🎈 Marzo's Story

Dariush Lovehorn Somewhere beyond time and space lived a powerful mage named Dariush Lovehorn, he was seen in various worlds in many forms, from a smooth-crotched angelic teenager to a hung young man of bodybuilder's stature. Nothing but a black cape covered his body, the body which--regardless of the fluidity of forms--was always a jawdropping sight.

He had a great love for youths of all genders and had a plenty of lovers in various parts of the space-time. In a strange forest, in a strange land, he suddenly found a dead boy on the grass. Nothing one could have expected! It looked like he fell from the sky, yet didn't break a single bone or twist a single joint. His naked body looked perfectly intact, beautiful in his strange revealing pose, erotic even, his knees spread, arms relaxed to the sides of his head, his body slightly curved as if seducing the onlooker, the sight was the direct opposite of repulsive, the sight that could attract anyone, men, women, but also wolves. It didn't even cross the mind of Dariush to just ignore this and move on. How could he!

Still, one could imagine such a sweet sight on the bed of a famous and respected brothel, a perfectly groomed beauty right there, keeping the bed warm for the master's return, maybe just played with himself a bit and now resting... And yet, so alive and welcoming, it's still a dead body on the bed of grass, the mage knew that for sure, to someone else it could look like the boy was drunk and sleeping but the mage's eyes could see beyond the obvious, right into the world of spirits, and he could see there's no spirit in this body, and no alcohol either.

Despite that fact it was mere soulless flesh, Dariush couldn't hide the fact he was absolutely delighted by what he was looking at. Indeed, an angel fell from the sky, laying right before him, as if sleeping. The mage felt his balls contract a little, his cock throbbed slightly. By the time he kneeled over the body, he was fully erect just from witnessing this beauty. His fingers caressed the boy's pale skin. This slender, supple body seemed created mainly for lovemaking...

"What a pity I'm not a necrophile," Dariush shook his head, realizing the body was also quite cold and stiff, like a marble statue, one could say.

"Who are you then?" he heard a voice from above. Dariush raised his head and saw an apparition, the very same boy, floating slightly above the ground, glowing and semi-transparent. "What are you doing to poor Marzo?" the ghost boy asked. "Please don't-"

"No no, I just wanted to see if I could help," Dariush made a quick calming sign by showing the boy a fist with only the middle finger raised up, a gesture often used by mages to calm down potentially hostile people or creatures. "Don't worry, I can save you." He took the dead body in his hands and raised it above the ground.

"Where are you taking Marzo?" the ghost boy floated closer. The magical sign worked, now he looked curious rather than protesting. His face relaxed, eyes half-closed... His full lips slightly opened...

Dariush gulped, now staring at the ghost of the boy. In both forms, this fella was a mesmerizing beauty... The mage struggled to hurry up: "I'll help. Just follow me. I can make you live again."

"Are you a necromancer then?" the ghost boy tilted his head a bit. His ghostly voice sounded half-dead but a nice sweet melody of life could still be heard in it. Dariush was right on time, thanks goodness.

"Nothing of the sort, I'm an alchemist," he replied.

The ghost boy quietly followed behind the alchemist's back. After a few steps the mage did a strange thing. Still holding the dead body, he somehow balanced on one foot and stretched his other leg high in the air with the ease of a seasoned ballet dancer. His leg was pressed to the side of his torso, his pointed foot was above his head. The muscles of his thighs and calves strained but he held the position like it's no big deal.

"Hold onto my penis," he nodded to the ghost boy.

"What?" the ghost boy blinked and shook his head.

"You have nothing to fear, you're already dead! But if you want to live again, then hold on my penis," Dariush rushed. "Is the price too high or something? Come on, a beauty like you has never touched a man's dick before?"

"Not one of a stranger who's holding Marzo's corpse, while standing on one foot doing acrobatics... Is this what the afterlife looks like?"

"No, it's still real life," Dariush rolled his eyes. "It's just a body-magic pose I use to teleport and I'm not a statue to hold the leg up for eternity, so if you want to follow you have to hurry up and hold onto... ahh, good boy!"

"Oh God, what is this place?" the ghost boy stared around after a quick blink took him into a completely different surrounding.

"Just my laboratory," the mage replied. "Here we have everything we need," he walked across the room and put the body entirely inside a large bathtub by the wall, then took some bottle and poured its content into the water.

"What are you doing to poor Marzo?" the ghost boy looked over the edge of the tub. "Are you going to marinade his body like a cucumber?"

"Yes, this bath is going to preserve the body, the air would decompose it quickly. We still need this body for reference to grow a copy of it. Lucky it's in such a perfect condition, this makes things much easier. Not a single bruise or broken bone. How did you even die so perfectly?"

"Marzo fell out of an air balloon. There was a huge twister in the air, almost flipped their gondola upside down. It was a crazy sight! But Marzo was the only unfortunate soul, the rest of them flew away."

"Wait, too much information... First thing first, how did you not break anything?" Dariush kept looking at the ghost boy, then at the dead body. It still looked like a mere sleeping boy, laying inside the greenish oily water.

"Marzo is... umm, you know what a contortionist is?" the ghost boy wrinkled his forehead, as if counting how long it would take to explain.

"More than well," Dariush shrugged.

"Well, Marzo could pop any bone out of a socket and put it back in, easily. Not sure why he even died from the fall."

"Hmm, must be the heart stopped from the impact," Dariush guessed. A sudden though finally reached Dariush: wait, that boy is not only a lily among chamomiles but also a swan among ducks?!

"It all went black and then all blurry..." the ghost boy continued. "Couldn't focus for a long long time... When things got sharper, there was that naked body on the grass, turned out it was Marzo's body... But who was the one seeing it? Tried to look down on hands but there were no hands, like in a dream. The seer who could not be seen. Then you appeared... But how could you see the seer, when there's nothing to see?"

"I have a good eye for that. When I look at you, I'm seeing the boy exactly like this dead boy, but more... umm, alive? Well, not really but we're going to fix that. Anyway, don't take it into your head, I'll make you a new body soon and you'll be able to see yourself just fine again. But why were you naked?"

"Ah, I'm afraid this is a long story."

"We got time, don't worry."

"A familiar situation. We got on that air balloon but it was such a long long long flight! Marzo and others started playing a funny game because we got deadly bored. There was so little space in the gondola, so Marzo suggested to play twister. It's a fun game, there were wooden tiles on the floor and Marzo had to keep his feet and hands on specific tiles, the others threw dice, they told him where to step next. Right hand on that tile, one of them would hit it with a stick to show which one. Marzo had to twist himself a lot to hold up, and if he touched the floor with anything but his hands or feet then he had to take something off."

Dariush nodded. "I've seen that game but I always thought it was invented much, much later."

"It was Marzo who told them about the game, and he learned it from his teacher, much much... earlier," the young ghost shrugged. "Anyway, they were a group of merchants and Marzo was just a simple escort, it was natural to make a good use of him during the long flight. When Marzo pulled off his last legging and took off the last bracelet, he suspected the men were lying the whole time about the dice, they kept knocking on whatever tiles they wanted with that stick, just to make Marzo twist out of shape."

"I can't blame them, I fear I would want to do the same in their place."

"No, that's alright! Marzo took it as a compliment that they wanted to see the best of him. He played along and had a lot of fun showing off. Their eyes were glued to his naked body, his ribs and hipbone alike were popping out, his skin covered with wrinkles from the tight twists but he struggled to the last drop of sweat, contorting to prove what they thought impossible was actually possible. Marzo wanted to win at least once, but every time he was one or two steps away from winning, they'd demand something unfair, impossible even for a hay-stuffed doll!"

"So they stripped you all naked?"

"Eventually, yes... Marzo had nothing else to lose, but the man who hired Marzo suggested there's still something he could lose... The content of his balls, what else! Now each time he failed he had to jerk himself off. The others said it was a nice idea, so Marzo had to jerk off while they were watching, then he was made to contort again without any rest. It was tiresome and he quickly lost another round. The same man requested that this time Marzo must bend down on himself and suck himself off, but make sure to pull out and cum over his face at the very last moment. The moment Marzo took the tip of his penis in his own mouth, the gandola started shaking like crazy! Everybody was so distracted by Marzo's show that they all missed the real twister that hit them. The irony! And poor Marzo was the only one unfortunate, right in the middle, without the means to hold onto anything but his own naked ass! What's funny? It's tragic!"

"Sorry, just..." Dariush couldn't hold his laughter for a while. "I just have a vivid imagination, so hearing a story is like being there. Just imagined how you flew out of that gondola with your cock in your mouth..."

"No no, Marzo straightened up quickly but had a spectacular cumshot right in the air just before hitting the ground!"

"Most remarkable!" Dariush clapped his hands as he laughed. "The craziest story I've ever heard, almost wish it happened to me!"

"If it happened to you, Marzo wouldn't be able to bring you back to life for sure," the ghost boy pouted.

"Ah, speaking of which," Dariush became serious and scratched his chin. "So briefly speaking, what I'm gonna do to bring you back to life in one piece is... I'm going to create a copy of your body here. A homunculus that will look the same as you in every detail. You'll be able to live in that body and use it as your own and I'll even magically enhance it with various immunities and abilities, if that's alright with you."

"Some words are new, but it's amazing if you can bring everything back the way it was!"

"Not... quite," the alchemist wrinkled his forehead. "You see. There are some purely cosmetic issues. The truth is, homunculi cannot develop genitals, neither male or female, they have a smooth crotch and they don't have nipples either. But instead their anus is a lot more spacious and sensitive than the human anus, and they also have a sexual organ inside the navel..."

"So Marzo will have a peepee in his navel?!"

"No, you won't have to drink or pee, or eat, or excrete, or digest anything at all for that matter. Homunculi live on pure magical energy. But as alchemical creatures, they're highly sensual and capable of intense orgasms but they're otherwise sterile... So when I say sexual organ, what I mean is more like a pleasure hole..."

"That sounds very strange to not have a peepee."

"You can play with mine whenever you miss it."

"Oh yes! That is bound to happen... A LOT!" the ghost boy blushed. "Somehow Marzo is very calm and not worried anymore. Thanks!"

"Wait, there's more," the mage smirked. "The homunculus body is a lot stretchier than the human body, so you'll have a vast field for experiments and I'm sure in this body you could even have survived that fall easily."

"No no no, Marzo is never going to fly ever again!"

"Why not? I use flying carpets all the time, personally. Would really suck if you couldn't join me."

"Wait, I thought you can teleport yourself and Marzo just by raising your leg in the air?"

"Oh no, that only works for specific locations... Mages can link some favorite locations in the world with the positions of our bodies for instant traveling. But each pose has to be unique, so we wouldn't do it by accident, that's why we use contortion poses to mark our favorite places. Mages range from flexible to very flexible to hyper flexible, the latter have hundreds of places they can get to instantly. But I only have a dozen or so, I always much preferred flying carpets. But don't worry, like I said, you can fly fearlessly, the homunculus body is pretty much unbreakable even if you fall. Only some very powerful magic can possibly desintegrate it..."

"De- sin-... well, everything you say is so complicated but... One thing you said, that the homo-moon-cum-"

"Homunculus. There's no 'cum' in it. But we'll fix that too."

"So yeah, you said this new body is a lot stretchier than the human body?"

"Yes, by a dozen times. I told you, it's unbreakable. Immune to physical damage. You can drop a horse on it, you can jump off a cliff, because this body is magical and it will simply reassemble... er, pull itself back together. Sorry if I sometimes say long words, just a habit of an old magic teacher."

"Oh, Marzo takes he can bend and stretch even more than before, everything else doesn't matter! Make it as long as you want," the ghost boy spoke, trying to not look at Dariush below the waist but failing and every few seconds just finding himself staring at Dariush's proud and freely hanging manhood.

"Perfect! Trust me, you can literally start counting days until you have a body again and can do whatever you like with it."

"Oh, the first thing Marzo will do is test everything thoroughly, very thoroughly, especially those two sensitive holes you mentioned..."

"I can help!" Dariush smirked. "I'm used to helping the youths back at school, filling their gaps... in education... but I'm equally competent at tutoring newbies before their exams," Dariush made a lewd face, when suddenly a loud melody started playing out of the pocket in his long cape. "Oh, your body is ready!" Dariush exclaimed.

"What? How!" the ghost boy looked around, trying to spot the invisible orchestra behind the mage's back.

Dariush took out a small black handbook from his pocket and pressed his finger on some glowy illustrations inside it. The music stopped abruptly. He put the handbook back in his pocket, went to the tub and made a sophisticated hand gesture as if moving his fingers against invisible glass. The body started to move out of the liquid and floated up. Dariush moved his fingers in some strange ways again and the body landed on a wooden bench in front of the tub.

"Now just lay on top of it," he ordered. The ghost boy tried his best and quickly lay face to face on top of the body. "No no, turn around!" The mage exclaimed and the ghost boy did what he was told. Dariush made a quick gesture, sliding all of his fingers down against some invisible glass again and instantly in one quick move the ghost boy slid inside the body, in sync with the mage's fingers.

"Oh dear," the boy sat on the bench as if he was merely laying down before, looked at his hands, knees, thighs, and... a completely smooth crotch. "Oh my!" He whispered. "Everything feels just the same, except..."

"Try fingering your navel," Dariush suggested.

Marzo looked at his beautiful lower belly, then noticed there was no navel as such but a vertical slit. Its edges looked slightly pink. He moved his finger along the edge and the slit easily opened. Even just moving it slightly suddenly felt so good. Without much questioning, Marzo gently shoved his index and middle fingers inside the cavity, they slid in easily, causing incredible sensations in his stomach or whatever organ he had there now...

"How is it?"

"So good!"

"Need help with the test?"

"Oh yes please!"

Dariush came closer, threw his cape off on the ground and lifted the boy up with his muscled arms. Marzo wrapped his legs around the mage's waist, positioning himself expertly. His buttcheeks could already sense the tip of the mage's erect phallus that rubber there lovingly for just a few moment. Marzo's entrance was hard to miss, it was soft and wide, as if he took out a huge toy a second ago. He felt the length of his lover inside his body and hugged the mage real tight because the sensation was... it could only be compared to how it felt getting a blowjob but the same see sensation went deep into his body, as if he had a hundred penises instead of all the internal organs and they were all getting stimulated by countless mouths, hands and assholes.

The sensation he had before when jerking off was now all over his body! Each friction made him shudder with pure joy. The only problem, he had now idea how to cum now. Dariush helped with that, he fucked the boy so hard that in just a couple of minutes he erupted a heavy load inside of Marzo, and that instantly explained everything. Marzo almost lost his mind in the orgasm, when the mage's sperm contacted his insides, his body started absorbing it and it felt like a very long and intense orgasm.

It lasted over a minute before his insides absorbed all of Dariush's cum and converted it into pure magical energy, meanwhile Dariush brought him to the bedroom and put him on a huge bed. The silky sheet felt soothing and little by little Marzo's orgasm faded out. The semen must have fully absorbed inside him. All he wanted is more, just more of the mage's semen inside his body! His insides just couldn't wait for another load. He rolled on his belly and spread his thighs in another expertly performed movement. This boy didn't try to hide his past as an escort but Dariush could barely think of things, all he could see was the smooth thighs and a couple of firm buns.

Marzo wiggled his butt and looked back at Dariush over the shoulder, wondering why he's still not inside of him.

"I want to see if you didn't lie about being a contortionist," he smirked and pushed the boy's legs right toward his own head, then pressed on his knees, folding his back completely in half. Before Marzo realized, his butt was pressed firmly against his own shoulder blades, his thighs against his shoulders, his calves to the sides of his head, his feet pointed and went in one line with the legs almost out of habit and he could see his calves and feet right in front of him on the bed now.

"Well, I wasn't lying," Marzo just put his arms under his chin and relaxed. That was surprising, yet such a basic pose, it didn't even stretch him very much. He thought that Dariush was going to stretch him way further, put his head through the legs and then pull his shoulders through, when suddenly he felt something against his belly. Dariush was pressing both of Marzo's knees down, folding him in half against the bed, then it must be...

And then Marzo felt the head of the large phallus sliding right inside his navel hole! It felt almost the same as his anus but somehow the sensation was doubled because it was so tight for such a large cock and the way his slit stretched made him feel like he's already orgasming non-stop, except he couldn't of course without Dariush's semen.

The large penis moving inside of his stomach was such a new sensation that Marzo buried his head in the silky sheet. He tried to think how Dariush was a genius for bending his body in half like that to get a convenient access to his navel but he could never finish the thought because each thrust deep inside his stomach was blowing his mind!

He could feel how tight his belly hole was and knew Dariush was not going to last for long, so he clenched his teeth, waiting for what's to come. And Dariush did deliver another heavy load inside of Marzo's navel in just a couple of seconds. The hot sperm felt so good, Marzo started shaking from the orgasm, his whole body just melted to the sensation.

Dariush lay on top of him, folding Marzo in two halves against the bed with all his weight. The sudden tight fold between the bed and his muscled lover calmed him down and he just panted hard until the orgasm was finally over. Once it was over, he suddenly felt really squished that made him think of someone taking a seat on a hamburger but instead it was his body.

Marzo almost twisted his neck to see what's going on. Dariush was sitting on top of the lower half of his torso that was squished against the upper half of the torso like a sandwich.

"How do you feel?" Dariush winked.

"Very squished," Marzo rolled his eyes.

"Ah, sorry," Dariush went off him, helped him to unbend, then just fell on the bed and pulled Marzo close for a kiss. After making out, the two started living together and never separated for centuries to come. Marzo became the mage's assistant and as a homunculus he never grew up and never aged, much like the youthful mage who also remained the same good looking thanks to his magic. Marzo's rebirth made him lively as ever and over a few years he became more flexible than he could even imagine himself, his flexibility led to the discovery of some hidden dimensional doors on the cosmic plane but that's a story for another time...