The Crying Game
by Fahrenheit80
Within a few months Carl became notorious in the gay party world. Every men and even women were drawn to his masculinity and boyish charm. Carl, for one, didn’t miss out on anything. Every night he went out he was sure to have one or more companions to spend a few hours of intense fucking.
The clubs around the world recognized his potential as a magnet for visitors. They paid a high amount of money to hire him as a go-go boy and male stripper for just one night. The tickets for his performances were sold out in an instant. There was even a black market that benefited from selling false memorabilia. In short, Carl was a secure investment. During his road to success he gained an ever-growing fan base – or to be more precise, a lot of fuck buddies. As a result, Carl became picky. If there was a man he was interested in the object of his desire didn’t hesitate to spend with him a night full of pleasure. Even straight men couldn’t resist him.
Carl could have every man he wanted. His greatest conquest, however, was a highly respected leader of a group of Christian fundamentalists. His name was Thomas William Purvis. He thought he was straight as an arrow. But he was mistaken. When Thomas met Carl for the first time he had just celebrated his 35th birthday with his wife and their four children who were raised to hate homosexuals as they were impure in the eyes of God. Little did the devout man know that he would soon embrace a lifestyle he always tried to erase from the face of the world. Carl laid his eyes on him when he accidentally saw him leading a demonstration against a gay couple who wanted to marry in the same church they were baptized. When the demonstration escalated into a riot between Christian fundamentalists and members of the LGTB community Carl took his chances to make his moves. When the people around them turned to violence Carl reached out to Thomas. He pulled him in a dark alley. There he didn’t waste time and put his tongue into the mouth of the shocked man. Thomas tried to push the muscular hunk away but Carl who locked him in a tight embrace was physically stronger than him. The first feeling that hit him was fear. Then a sensation he never experienced before ran through his body. Kissing a man wasn’t bad at all. To be honest, the lips of a man tasted better than those of a woman. Soon, Thomas was overcome with lust. He never felt that way before and, to his own surprise, he liked it. His tongue responded to Carl’s. They played, explored and exchanged their saliva. The kiss alone was mind-blowing. It opened the heart and soul of a man that was trapped in his tiny little world. And all of the sudden, it stopped.
“No,” Thomas said breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” was Carl’s answer. “It’s just the beginning.” Carl went down. He unzipped the Thomas’s trousers, pulled down his underwear and drew his beautiful member that never experienced a blowjob from a man into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” Thomas moaned. In front of his eyes there was a star shower. His heart was beating relentlessly against his chest. Thomas William Purvis was definitely in heaven. How could he ever be against men who could give him pleasure beyond his imagination? And why didn’t he try it out sooner? Thomas was sure that it wasn’t the last time he would be with a man. His mind was released from the bonds of his fundamental belief. He was now facing a new world he was eager to explore.
After Carl swallowed every drop of his tasty juice, he gave him the choice whether to go back to his old life or to follow him. Thomas thought of it for a while. After all, he was a husband and a father. If he chose to go down the same road Carl was riding he would have to leave his family since they would never accept the lifestyle he wanted to adopt. But if he didn’t take the risk he would miss something out that he couldn’t banish from his life anymore. He loved his wife and children. However, Carl unleashed his desire to be the man he believed he was destined to be. At the end, Thomas took Carl’s hand and allowed him to lead the way.
On that day Thomas William Purvis the leader of a group of Christian fundamentalists disappeared. In the next months, he invented a new persona who was only known as Tommy among gay men. During that time Carl taught him things that were exciting and drew him further into the world of man-to-man-sex, ruling out every possibility to return to his old life.
First, Tommy had to change his appearance. Carl put him on a rigorous diet and scheduled a training program that would allow him to decrease his fat and to put on a great amount of muscles. It took Tommy six months to gain a six-pack. But it was worth the effort as Tommy never looked better. And then, Carl showed him how to dress. The boring clothes he once preferred were replaced with clothes that perfectly showed off his muscular body and were considered as saucy by many people. Instead of boxer-shorts he wore jock-straps, instead of cloth trousers he wore skintight jeans or leather pants and instead of white shirts he wore white tank tops. He even developed a liking for accessories such as leather arm bands, gauntlets, rings and necklaces. When Tommy finally had the body Carl had in mind for him he was taken to a tattoo shop to have his arms and shoulders covered with tribal markings, and to get his earlobes, nipples and navel pierced. After that Tommy’s transformation was almost complete. There was nothing left of the man who once lobbied against gay rights. In his place there was a muscle hunk who regularly went to the clubs to hunt down gay men for a night of pleasure. Carl taught him how to hit on guys and to suck cocks. The night Tommy was mercilessly fucked for the first time, he knew that he tended to be more of a bottom. He only took over the active part when he spent the night with Carl. And he loved to have sex with him. However, it always broke his heart that Carl didn’t feel the same way he did.
Since the day they first met Tommy had fallen in love with his teacher. But it was a one-side love because Carl’s heart was cold as ice thanks to Mariella’s curse. Every time when they had sex Tommy whispered to him, “I love you more than anything else in the entire world.”
But Carl’s only respond was, “I’m happy for you.”
Those words were like thousands arrows thrusting his chest. Sometimes Tommy cried bitter tears. “Why are you so cruel,” he sobbed and left their bedroom to sleep on the couch.
As time flew Carl became more and more curious about his inability to feel love. One night he went to the bathroom and asked his mirror image, “Am I a monster?”
To be honest, he didn’t expect to hear an answer to his question. But it was inevitable because on that night the spirit of his dead wife tried to reach out to him. “My dear, don’t lose hope,” her voice said to him.
Carl was shocked. “Who is there,” he shouted and looked around. However, he was alone. Well, he thought he was. When he looked back into the mirror he saw the transparent spirit of his dead wife, dressed in a white gown.
“Who are you?” He didn’t remember her. Mariella’s curse had erased all the memories of his old life. Before he became her latest victim he was a respected father of five children and grandfather to ten grandchildren. Moreover, he was a husband who grieved over the death of his soul mate.
“I am your guardian angel,” the spirit told him.
“I must be dreaming.”
“Yes, my dear, you do. But you’re trapped in a nightmare. If you wake up, you will regain your heart back.”
“My heart?”
“My dear, it’s locked away by a vengeful soul called Mariella. Because you found true love she did that to you.”
“A vengeful soul?” Carl didn’t believe her. Her words really sounded ridiculous to a man of modern time. He wanted to laugh. “Yeah, right.”
The spirit shed a tear. “Please, my dear, try to remember. There are people who need you.”
An image flashed through Carl’s mind. It was a scene of a hospital. There was a young woman, lying in bed, carrying her newborn child. She looked up to him and said with a peaceful smile, “Welcome your son.”
“No,” Carl shouted, and with his fist he broke the mirror.
The spirit covered her face with her hands and disappeared. “Please, my dear, you have to break the curse. Or else, we won’t find peace.”
“Shut up!”
“I love you…”
In the meantime Mariella couldn’t help herself but to laugh. Now the spirit of Carl’s wife wanted to interfere in her search for vengeance.
“Alright”, she said. “Let’s see who will win the game. You or me?” Mariella turned around. And there she was: Her new enemy, Carl’s dead wife.
The spirit begged: “Stop your evil schemes before it’s too late.“
“Never!”
“Why can’t you let the past behind you? When you were still alive your heart was full of love.”
“Yes, but at the end I was betrayed by my own heart.”
“That’s not true,” the spirit told her. “Try to remember.”
“Go away,” Mariella shouted and casted her out of the dark place that trapped her soul for three hundred years. “You will never understand the pain I’m enduring! I’m suffering more than every man and woman in the world! My wounds won’t heal until I get my revenge!”