A Wizard's Succession

Chapter 1: The Unveiling

Along the Interstate, a black Mac Truck carrying sacks of cement cruised along. The driver, in his plain black work shirt, faded denim jeans and hiking boots, looked tired despite driving for only an hour. Fixing his baseball cap, he parked along the side of the highway as his truck bucked down. He cursed loudly, then picked up his phone. 'Yo, Josh!', he said, 'It's me, Hiro. I'm kinda stuck down here at 40.' He was sweating, his hairy hands gleaming with sweat as he stood outside his tractor basking under the scorching heat. As the call ended, he waited patiently.

Several cars passed him by. Some even tried to get a glimpse of his face. He is in his mid-thirties and is brutally handsome. He has a few chiseled features with high cheekbones and filled with a few amounts of fat that gives him a chubby appearance. His eyebrows were thick and arched in a perpetual scowl which ran in a virtual single line above both eyes. He had a rounded square jaw and a neck as thick as a roman column. It was not every day that you would see such a man, so it was only natural for people to take an extra moment of their time to examine him. He smiled from the curious passers-by until a red pickup stopped in front of him and took him home while his truck is being towed by other trucks. That man is Hiro Amano. Hiro is a construction rigger living in the US for thirty years of his life. With his reddish white skin, jet black hair and strikingly beautiful baby blue eyes, he's always mistaken for being a full-blooded American despite having Japanese heritage. His body structure displays a man living a rigorous lifestyle. These conditions give him massive bone structure and perfect musculature. He resembled a massive football coach, an aging athlete who had retained the brutish strength of his playing days, only now he led others from the sideline. He is a hulking man who could twist steel with his bare hands or clap you on the shoulder in a gentle thundering show of support. He's rather imposing, standing at 5' 10". Being married for twenty years with his wife, he's rather hot-blooded despite having two beautiful daughters. He sometimes fantasizes of having sex with other women, but shunned himself from them, being lovingly loyal to his pretty mistress.

As he walked towards his home, the front door burst open. 'Daddy!', his girls squeaked with glee, bounding towards the tired rigger. His tired expression quickly faded and smiled, 'Hey! How's my little munchkins?', he cooed. As his daughters filled him with their exciting tales from school, his head ached. 'Geez... Not again ...', he muttered under his breath. 'Daddy? What's wrong?', his eldest asked, 'Is your head aching again?'. 'Nnnnnnnnno ...', he said, smiling, 'I just forgot something. Tell you what, let's eat outside.' His daughters squealed and ran inside, yelling, 'MOMMY! MOMMY! Daddy's here!!'. He watched them go in, then he rummaged for his wallet. Just then, his wife appeared. She was as sultry as before, retaining her beautiful curves despite two childbirths. Her long black hair falling in gentle waves, she is the ultimate catch. 'Hey, panda ...', she said, 'How's work?' His attention suddenly rapped toward her. 'Truck's broke down. Bet the boss wouldn't be happy 'bout it,' he related, 'Anyhow. How's my queen?', he said in his bedside voice, teasing his wife. 'Stop it, you little rascal,' she moaned affectionately, kissing his neck. 'The children would hear us.'. 'Shit,' he thought. His wife suddenly became horny? Well, that was something new, he said to himself and smiled. They both went inside the house. Soon after, his entire family went out for a dinner.

Upon arriving home, he and Aira began to tease themselves. ‘You know,’, Aira moaned, ‘I’ll never get enough of you since we did it back at high school …’. Hiro faced her and smiled, ‘So do I.’. As they began to undress, he suddenly clutched on his head. ‘What –', he started, then all of a sudden, he began howling in pain. 'H-H-Hiro ...?', she asked nervously, 'Is your head aching again?'. He couldn't answer, for he kept grunting in sheer pain. He felt as though his head's being forced open with a crowbar and other things indescribable. As his head throbbed, he couldn't focus. He could hear ... voices. 'W-what do you want?!', he demanded to no one in particular. Aira kept on calming him down to no avail. ‘MAKE THEM STOP!! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THEM ANYMORE!!’, he pleaded. As he began to hallucinate, another thing happened. She saw her husband's back gleaming with sweat for a minute, then blood the next instant. 'Oh, god, HIRO!!', she wailed as she began to cry, 'W-WHAT'S GOING ON?!?! HIRO, PLEASE ANSWER ME!!'. The blood on his back began to flow, and then they somehow converged to the center, forming a cross of some sort. The cross marking had six points, and gives an appearance of a sword. It centered along Hiro's spine and glowed an ominous red shade. Completely forgetting her tongue, she cried, 'Diyos ko, HIRO!! SUMAGOT KA!! (Oh God, HIRO! ANSWER ME!)'.

Somewhere far from Hiro's home ...

A shadowy figure cocked its head towards the sky from the bedroom. 'I can feel it,' he mustered, 'The key to the gates of the Infinite Hells finally appeared. I must have it at all costs.'

Hiro kept on screaming til his voice grew hoarse. He felt as though his strength failed him. After a full five minutes, Hiro's vision blurred and then he fainted. His burly body slackened, shivering as though he just had intercourse. Aira kept on crying until she heard their children sobbing just outside the room. 'W-what happened to daddy?', the younger one mustered while clutching her teddy bear. 'I ... I d-d-don't know, baby,' she said. 'Is he going to be okay, mom?' asked the other. She smiled weakly and said, 'Yes. He'll be fine. He's strong, remember?' Hiro woke up with a start the next day. His half naked body gleamed with sweat. As he touched his right temple with his right hand, he saw Aira sitting near the door. 'Honey,', he asked, 'what happened?'. 'I'm so worried about you,' she said. Her fear was very evident in her voice. 'Y-you kept on saying things like 'Infinite Hells' or something ...'. He groped for his thoughts, trying to remember the events. But all he could remember was his aching head. 'I'm sorry about last night,' he said, 'I guess I'm just hallucinating or whatever.' He sighed. She walked gently towards him and hugged him. 'You told me your father also had this 'sickness' of yours, right?'. Right. His father also shared his hardships, leaving him with his mother in Osaka and never returned. Since then, he and his mother traveled to the United States and stayed there, growing up along with his American cousins from their ancestral home in Boston. Time passed so quickly. Aira slept soundly after a few reassurances. He almost forgot that he is late for work. He hurriedly left and drove towards the rig.

When he arrived, his boss bellowed, 'HIRO! There you are!' He saw his fat boss walking towards him, with a new face towing behind. 'I would like you to meet Dan Hibiki, your apprentice,' he said, pointing to the new worker. Dan is a pure contrast to Hiro. He's a bespectacled pale guy with a fit body, not to mention boy-next-door looks and smooth skin. 'Hi, there,' Hiro said warmly, smiling. Hiro had a crooked smile that somehow fits him perfectly. 'Hello, sir,' Dan said. As they shook hands, Dan held on too tightly. He knew instantly. 'Uhh ... Dan ... You can let go now,' Hiro said, rather alarmingly. The new boy's hand felt cold. TOO cold.

Days passed. Dan seemed to get a hang of all things from the rig. He noticed that some of his coworkers wanted Hiro's respect and friendship. He also noted that some wanted him more than just being friends. They will come really ... handy. From his past experiences, his old methods wouldn't suffice. He also needed to act quickly... They've worked their butts the whole day, rarely taking any breaks. Hiro hasn’t eaten anything yet. All of a sudden, he saw Dan coming over him. ‘What’s up, sport?’ he asked, feigning joviality though his voice says otherwise. Dan smiled and said, ‘Nothing much. By the way, thanks on helping me on my first day.’ Hiro smiled, and Dan felt himself getting drawn to this hairy man. ‘No problem. Y’can ask me anytime.’ Dan never imagined that he’ll be distracted. Before anything else, he had to do it. ‘Um, senpai …’, he said, ‘I’ll be having a party at my house. Can you come?’. Hiro gave it another thought. ‘Is everyone coming?’, he asked, ‘Just a few, senpai.’, he mused.

‘Count me in,’, he said, smiling, ‘I’ve never been to a party for a while now.’

‘Okay, cool,’ Dan said, ‘I’ll just give you a call.’ As he left, he cursed to himself. He must never get distracted. Before the others arrive, he must have the power at all costs. Still, he had doubts. Could he really be the one? And if he is, then why appear now? And, why is he oblivious to his power? To answer his questions, he crept back to the site. He wrote something in the air, and all of a sudden Dan vanished. He spied on Hiro as he laid down on the cot. ‘Honey, I can’t come home for a few weeks. I have to stay and guard the place.’ Hiro said, ‘Look, I’m sorry, but the boss told me to.’ He was exasperated. ‘Honey, I’m really sorry. Love you.’ He hung up. As Dan watched from the shadows, he saw Hiro walked towards the makeshift bath and followed suit. Hiro took off his shirt and tried to look at his back. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed, ‘Still there.’ The red cross was still evident.

There it is, Dan mused to himself, smiling. Hiro IS the key. But his celebration was far from over. As Hiro sighed, he began to flex his body. His pecs are just perfect, showing off his pencil eraser-like nipples. He has a small amount of fat on his abs and yet it looked just right. His arms are meaty, about 23” each. Dan felt something he never felt before in his entire life. A thick scar ran over his neck and on his lower abs just above his crotch. As Hiro took off his pants, Dan began to anticipate every moment. Even though Hiro was left with his briefs, what he saw is a pure work of art. Hiro has a perfectly sculpted body far from any one Dan met. Hiro also sported a nice bubble butt. But, what made Dan feel uneasy and somehow attracted to this married man is his hairiness. Hiro is a hair factory. Thick dark fur swarmed over the forearms and upper arms. All that hair coupled with his huge muscles gave the man the appearance of a gorilla. The rest of his upper body was in proportion to those magnificent arms. The chest was deep and the shoulders were broad and swollen with muscle. At his chest, the hair had some grey mixing in but everywhere else it was black.

It rose off his body in gentle loose swirls covering every inch of him in a glorious manly sweater. His legs compliment the heavy regimen that his upper body performs. They were monstrously thick and powerful and coated with the same gorilla thick fur that blanketed his upper body. Those legs complimented his upper body perfectly. He had to weigh at least 340 lbs. His forearms were thickly built with cable like tendons and sinew running up and down their length. The manly pelt of fur on his arms made them seem even larger. His hands were square and block-like suggesting unimaginable grip strength. The hair ran quite thick on the backs of those hands as well. From behind the incredible thickness of his arms, back and shoulders was evident. This was a man blessed with a body developed to magnificent proportions. That physique combined with supremely rugged features and thick body hair created the most intimidating specter of a man Dan had ever seen. A single look from this bear would turn legs to jelly. By simply folding those hairy war club arms across his imposing chest, he demonstrated his sheer superiority to even the strongest of men. Yet, as Dan had experienced, a handshake to say 'job well done' has been as comfortable and reassuring as a child's teddy bear.

As Dan basks in Hiro’s manly glory, Hiro took off his briefs as well, revealing a thick piece of meat between his legs. His cock wasn’t hard, but its size shows pure testosterone count. It’s 6” long and at least 2” in diameter. ‘What the fuck Hiro,’, he heard Hiro speak, ‘Don’t do it …’ Dan was puzzled until he saw him wear his briefs again, picked up the chair by the door, get himself naked again and began to jack off. His eyes were closed and he was murmuring. Dan crept closer and listened. ‘Oh, fuck, Aira …’ he moaned, ‘Oh Fuck …’ Dan looked down and was taken aback. Hiro’s cock was at its full tumescent glory - it’s now at 8” and it seemed even bigger. His large right hand seemed to know how to sate his raging hormones. It moved up and down, making every blood vessel on his fuck tool bulge due to sensitivity. Hiro’s breathing was deep and groaning, like he was running on the road.

Dan watched in anticipation as Hiro began to quicken the pace, moaning louder and louder. His voice resonates in the bath, and could be heard just outside. His face was contorted into agony – ecstatic agony. Dan waited, breathing heavily as well. He felt himself lick his lips. Hiro went faster, grunting as he neared the edge. Dan’s own meat was raging and leaking precum. Hiro’s hand began to slide faster on his meat, turning into a red hot blur. ‘C’mon, Hiro!’, he grunted, ‘Almost … there …!’ Hiro’s breathing quickly gained pace as he neared completion. Dan reveled every second of it and tentatively touched his meat to ease the heat. ‘OH FUCK!’, Hiro groaned out loud. An animal growl grew inside him and released as he sent an arc of pudding-like cum SPLASHING into the air and hit the wall. Another thick splash of semen blasted against the wall … and another ...and another...and another. Hiro was sweating all over, like he came from a bath, looking even more handsome. As Hiro tried to compose himself, Dan felt confused yet satisfied.