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Stuart never was a fantastical guy, when he was younger he was easily swayed, very young, he remembers his school bringing in a magician to entertain and how amazed he was at what he was doing. That magic could in fact be real – then he went home and asked his father to do some of the tricks and quickly realized that it wasn’t real and instead parlor tricks, something to show off at parties.
He still was able to do the whole card thing though, even after all this time…
Point being afterwards his taste for that died, his world got a little bit smaller and he had to occupy his mind with the truth.
That’s of course until he met Murdoc, who happenstance was the most fantastical guy in the occult, Jim Jones sense of the word. Nowadays it had died down when it came to Stuart’s almost obsession with his not really friend but certainly not enemy, but it still existed. Once Murdoc assigned himself leader of The Last Cult, it came back, he hadn’t felt so invested since when he first really got to know the guy.
“Is Satan real?” Stuart asked while they were lounging around, Murdoc in his bright pink high priest outfit. He looked at him like he had just said the most ridiculous thing.
“What type of ‘uestion is that? Course he’s real, how you think I got so damn talented?” Stuart shrugged both with his face and body.
“Dunno, assumed you were always good at it,” Murdoc laughed, anytime he did it made Stuart’s head hurt, it was so mean spirited, even when he was laughing at something that wasn’t rude.
“Why you askin’? Don’t think you can convert now, dents, got all this to worry about,” Murdoc waved around to the room they were in, at first Stuart didn’t quite understand what he meant, but once it clicked that oh – he meant the cult, he nodded.
“No I don’t wanna…I was just curious is all,” Murdoc perked up at his stilted response, he grinned, yellowing teeth showing.
“Curious, ‘uh?” Stuart moved around on the couch, he didn’t like that expression on Murdoc’s face, eyes wide and ready to pounce on him.
“I mean, does that mean you know…magic is real? Not like wizards but the other stuff,” He didn’t know exactly what other stuff he meant, but Murdoc seemed to get it, he got up and ran to his room.
Stuart started to regret his decision when it looked like Murdoc was holding something behind his back.
“Oh relax, not gonna hit ye’ with a hammer,” He stood right over him, “you wanna know if it’s real, don’t you Dents?”
“Yeah I sort of just asked that, Murdoc,” He growled, bearing his teeth before sighing. Stuart looked at him confused, usually he’d ball off and hit him, this was probably worse than getting hit, the anticipation of something bad made him even more a wreck than just a few smacks.
“If you keep doin’ that I’m gonna shove this artifact right into those sockets of yours,” Stuart flinched. “Behave,”
A twinge went down his neck when he heard that, Stuart didn’t know exactly why but it buried itself into his head.
Murdoc finally took out what he was hiding, it was a locket on a chain, he opened it up to reveal this mess of pinks and whites, all spiraling around inside of each other, sort of like one of those fractals he’d seen on the internet before.
Stuart moved in closer to look at it.
“Is this magic?” Murdoc grabbed him by the hair, he whined.
“Just look at it, ye keep talkin’ and I won’t show ye,” He felt like a kid all over again, about to be shown this trick that would change his life, it probably was going to be a cruel prank, spray air into his eyes. But he hoped it would cast something on him, maybe change a different color? Either way Stuart wanted it to be real so bad.
So, he stared right into it. Eyes lost within the endless downward spiral of it, if you looked at it right it just kept going and going and going and going and –
What was he thinking again? Right, how pretty the spiral was, it almost melted into the back of his head, it was hard to keep focus on it considering it kept moving back and forth, but it wasn’t overly distracting, actually it made it even better to really sink into.
“Doin’ alright there, Dents? Enjoyin’ the magic show?” Murdoc’s laugh didn’t even register with Stuart, he just nodded. Everything felt so light, he let his shoulders relax as he sunk into the couch, still transfixed.
“M’ head feels funny,” His words came out slowly, partially slurred. He couldn’t see exactly what Murdoc was doing, but he could just feel his eyes on him.
“That’s the whole point, it feels nice though, yeah?” Everything felt so far away as he kept staring, mouth going agape, a little bit of drool staring to pool. Stuart didn’t even notice the unzipping of Murdoc’s pants.
“That’s it, nice and deep aren’t ye’, Dents? Can’t even move, it’s nice not to move, hm? All relaxed and malleable, ‘uh?” Stuart felt a wave of calm rush over him, this was better than any drug he had done before.
“Uhm…yeah, yes,” Murdoc’s free hand moved into Stuart’s hair, pulling him in closer.
“How about a yes master, think you can do that?” That dug into his brain, it felt so right.
“Yes, master,” Stuart’s brain was completely gone by that point, everything was unfocused besides from Murdoc, and with a snap of his fingers, he got on his knees. Each word wasn’t his but instead an extension of what Murdoc wanted of him.
Murdoc beamed down at him, unzipping his pants, his cock swayed right in front of Stuart’s face, he didn’t even need the pendulum, his cock was so mesmerizing, so pretty and…it was everything in his whole world.
“Give it a taste, Dents,” Murdoc guided his head forward, “Give me a lil’ worship,” Worship, he could certainly do that.
Stuart wrapped his bony hands around Murdoc’s cock, licking it like a dog at a food bowl, he couldn’t focus on him at all, the world was blurry and hazy, covered in this layer of pink tint. But it didn’t matter, all his brain was screaming to do was to make Murdoc – his everything, the only thing that mattered, feel good and wanted and loved.
“Ah..such a good boy, ye’ look pretty when ye aren’t arguing with me,' ' His hair was pulled at that, mouth immediately filled up with Murdoc’s cock, if he was lucid he would have reacted, coughed a little bit and sputtered. Instead, Stuart just closed his eyes and softly moaned around it. His insides felt warm, loins burning hot as he began to rut against Murdoc’s Cuban heel.
For a moment, the trance was broken when Stuart began to feel Murdoc’s cock throb, pre leaking into his mouth. He tried to pull away, the dizziness gone –
“Enough of that, back under you go,” Once again that pendulum was in his face again, he didn’t even need to swing it about, immediately his brain shut off just by looking at it. Stuart’s resistance drained out of his cock once he went back into trance.
Murdoc pulled out of his mouth, breath hot as he laid Stuart on his back, picking up his twig-like legs and hoisting them over his shoulders.
“W - What are you doin’?” It wasn’t a question out of concern, but instead out of obligation.
“Gonna fuck you, what do you think? Really are dumb if you can’t even tell what I’m doin’, I don’t mind it, I like ye better this way,” Somehow that all made perfect sense to Stuart, he sighed and relaxed, even as the cold air hit his ass.
Once he started pushing in, however, that was a different story. A switch went off in his mind and he gave into pleasure almost instantly, Stuart’s mouth open as he whined loudly. Being full felt nice, especially by Murdoc, it was as if he was made to be inside of him, the more he pounded him, the deeper his mind sank into the pink slime that coated the bottom of his subconscious, it felt good to sink further, to give in completely and just be controlled.
“Who do you belong to, Dents?” Murdoc said, it was far away in Stuart’s mind, but he knew the answer.
“You,” He choked out, before collapsing into a desperate frenzy of Murdoc’s name, over and over again as his cock was crammed in further.
“Good boy, ah…fuck me, you trying to drain all the cum out of me, Dents? Dirty little apostle you are,” That word, apostle, it stuck in his head so well, the perfect phrase to describe him. He was chosen by Murdoc after all, to be his and to spread him, to –
Murdoc snapped his fingers, and Stuart came, harder than he ever had in his entire life, body spasming and thrashing as drool went down his face. Usually it would be a one and done deal, a few seconds of bliss with a nice aftermath, but it didn’t stop, his body kept going, the feeling almost endless, like staring at the ocean, the horizon seeming as if the blue would go on for the rest of time.
And with that, he was thrown off to the side, Stuart could barely feel the cum leaking out of him, but once he did see it at least, Murdoc gave him this look. He didn’t even need to speak, Stuart pressed his face into the discarded semen from his hole and began to lick at it desperately, Murdoc’s nasally laugh overtook the room, but it didn’t matter, this is what he wanted, right?
“I wasn’t expectin’ all that to work, must really been suggestable, huh?” Stuart nodded, he didn’t know what he was even saying, but he felt like he had to respond, to be good for Murdoc.
Murdoc patted his knees, the sound of his bones cracking obvious, immediately Stuart crawled over, and once he did, Murdoc’s hands pressed up against his cheeks, cupping him…softly.
“Really deep in trance, aren’t you? Aw…I don’t wanna have to take you out of it, you look so desperate,” Murdoc’s nails sunk into Stuart’s skin, “But I gotta, don’t want you rememberin’ this either, can you do that for me and not remember?”
Once Stuart nodded, Murdoc snapped his fingers again.
“W…what happened?” Why was he on the ground? Stuart looked up at Murdoc who had a smug grin on his face.
“You passed out, that’s what happened! Made a mess everywhere too, go get a towel and clean it up, not my fault you can’t handle the things I show you,” Murdoc huffed before sitting down on the couch.
“I…alright,” Stuart rubbed his head, when he got up the world felt different, like something was stuck on the back of his head permanently. There was something in some way, Stuart wouldn’t ever figure that out though, Murdoc preferred him to be unaware until he’d snap his fingers again and watch all the power drain from his body as he’d get down on his knees and worship.