameful for him, is that he enjoyed it. All his morals futilely did was to retaliate deep inside him, while he grunted and groaned like a beast as Geoff filled him with honeyed words as slippery as oil.

He was groping for Geoff’s research. So far, only bits and pieces gradually reconstruct themselves, allowing him to fully remember the very nightmare he wanted to get over, and to know why he has a white snake etched on his left thigh, which burned like mad from pain …

***

Marco awakened from what was a post-sexual euphoria of releasing his well-kept juice that was supposed to be for another potential spouse. He lazily flicked his necktie aside, and scratched his belly lazily as he lay there on the floor, sending waves of light pleasure inside him.

He knows he is easily aroused when someone touches his belly. And Geoff has subconsciously known about it. As tired as he was, his head ached again.

He felt these unbearable aches ever since Sylvia died. He managed to control them with drugs like Ibuprofen and Paracetamol. His doctor warned him about going overdose, for he also didn’t know why he has a headache in the first place. Without medicine, Marco suppressed it with willpower.

The pain gradually abated, followed by a sharp, stinging pain down his left thigh.

He couldn’t perceive if he was hallucinating, or dreaming, because in the first place, he despised getting tattooed.

Now he has one. And that sent him screaming in shock.

Marco was perspiring as much as fear racked his mind. He couldn’t stand because of the pain. He was getting paler as he saw his own blood pouring out of his left thigh as his left leg glowed white for one moment, followed by a distinct hissing in his head.

‘HELP …!’ he rasped, ‘SOMEBODY … ANYBODY … PLEASE … --’

The classroom door swung open. His savior wasn’t having feelings of heroism upon seeing his helpless state.

‘DIYOS KO, SIR SALVADOR!! A-ANO PO’NG NANGYARI?! (Oh my god, sir Salvador! W-what happened [to you]?!)’

His savior was a janitress. An elderly one, with a plump body that demonstrated endurance that struggled with a low salary enough for her family to survive the next day and short black hair with a few strands of white embodying intelligence. But right then, her body froze as she saw a scene straight out of a horror film. Marco, with his buffed naked body covered in his own sweat and blood, was struggling to stand up. But the blood-stained floor proved to be a challenge, as he slipped and staggered just to get up. His body still couldn’t cope with the pain, so he fell after several attempts. And he was blacking out.

‘H-help …’ he mustered one last time as the janitress ran out in a hurry to call an ambulance and seeing Geoff finally return before his eyes closed.

***

The pain from his thigh somehow subsided when Marco ate his pitiful supper. He slowly wolfed down his meal of a cup of rice, bland beef stew and a ripe banana as dessert. He curiously watched the media cover the inferno and made several attempts to interview him, but the nurses kept them at bay.

He felt good, for he’s not in the mood for interviews. And all he needed was peace of mind. Somehow, his only wish eluded him with visages of the deaths of the children. Suddenly, he felt as though he was chewing on raw flesh as he remembered that moment, and lost his appetite. And then, a distinct shout emanated just outside his room. “MAMAMATAY-TAO (Murderer)!!” it screamed. He was pretty sure it was a man’s voice. He felt scared as hell when he heard it. And why wouldn’t he be?

His voice rang an eerie echo in his memory.

How did the man know?

***

Marco opened his eyes hours later. He was lying down at the hospital bed, and he can feel pressure … somewhere. Further prying led him to his left thigh, which was bandaged and to his right arm, which was attached to an IV, but instead of Dextrose, a blood bag was in its place. He was feeling lightheaded, and as he tried to raise himself up, a sudden strong dizziness overpowered him and pushed his body back down. He thought he might puke.

Geoff went home, said one of the nurses stationed to him. She said he lost a lot of blood due to his ‘tattoo’, but strangely, she quoted, his blood was as clean as a sheep’s fleece. While it is true that his blood was indeed pure, he wondered how he got that snake mark. That thought lulled him to sleep.

He was discharged after three days. Marco immediately went home, skipping gym altogether as per doctor’s orders. His boys ran toward him in a fit of glee. They were crying happily for their Papa’s return, seeing him in a near-death state on TV, censoring his naked body and reporting that he was hold-upped, then brandished by his fugitives. While the others felt like rubbish, the brandishing was another idea entirely. Could Geoff pull such prank? And if he does, why?

He will get his answer right after class.

When he returned to the university, many asked him how he was feeling, and some students even helped him carrying his things. He chuckled at their sudden helpfulness. ‘Hey!’ he said, smiling, ‘I’m as fine as you are fellas! I’m not old yet.’

But the students insisted. As he reached the room, his class was earlier than him, and they had prepared a simple program for him. The girls gave him food they have prepared. Marco felt warmhearted for their sweetness, and so as a treat, he dropped the supposed to be long quiz and instead gave them an hour and a half break. The students roared with delight and, instead of going out, they ate with him and asked him about the incident. Geoff just sat in a corner, looking at Marco with an interest only the man knew. When afternoon came, all the students rushed outside, and once again, only Marco and Geoff remained.

‘Sir,’ Geoff started, ‘about the research –’

Marco stopped him in midsentence. ‘Did you brandish my thigh?’

Geoff was as cooperative as a stone brick. He gulped hard. He knew he had nothing to do with that, but why did he was being interrogated like a criminal? He shakily answered no. Suddenly, he heard Marco speak in a tone that got him scared for the first time. It was also the first time Marco got mad this intense. The last time he was mad as hell is when his wife was kidnapped, only to be discovered brutally beaten, raped, and her vagina being pierced by a six-inch mop handle. What was worse, she was found in a metal barrel drum, hogtied for slaughter.

‘Do NOT LIE TO ME!! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU IF IT WASN’T YOU?! YOU WERE GONE WHEN I CAME TO, AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY YOU DIDN’T DO IT!!’ Marco roared. This time, his voice registered beyond his limitations. Good thing the hallway was empty. Geoff trembled, ‘R-really, s-sir … I didn’t do it …’

A few pearly tears dropped from Geoff’s enigmatic eyes. This got Marco back to his senses. No use squeezing the child, he thought. He was clean. Marco calmed a bit, but before he could say sorry, Geoff ran off.

For a few days, he didn’t show up in class. Many of his classmates became worried, especially Marco himself. Geoff’s remarks aren’t improving, particularly in Mathematics. He sighed deeply, thinking that he might’ve traumatized the child to the point of suicide. He made it a point to help the guy.

And so he began asking for Geoff’s address. When he drove to the place, he was greeted by the lad’s father. Marco was surprised, for Geoff inherited some of this man’s features. Yellowish-white skin to the point of porcelain-like quality, slightly low cheekbones, square jaws, thin lips and dark brown, enigmatic eyes. This man’s a big lug as well, with powerful arms that can contend with Marco’s (though this man’s arms aren’t as large as his), slim waist and lithe, powerful legs. He was wearing only loose blue jersey shorts, and he looked worried.

‘Sir,’ the man said, ‘are you my son’s adviser?’

Marco said, ‘Yes, I am. Is Geoff here?’

The man sighed in exasperation, ‘He wasn’t in himself these past few days. I’m worried that he may break down any moment. He ran off. Oh God, where could he have gone to?’

‘I am so sorry for crashing here ...’

‘Oh, it's okay,’ the man said, ‘By the way, I’m Aldrin.’

After being invited to come in, Aldrin told Marco that he was going to the police to file a missing person report. Marco then asked the distraught father where Geoff could have gone to whenever he felt down. Aldrin sadly told him that he had called all of his son’s friends, none of their statements alleviate his fears. Suddenly, ‘Does Geoff have a brother? H-he’s a … a doctor?’

Aldrin was surprised. ‘N-no … No, he hasn’t. Why?’

That sent a strong blow to Marco. He was silent for a long time, and then he absentmindedly asked where Geoff’s room is. As Aldrin pointed the way, he absentmindedly strolled to his destination. As he stepped in, the lad’s room was a mess. Clothes strewn everywhere, books cluttered the floor. Everything was astray, until Marco noticed that the lad’s PC was on. As he opened the desktop, he saw two video files running. One was named “Dad – drunk” and the other one was “University Gym”. He opened the first file, but it was finished. So, he replayed it again.

The video showed a poorly – lit room, he presumed as the master bedroom, and showed off Aldrin, lying half-naked on the bed, sleeping. The bed is made of finely varnished mahogany, decorated with intricate carvings made in Rizal. The pillows and blankets are colored ivory white in contrast to the room’s celadon painted walls, giving it the atmosphere of pure relaxation. An end, or side, table, made from imported oak wood painted in black and lacquered, is at the left side of the bed. Two bottles of wine were empty on it, the lamp was glowing an eerie yet soothing luminescence.

The camera then zoomed in towards the man’s boxers, which was stretched taut by his thick thighs. Suddenly, a hand grazed over the man’s crotch, slid it under the leg hole, and pulled out the man’s cock. Marco was genuinely surprised, because Aldrin was well-endowed. His cock was as thick as Marco’s cock, if not more. It was so thick, the stalker’s hand could barely fit his hand around it. He knew that the cock was already aroused, but it remained soft, although it was big enough. Marco was aghast, yet his eyes were glued to the screen.

The camera changed angle, giving him the total view of Aldrin’s powerful body. His head tilted lazily to the left, his right hand scratching his belly in gentle strokes, and his legs more relaxed, the cameraman proceeded to take off the drunken man’s pants. It was a painstaking task, but the black Armani pants were removed. All that was left was the man’s blue boxer briefs. That too was removed, with tender loving care, revealing more of Aldrin’s meat. It was six inches long, but it’s thicker than Marco’s cock by a few. It’s like a Hungarian Sausage.

A CHUNKY sausage. Marco knew he’s as straight as an arrow, but seeing Aldrin’s love pole made him feel weird, yet pleasurable at the same time. Don’t look at it, he concentrated, but DAMN! At that instant, he felt envious of Aldrin and his chunky manhood. The camera once again changed angles. This time, the perpetrator jacked the man’s pliable meat, moving up and down in slow, purposeful strokes, not rushing his time.

As Aldrin slumbered without even the slightest response while his cock was getting full attention, his unknown rapist (a rather strong term, but Aldrin doesn’t know it was his own son) began to caress his big balls. He moaned a bit, which elicited a gasp from the stalker, which Marco recognized as Geoff. At that instant, he wondered why would the child humiliate his father in such a way. But, he was still drawn to the video, and so he watched it further. The strokes were getting harder, yet moving slowly.

He changed angle again, teasing Marco to take it all in. After five minutes of slow stroking, Geoff began to caress his father’s body. Aldrin’s body rippled with strong composure, getting himself fit as possible while working as an engineer. The boy’s hand raced up and along the powerful torso, caressing Aldrin’s nipples and, finally, his winsome face.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, going back to the stroking. This time, Geoff’s hand was slick with saliva, and began to work on his father’s dick, this time with renewed vigor. Aldrin coughed, stopping Geoff in his tracks until he fell asleep again. Not wanting to get caught, Geoff began to gradually increase the pace of his jerking. Aldrin began to breathe quickly, his body heaving. He also began to sweat. He moaned, groaned and wheezed as his own son jacked his fat meat, eager on getting the reward he held within him.

Faster and faster, Geoff was relentless. Aldrin began to move slightly, and his breathing picked up pace again. Quickly Geoff’s hand flew, eliciting a groan from his drunken father. With a strong exhale, and a deep groan ‘Mmmmm …’, Aldrin came. It wasn’t spectacular, but instead flowed like gentle ripples, like a river flowing. His creamy load flowed gently in generous amounts.

Suddenly, the camera was down, still aimed at the helpless man’s manhood. Another hand entered, this time holding a small glass vial. Geoff carefully collected his father’s semen. With his task done, he cleaned his father using tissue, rearranged everything and left. Marco was surprised after the clip, because he unwittingly released precum in his briefs. He was damn aroused by the entire spectacle, and opened the second video file.

Upon watching it, his sexual euphoria vanished, and anger reigned in his heart. He knew the video, and he wasn’t happy about it.

***

Marco trembled as he heard Aldrin shouting, creating a scandal in the hospital. Suddenly, he felt a stabbing pain on his left thigh. Blood began to seep through the bandages, deep crimson against ivory sheets. Marco released an anguished howl as his mark began to shift and take a new shape. The white snake slithered in its place, and then a human skull slowly etched on his skin. The serpent coiled around the skull.

When the nurses finally rushed in, they were shocked to see a new horror.