The Crying Game: Prologue
by Fahrenheit80
The beast called Time was still running. Carl knew that nothing could stop it as he tried so many times to keep up with its speed to no avail. At age 68 he looked back on a life full of hardship and sorrow. He worked various jobs to support his family. A few of them required hard labor, pushing his body to the brink of physical collapse. As a result he was in frail health when he retired. His doctor was sure that he wouldn’t reach his 70s. But Carl told to himself that it was worth the effort because his sacrifice allowed his children to get the education they needed to have a better life. And they did become respectable people. At the end Carl and his wife couldn’t be happier at the sight of the successful lives their children had. They became lawyers, doctors and architects and loving parents to their grandchildren who would never experience financial troubles.
Sadly, everything became meaningless the day Carl had to bury his dear wife. He lost her to an illness that made her suffer until death finally released her from the shell that was once the body of a beautiful and kind-hearted woman. Carl was devastated. He didn’t want to leave her side and held her in his arms. Her last words to him were nothing but words of love. And when she died a part of him turned into stone. His children and grandchildren tried their best to ease his pain. But they were powerless against the black hole in his heart that prevented him to feel anything but agony.
For the next 3 years Carl was a broken man and there was nothing that could fix him. His health deteriorated dramatically. Every day he asked death to pay him a visit. When the first sun light woke him up great sadness overcame him as he realized that he was still separated from his dear wife. And when he laid himself to sleep he hoped for a dream that would take him away to the land his heart and soul was waiting for him.
However, a strange twist of fate would keep him away from the day Carl and his wife would finally celebrate their reunion. It all started when his daughter handed him a plant she purchased during a business trip. She didn’t know that it was the last time she would see her father the way he was as the plant actually grew from the body of Mariella, a powerful and vengeful witch. Three hundred years ago she was murdered by the man whose child she was carrying. He lured her into the woods and beat her while she begged him to stop for the sake of their unborn child. But her pleadings fell on deaf ears. The moment Mariella took her last breath and the heart of her child stopped beating she cursed everybody who found true love. Her remains were buried in a shallow grave deep in the woods and became the soil of the plant Carl was now taking care of.
The first night was soaked in pain. Carl was unable to move and he couldn’t speak. Was it the end? Would he finally meet his wife again? He hoped so. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Mariella’s curse had found its latest victim.
The plant’s scent was filling the room, crawling on the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling like a swarm of cockroaches. Before Carl knew what was happening he found himself in an erotic dream. He was lying in a king-size bed. Hands came out from nowhere. They were touching him, tearing his clothes apart and stroking every part of his body. And then someone kissed him on his lips.
When Carl woke up he was in a good mood. His children and grandchildren and his whole neighborhood were stunned. They couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw Carl walking down the street and whistling a joyful melody. Did he finally found new courage to face life?
The second night his erotic dream became more vivid. Again, hands were touching his body. And he could sense the person’s presence who kissed him last night. He tried to get a glimpse of the person’s face. But it was too dark to see anything except of blue eyes that glowed like diamonds.
“Who are you,” Carl asked the stranger.
“You will know soon enough,” was the stranger’s answer. His voice was alluring. There was a sound that made Carl shiver.
The stranger gave him another kiss.
“Please don’t,” Carl begged. “I’m a married man.”
“Your wife is gone,” the stranger whispered into his ear. “Don’t let your heart remain in darkness. You’ve suffered long enough.”
With those words Carl responded to his kiss. He put his hands on the stranger’s cheeks and put his tongue into his mouth. It didn’t matter to him that the stranger was actually a man. At that moment he was unable to think straight.
The next morning Carl didn’t recognized that he lost ten years of age. Moreover, he didn’t think of his wife anymore. Unknowingly to him and the people around him, Mariella’s curse was transforming him into a new man who was selfish and vain.
After the seventh night Carl was 28 again. His body was muscular. Arms and legs were like tree-trunks. His pecs were incredible and his abs were solid. The beard he was once proud of was now a manicured scruff and the eyebrows he didn’t give a dam were well-plucked. Within a short period of time Carl became a muscle hunk. There were no signs of a life full of hardship and sorrow. Instead, Carl was a man who lived life to the fullest. Sadly, his memories of his wife, his children and grandchildren were replaced during his transformation. He lost every attachment to them as they were now strangers.
In the eighth night Carl saw the man who visited him in his dreams for the first time. The moment their eyes met Carl’s new persona was almost complete. Just one thing had to be done.
“Now, open your heart,” his dream lover said to him.
Carl couldn’t help himself but to bow down to his demands. He turned around and let him have his way with him. His dream lover’s tool entered him with full force, filling him completely. Of course, it hurt. But the pain quickly subsided as his dream lover started pounding mercifully into his tight hole. Carl moaned. He didn’t realize that his voice changed dramatically with every thrust that pushed him further to his boiling point. All of the sudden Carl adopted something what people called gay lisp. And there were other things happening to him. His navel, nipples and earlobes were pierced. His shoulders and arms were covered with a black tribal tattoo. And his mind was filled with thoughts of the latest fashion trend, clothes he wanted to buy and men of different sizes and colors who would fuck him brainless.
Carl and his dream lover reached climax at the same time. After that his old self was forever gone.
When Carl woke up he left his home, withdrew all the money from his bank account and moved to another town, far away from the people who truely loved him. The only thing he took along was the plant that contained the wrath of Mariella, the witch who was betrayed by the man she believed to be her true love three hundred years ago. In the dark place her restless spirit remained she laughed and couldn’t wait to see more of Carl’s new exciting life as a gay promiscuous man. At the same time Carl’s wife cried bitter tears, praying for a miracle that would release her husband from Mariella’s curse.
“Please, God, save his soul,” that was all she wished for.