A Warlock on Santa Monica Blvd.
by Wordshop
Time Period:�� �August 1977
He was young and his appearance was not what one would have expected for one with such power.� He stood about 5'9" tall and he weighed about 140 pounds.� He was fair of skin and he was blonde of hair and blue of eye.� He had been blessed with an erection that hardened to about 8 inches and whether it was a blessing or not was not clear, but the same genes that gave him the penis also gave him a beard he had to shave constantly and heavy body hair.� The interesting thing about this was that it was all such a light ash blonde color that it was not really obvious unless he was standing in your presence naked.
He lived in a huge mansion at the top of the Hollywood hills that had many decades ago been owned by a romantic star of the Silent Screen.� The home was typical of it's period in that it boasted generous square footage with a certain monolithic quality while retaining enough warmth in appearance to not appear out of place.
Training in the arts had been a family tradition that had gone back hundreds of years and he was no exception.� In spite of the opulence in which he lived he did work for a living for one of the major studios and he paid his own way.� His parents, still living, had like this young man led normal lives for the most part.� When a particularly attractive circumstance came along they had relocated back to Long Island Sound to a huge mansion nearly triple the size of that of their Son.� He was 24 years old and because of his incredible common sense and his powerful ability to defend himself in ways not imaginable to mortal men his parents knew he would be safe.
He was in his bedroom preparing for an evening in West Hollywood.� The television was on and on it was a commercial that he found very entertaining.� The strum of a Spanish guitar chord revealed an actor now in his waning years advertising the new Chrysler Cordoba, with "Corinthian Leather".�� The young man loved cars and had a collection both newer and vintage.� The strange thing was that all were black, but the vehicles he loved were all quite different.�� He had two Chryslers, he had a Cordoba in Diamondfire Black metallic and he had a brand-new 1978 New Yorker Brougham sedan.� Both had black leather interiors.� There was a Dodge Pickup and there was a Jeep.�� All were Black on Black.� �In the back of the monstrous Garage was a 1940 Cadillac Series 90 V-16 Limousine that had belonged to another movie star now deceased of decades past.� It was nice and drive-able, but it was not yet restored.
He was a quiet young man, he was like any other young man, and, if one were at one of the gay watering holes in the Los Angeles area, anyone meeting him would have thought him to just be an average nice guy.� He was not a show off in spite of his incredible wealth, he was conservative and though he wanted to have his fun, he wanted to have that fun without attracting attention he did not want from anyone else.�
The funny thing was that on this particular evening, he did not really want to take the time of a bar, money was no object and he simply wanted to have some sex and then return home to go to bed, maybe tomorrow, Saturday night he would feel differently and in the mood for interaction, but this was Friday and maybe just a small subsidy to one of the local hustlers populating Santa Monica Blvd would be what would work.� He had to find something that attracted him.� If he felt that this would not work, he would hit the various areas known to those cruising for sex and simply find something from one of the bars with the "terminal hots".�
A few minutes later he was winding down the streets from the hills on the West Hollywood/Beverly Hills border.� He had decided on the Cordoba this evening simply because in all honesty the seat was such that he could cop a feel more easily and work on turning on his catch before he did the deed.� He could use "the arts" for that if he wanted to, but, he always tried to refrain and do things naturally if he could.��
His first pass took him from Doheny all the way West to Highland Avenue then up for a quick check of Selma then back to Cahuenga and back down to Santa Monica Blvd.� There were some hustlers out, but there was nothing that really attracted him.�� When that failed he headed down to Melrose and checked out the small active area there.�� It was still too early for that one. . .�� It was still before midnight and the only thing left to do was to kill some time.� He headed back west towards the area of bars along Santa Monica and then a little bit farther West towards the Adult Book Store.� Who knows he could get lucky in the bookstore itself.� He knew the clerk that was on duty at the time and gave him a greeting.��
He walked through a partition door into the adult section of the store and another familiar face greeted him.� This guy was tall and slender.� He did prowl the boulevard on occasion when his income as an artist did not pay the bills.� He was not what one would call a real "Sex for Rent".�� There were some memories from a past encounter that were pleasant.�� He had long honey blonde hair that was beyond shoulder length and what was a surprise in his memory was that he had never seen a fellow of this description that was so extremely hairy.�� The penis was about average and was not the most attractive, but it was serviceable. They had tricked a few times and though both seemed to always know that the other was available if there were no alternatives, tonight would not be a repeat performance.
He had not dressed for the bars in any manner.� He wanted sex not interaction and that was all he wanted.� His "I want sex wardrobe" leaned more towards a level that indicated money and capability while at the same time playing up the best features without being trashy.
At about 1:30 A.M. he looked at his watch and thought that getting back in the Cordoba would be a great idea and taking another look around.�� By the time he made all the rounds, again he decided to head a few miles more to the West and he would check out a residential area called Rangely Avenue.�� It was a residential area that had become a third cruising ground, but at the same time there were a mix of residents.� Those that were gay found that sex in their front yard was very convenient, but there were other residents in that area that did not appreciate the noise or the traffic between 1:30 and 3:30 A.M.� The disgruntled ones usually ended up calling the West Hollywood Sheriff's and there would then be a "raid" on that area.�
Rangely was not a hit either, so the bookstore was the next destination again.� At this point there were people out and cruising was in full swing.� He would turn right on Harper, Left on �Romaine and Left again on LaJolla.�� If the crowd was good, he had a few other routes to not raise the ire of the residents of the area.
The Cordoba was, as cars go, dead quiet and for some reason it was a car that did not seem to attract the attention of the local Sheriff's Deputies either.� Though this young man had never used the "arts" to cloak his presence, it just seemed that the local law enforcement boys were too busy zapping Z-28's, Corvettes and other cars with a far more pronounced exhaust note.
The young man had been dealing with hustlers over the past two years since his parents had relocated.� Every once in a while he would run into a "bad boy" but, his skill at a family tradition of many generations always placed them quickly as the "loser" in the deal.�� The idea was no permanent harm, but, he would teach them a lesson that they would never forget.� Usually, after their encounter there would be some effects that would last a while to let them know that it was not a dream, and that maybe they needed to consider another way to earn money or a fast way to get out of town.� Usually, the fast way out of town appeared to be what happened.� He rarely saw any of the "bad boys" a second time.
Sometimes, a person truly in need would receive a gift from the young man.� He was in fact more anxious to give gifts to those in need than he was to use the arts in a negative connotation.���
It was a warm Summer night so he turned the radio on the Cordoba down to where it would really not be audible outside the car.� He saw a figure again walking along Romaine that he had seen in the light up near the bookstore on Santa Monica Blvd.�� This guy had some potential, he appeared to have at one point or another spent some time in a gym and though it was not excessive nor would it qualify as bodybuilder territory, �there was potential in this one, and the young man decided to drive a very short distance out of the cruising area and park in such a manner that the potential sex partner could see.��
It took about five minutes for "Mr. Maybe" to get to the passenger side of the car and he was attractive enough to merit some dialog.� After the fellow had entered the car the dialog began to change in ways that made the young man uncomfortable.� A little probing of the mind found this was indeed another "bad boy" out to hurt and victimize.� As the fellow began to change into his "rip you off mode" the young man had already summoned up what he needed to have some fun with his defense.� At that moment the "bad boy" reached across and grabbed the keys from the ignition of the car.� Within seconds two things happened.� The first one was that "bad boy" was now immobilized.� The young man was very kind and reassuring as he removed his car keys from the hand of the one that had only a few seconds ago made a rather fatal mistake.�� The young man was actually very kind as he began to give some instructions to the man who would have done him harm.
"You could have had a great time tonight, and sadly I find out some things." "First off you're straight and out to hurt people."� "Next off you are trying to get some quick money to get out of town, based on what you did to a "John" up on Sunset Blvd."� "By now, of course you have noticed that you're not the one in control any more."� "Right now, there are two L.A.P.D. units at the Stardust Motel up on Sunset." " They have raided room number sixteen."� Oh, I am so sorry, that is the room right next door to where your girlfriend was staying."� "It is a shame that she decided to insert herself in and get herself arrested for interference isn't it."� "When they fingerprint her, those prints as you yourself well know were all over the car of the man you and she together robbed and beat."� "She's already gone and when she gets into holding, she is going to sing about you like a canary."� "The act itself was not very smart was it?"� "But that is not the issue really, I need to have my fun with you and I intend to do just that."� "Right now, the fact is that I seem to know so much about you and the only thing you know is that you're sitting in the seat of a car unable to move."� "I understand that you go by the name "Buddy" up on Sunset."� "Well `Buddy' as you can see, I can do whatever I want and you can no longer do anything."� "Buddy, have you ever heard the term `Warlock ?"�� "Well I can assure you of two things, the first is that they are very real, and the second as you may have already figured out is that you have met one."� "It's kind of sad Buddy, you could have had the best sex you've ever had in your entire life."� "Now the fun is going to be exclusively mine."� "You've always bullied your way through life Buddy, the thing I have not decided yet is exactly which of my many little fetishes you are going to fulfill tonight."� "Let's get going, shall we?"� I think you might like to see the sights of Santa Monica tonight."� "The drive out the boulevard to the beach will be really nice."� "In Los Angeles alone there are about a thousand people just like me."� "Buddy, about two hundred and fifty of that thousand or about one quarter of us are gay."� "I am not much of a joiner, to speak, but we have our own coven." "Interesting isn't it, I'll bet you never thought about the possibility of a gay Warlock before."� "The lights are really nice aren't they?"� "I am going to give you back a few things, but remember that I can take them away again or far worse should you raise any kind of a fuss!"� You can now move your head and you can now speak softly Buddy."� "Sorry that you still can't move, but the main reason for that is your own safety."� "If you tried to bolt out of the car you could get hurt badly in your attempt to escape."� "The one thing you're going to have tonight Buddy is fun."� "Like I said Buddy, you're going to have the best sex of your entire life, and you are going to just love it." �"On the way back, we are going to take a little detour and you are going to have more fun than you ever imagined."�
"Buddy, you have been so very quiet, I told you that you could speak as long as you did so softly?"�
"What . . .What. . .err you gonna do ta me?"
"Buddy, right now I am having a great deal of fun with the chemical makeup of your body."� "In a few minutes after that is completed, we will start on the real fun."
"Please don't hurt me. . ."
"You are not going to suffer any permanent damage Buddy, in fact a little attitude adjustment is going to make you extremely popular where you are going."�
"You ever been fucked Buddy?"�
"N�N�N�Na Na Never."� "I got a big dick and I love to fuck chicks, but I never been fucked!"�
"Buddy, well tonight is your night!"� "You're going to get fucked into absolute oblivion!"��
"I . . .I . . . Can't!"
"Buddy, You're going to have the best time you've ever had and in fact you are going to be squirting more cum in this encounter tonight than you ever have in the past.�
"Please don't touch me. . ."
"Buddy, for a guy who is so terrified of having a good time you certainly are getting hard, aren't you?"� "I thought you said you had a big dick Buddy, yours is smaller than mine."
"I. . .I'm scared and I'm getting hard. . .I don't understand?"
"Buddy is that the best you can do with a hard-on?"� "That dick of yours is maybe seven inches tops, I've got eight and tonight with you maybe it will be a great deal bigger."�
"Oh fuck. . .I'm getting harder!"�
"Well Buddy as I said tonight is going to be very special for you!"
"Damn, my dick is getting so fucking hard it hurts!"� "Make it stop!"
"Well Buddy haven't you ever heard the saying: "No Pain, No gain!"�
"Oh God, it hurts so bad make it stop!"�
"As the skin begins to stretch for you, the pain will begin to ease!"
"Oh God, I am so sorry, please make it stop!"� "If you take me to the Police Station I'll turn myself in!"� " Please make it stop!"
"Buddy my friend, in truth you don't want it to stop!"� "As time goes on, the pain you're feeling is going to be the best pain you've ever had."� "As the evening progresses you are going to see why, and believe me you're gonna like it!" "It's already beginning to work Buddy, look down at your dick!"� "Notice that the pain is changing into a weird tingling sensation Buddy, that is your dick starting to stretch."�
"I am beginning to get horny!� Oh Goddamn!� Oh Fuck!� Oh Shit!� This is really fucked up!"
"Buddy, I am going to make a slight alteration for your comfort, would you like that?"
"Yes, Yes Please, my dick hurts so bad, if makes it hurt less, please do it!"
"Ok Buddy, your dick is now riding down your left pant leg, and I enlarged the upper leg slightly to give that nice dick of yours some room to take on a life of its own."
"Take on a life of its own? I don't understand!"�
"After tonight Buddy, your dick is going to be very important to you!"
"I still don't understand."
"Look out at the Pacific Ocean Buddy, isn't it nice, we will be back in town in an hour or so and then the fun will really start."
"I still don't understand."
"Buddy, the beauty of it is that you don't have to really understand."� "It will come to you in time and in all reality as I probe your mind even more I am beginning to feel sorry for you."� "The drug habit's were the reason you rolled the John on Sunset."� "Sad Buddy, you fucked up and got yourself hooked didn't you?"� "We will fix that and because I feel sorry for you I am going to give you a way not only out of town, but out of the country."� "You're going to pay dearly, but again the time you will spend in South America will do you good."
"Buddy, for your own safety, you are going to enjoy some conversation, the view and the trip back in Sunset Boulevard into the hills, but when the car stops in the garage, you are going to have no memory of where we were or where we went after Santa Monica."� "It is not my intention to scare you, and I am really proud of you right now."� "As you become more and more sexually excited you are going to turn into the biggest male slut and whore that ever walked down Santa Monica Boulevard."�
"Oh God!� Don't make me a faggot!� I can't be a faggot!� "Oh Please!"�
"Buddy, just don't think about it and relax!"�
"I'm so fucking scared!"�
"Do you want me to help you relax?"
"I'm so scared, I guess that would be OK."
"Looks like you're getting a little sleepy Buddy."
"I feel a little better."
"Feel your dick Buddy, feel how hard it is!"
"Oh fuck, c. . . c. . .can you touch me like you did earlier?"
"I think we can arrange that."
The young man repeatedly felt the rock hard dick down his conquest's left leg.� It was as hard as a steel bar and it was indeed beginning to stretch.� His conquest was allowed to move just slightly and a subconscious command had him slide a few inches toward the man driving.� The young man drove on with his left hand and as he massaged the rock hard dick and balls with his right, the conquest started to lose control and began to moan softly as his fires were being built to a roaring blaze inside.
The young man made a left turn off of Sunset Blvd and began the long wind up into the hills.� As the young man continued to drive, the massage of the swelling package started the conquest leaking pre-cum.�� His production was already amped up, but as the evening proceeded it would become ridiculous in quantity, but, where he was going this would be an asset.
The young man did not usually help a "bad boy" but there was something really pitiful about Buddy.� The mind probe had revealed that he had been talked into this by the equally addicted hooker girlfriend and the act had taken place while both were high on drugs.�� It was obvious to him that Buddy was not really as "bad" as he first thought.�
The growth in Buddy's package was still in a very slow phase, because doing what the young man wanted to do would be too much of a mind bender.� Buddy psychologically could not cope with the scope of his powers.� He wanted fun not a complete and total nut case when it was over.� As Buddy became compliant and accepting he would start having the real fun.
Buddy was still moaning and purring like a cat in heat, as they neared the address.�
"Buddy, you will need to go to sleep for just a few minutes my friend it's time for nighty night and lights out!"�
"OK."� "OOOOOHHHHH� I feel real sleepy, mind if I take a little nap?"
"That will be just great Buddy!"
Buddy's head nodded back against the headrest of the car and he simply dropped off to sleep. A few seconds later, the touch of a remote control activated the gates to a large mansion and two huge wrought iron gates with two gargoyles and mid-evil looking lamps on each side opened slowly.� The black Cordoba in virtual silenced wound up the drive and pulled into a lower level parking garage.�