O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

The Drum (hypno)

by z119z

The fight is to the death. Above a rocky desert landscape beneath a dark, pitiless sun, the amber-eyed devil Encarno, his leathery wings folded tight against his body, launches his scarlet body in a rolling dive through the air at The Drum. Again and again, he rakes his flame-tipped trident over the superhero’s body, shredding The Drum’s skintight costume. The tattered rags cling to The Drum’s sweaty body. Bloody trails mark the paths of the razor-sharp tines. The tumescent phallic barb at the end of the devil’s tail flails at the muscular thighs of The Drum. Its very touch sears the superhero’s flesh, pockmarking his naked legs with red welts. Screams written in an angular, Japanese-looking script blast from The Drum’s mouth as the barb inches slowly up his legs, getting closer and closer to the balls that dangle so enticingly below his groin. In the next row of panels, Encarno’s tail whips around The Drum’s body, and the barb takes aim at The Drum’s ass. The barb plunges into The Drum’s crack, charging toward his tender hole. With a great cry, The Drum flexes his glutes and grinds them together. Too late the demon realizes his mistake. In his haste to harpoon The Drum, he has entrapped himself in the pneumatic embrace of The Drum’s muscular butt. Encarno screams an agonized “NOoooo.” The Drum triumphantly shouts “Yessssssss.” His right fist punches Encarno’s jaw. Fragments of teeth and spatters of blood erupt from Encarno’s mouth. A blow from The Drum’s left fist drives a hole through Encarno’s chest. The battle rages over the next four panels. In the last frame on the page, the victorious, battle-scarred Drum stands astride the remnants of Encarno’s smoking corpse, holding aloft a wing ripped from Encarno’s body. The devil’s tail lies flaccid and spent on the ground, its barb deflated.

*****

The graphic novelist known only as Axel to his legion of followers rubbed his tired eyes with the tips of his fingers. His eyeballs felt dry and gritty beneath the lids. After nearly ten hours of sitting in front of his computer screen producing panel after panel of The Drum’s next installment, his eyes ached. He pushed himself back from his desk, slid open the glass doors that formed the outside wall of the room, and stepped out onto the deck. Beneath him, the hill dropped away to Highway 1, still busy with traffic even after midnight, and then the beach and the Pacific Ocean. The late night air was cool and damp. The floor of the deck was wet, and he smelled the distinctive odor of ozone overlaying the harsh, resinous scent of the manzanita brush on the hillside and the stench of exhaust fumes from the highway. It had rained earlier. He had been concentrating so hard on his work that he hadn’t even noticed. He stretched his body, suddenly aware of the cramps in his lower back. He had spent hours hunched over his work. He reminded himself, not for the first time, that he needed to take occasional breaks, to stand up and walk around and look at something else besides his drawings.

Axel massaged his lower back with his hands. It hurt even worse than usual. Luckily, he thought, the usual remedy would soon fix that. He stepped back inside, took a heavy crystal tumbler from the cabinet in the living room, and poured himself a finger’s worth of his favorite single-malt scotch. He paused for a second and then added another finger. The bottle claimed that the whiskey had been aged in oak for thirty years. The result was worth the wait. It was Axel’s way of rewarding himself for finishing another installment of The Drum—well almost finished, he corrected himself. He still had two pages to draw. It had been six pages since The Drum’s last orgasm, and that had taken place within the evil Doctor Elastrator’s laboratory deep within Mont Castré. The Drum had been attached to several diabolical machines that threatened to change his sex. “Your last orgasm,” the infernal doctor had chortled. “Enjoy it. You’ll thank me later for the memories.” The Drum’s orgasm had been so stupendous and accompanied by such energetic muscular contractions and such copious ejaculations of cum that it had demolished the machinery and derailed the doctor’s plans. Still, The Drum hadn’t fully enjoyed the orgasm—his mind had been occupied with escaping and defeating the bad guys, and he hadn’t given much thought to his pleasures. It was time for Axel to reward him for saving the universe once again.

The Drum had to find a sex partner, and they had to engage in tumultuous, muscular, gravity-defying, mind-blowing sex over the next two pages. All lovingly detailed by Axel in twelve panels, or perhaps sixteen if he were being particularly inventive of impossible positions, humongous, thick-veined cocks, multiple orgasms, and impressive amounts of thick jets of cum spurting over great distances.

Luckily he had already found the perfect partner for The Drum. Some kid in New York City—he appeared to be a college student—had posted nude pictures of himself on Xideo. A cute but masculine face combined with a tautly muscled body—he was just The Drum’s type, with a few modifications, of course. “Jonah” had uploaded four shots of himself, a full frontal, a rear view, and two candid pics that included the sides of his body. That was all Axel needed to create a template for this character.

Axel called the four pictures up on his computer and fed them into the object-creation program he had devised. Within seconds, the program analyzed the four shots and produced what appeared to be a three-dimensional image. Axel revolved the image checking it for faults. There were none. The program had seamlessly filled in the missing information and created a fully functional human being. Just a few tweaks and Jonah would be ready for The Drum. His thighs and biceps needed to be a tad larger and more pronounced. Axel clicked in the commands that darkened the shadows on Jonah’s body and made his muscles stand out more. He increased the size of the kid’s thighs by 5 percent and his biceps by 10 percent. Not much, just enough to attract The Drum’s attention. The big guy salivated over big, deeply ripped legs and arms. And the veins had to stand out. The Drum liked veins that popped out. Especially big veiny cocks. Jonah’s cock needed only a little enhancement, a couple of inches in length and another two inches in diameter—it would not be as large as The Drum’s, of course. But that was only as it should be. There should be no doubt in the reader’s mind that The Drum was the top dog.

Then there were the nipples. Jonah had such small, pale pink nipples. The Drum wouldn’t like those at all. Can’t disappoint The Drum, thought Axel. He enlarged the nipples and darkened the areoles around them. There, that was much better. Nipples for The Drum to play with. Oh, and the butt needed to be a bit rounder—perkier, inviting. The Drum liked prominent butts, butts that invited him to thrust his cock in and pound it in deeper and deeper, as Jonah squeezed it tightly between his . . .

“Getting ahead of myself,” thought Axel. His cock stirred and pushed against his shorts. “And too excited.” He tugged at the fabric to give his cock room. Released from the pressure, it deflated. Axel shrugged. “Too tired to do anything about that,” he yawned. The whiskey had made him sleepy. The clock showed 1:37 am. Time to go to bed. It had been a good day. He had accomplished a lot.

Another of his programs, the human form manipulator, would allow him to move Jonah realistically on the page. It was what set his work off from that of his competitors—his characters’ bodies looked natural, no matter how distorted by their huge muscles or how contorted by their physical feats. “Your drawings are so realistic” was the most common comment about his illustrated novels. It had taken hundreds of hours of programming to achieve that. The results were so lifelike that some readers thought that the drawings were photographs.

Axel saved the updated Jonah character and clicked on the icon to shut down the computer. With any luck, he would be able to finish the panels for the final two pages and tweak the entire book within four or five days, well before the deadline for this issue. The screen image immediately indicated that the computer had initiated the subroutine that would close all the programs and shut the machine off. Axel yawned again and left the room. It was another nineteen minutes before the last light on the machine winked out. By then Axel was already asleep.

*****

Three thousand miles away and three hours later by the clock, a virus buried deep within a computer activated. In the next room, Jonah Evans stirred restlessly in his sleep and dreamt for nineteen minutes. At the end, the brief thought that he had been having an odd dream almost reached his conscious mind. But he rolled over and went back to sleep. The dream drifted away and failed to lodge in his memory.

The alarm clock began buzzing at 6:00 am. Jonah groggily found the button and shut it off. He stretched lazily in bed. His right hand automatically reached for his morning wood to give it a few strokes. Just to say “hello” as he thought of it. As his fingers closed around his shaft, he sat up in surprise and tossed back the blanket and sheet. “I’m dreaming,” he thought. “This isn’t my cock. It’s too big.” But there, jutting straight up from the nest of black hair at the base of his abdomen and throbbing with insistent pleasure, was his cock. Indisputably his cock. But longer. And thicker.

He caught sight of himself in the full-length mirrors on the sliding doors of the closet. Something had happened to his body. His arms looked much bigger and more cut, and the veins stood out. He jumped out of bed and flexed his biceps. They were bigger. He hadn’t been imagining it. And his thighs. Fuck, they’re huge, he thought. He ground his right heel into the rug and twisted his right leg back and forth. The muscles leaped out, each one defined and sharply outlined. He turned his body sideways and then noticed his ass. It was beautiful. The sight filled him with giddy delight. “Yeah,” he shouted. “Fuck yeah. Way to go, Jonah.”

That new exercise routine the trainer had started him on at the gym was really working. He hadn’t expected the results to be noticeable for weeks, however. Wait until he showed Steve this. Maybe it was the supplements that Steve had sold him. Whatever it was, he liked the results. And his cock, nobody had ever said anything about a cock growing because of exercise. It must be the supplements. Nothing else could explain this overnight growth. He couldn’t wait to see what his body looked like after he finished his exercise routine, when his muscles were pumped and oxygenated from exercise.

He grabbed a jock strap and pulled it up. It caught on his new thighs, and he had to tug the jock, strap by strap, into place. But there was another problem. His new, enlarged package didn’t fit within the pouch of the strap. The tight elastic band at the top pinched the head of his cock painfully. He tried stuffing his cock down into the sack but just touching it made it swell. “To hell with it.” He tore the strap off impatiently and tossed it toward the dirty clothes basket. “I’ll just wear sweat pants.”

Jonah had to look at his new body again. He couldn’t take his eyes off his image in the mirror. “Fuck, I’m beautiful. Wait until Sara sees me. She won’t say no to me now.” Jonah leaned into the mirror and began bouncing his pecs. They were so sexy. And his nipples were larger now and darker. That must be another side-effect of the supplements and the growth in muscle size.

“Let me show you a better way to do that.”

Jonah whirled around. A huge man stood in the doorway to his bedroom. “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here? Get the fuck out of here.” Jonah tried to bluster but he couldn’t keep a frightened quaver out of his voice.

The man just smiled at him and stepped further into the bedroom. Fuck, he’s big, thought Jonah. Even despite the sudden rush of adrenalin coursing through his body, Jonah’s mind registered the man’s size. His chest had to be over 60 inches and his biceps close to 30. His thighs were immense and deeply cut. In fact, his entire body was ripped. The guy had an eight pack. It was then that Jonah realized that the man was nude—and huge. His cock was flaccid, but even so it measured a good ten inches.

“I am The Drum. You are my reward.”

“What the hell does that mean? Your reward. Get out of here. I’m calling the cops.”

In answer the man just smirked at Jonah. “No, you are not. You are my reward. You sent me your pictures. You invited me to come.”

This is crazy, thought Jonah. What does he mean by reward? And pictures. I never sent anyone my pictures. What’s he talking about?

“Here, this is how to bounce your pecs.” The Drum’s pecs began to rise and fall slowly. With each bounce, the man manipulated the pecs so that the nipples moved slowly in a circle. Jonah’s eyes were caught by the movement. He couldn’t focus on anything else. The darker area around the nipple was almost two inches in diameter, and the nipples extended straight out from The Drum’s chest for a half-inch. The pecs were hard mounds, separated by a deep channel. They jutted out over The Drum’s abdomen.

Jonah was so much shorter than The Drum that his eyes were level with The Drum’s chest. As The Drum moved closer and closer, first his pecs and then his nipples filled Jonah’s vision. Jonah’s eyes followed every movement. Up. Down. Right. Left.

“Just relax. You will enjoy this.” The Drum’s voice was deep and soft.

Jonah whimpered. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, don’t hurt me. I’m not gay. I’ve got some money. I’ll give you what I have.”

“I don’t need your money. And don’t worry about what you are or are not. I will make the decisions. You have no need to think.”

The Drum placed a hand on either side of Jonah’s head. Jonah felt a slight pressure against his skull. The Drum’s touch made him feel light-headed and weak. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it was very pleasant just to relax and let the man make the decisions. The man drew Jonah’s head toward his chest. Jonah sensed rather than knew what he had to do. His lips parted, and, with a moan of desire, he took the man’s right nipple into his mouth. The man’s chest was like a rock, but the nipple was softer and pliant. It seemed to fill his mouth. Jonah began licking it. It felt so good to run his tongue over the man’s pec, to feel the nipple bend and drag against his tongue and between his lips, to suck on the pec and pull as much of it as possible into his mouth. To touch the tip of the nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Harder. A little harder. Pull on the nipple with your lips.”

Jonah found himself complying. It all seemed so natural, just to do what the man said. A small voice in his mind objected, but it was almost as if that voice were walled away and watching what Jonah was doing like someone watching a movie or a TV show. A sense of pleasure and well-being flowed into his mouth and then throughout his body. His senses were heightened, and everything had more of an impact on him. Yet his body felt weak and almost numb. It was as if the man were holding him up. If the man were to release him, Jonah’s body would crumple to the floor.

When Jonah recalled the encounter later, what he remembered was a series of vignettes, almost as if the experience had been condensed into a succession of still photographs. He and the man would be in one scene, and then they would be in the next photograph. He could imagine what had to have happened to get from point A to point B, but all he could remember were A and B and not how they had moved from one point to the next.

A. The Drum’s arms tighten around Jonah’s body, imprisoning Jonah against his chest. Jonah sucks greedily on the nipple. It grows and fills his mouth. Jonah opens his lips as wide as he can and pulls the hard pec into his mouth. He hears himself whimpering with pleasure as he runs his tongue over the nipple. The Drum continues to flex his pecs, and each contraction drives more and more of the pec into Jonah’s mouth.

B. The Drum has picked Jonah up and is lowering his naked body onto the bed. The Drum spreads his fingers through Jonah’s hair and pulls his head gently back. Jonah struggles to reach the nipple again to continue sucking, his hungry tongue stretched out toward The Drum’s pec. His one thought is how much he wants the man’s pecs in his mouth, but the man’s strength is too great. The Drum wants him to suck something else.

C. Jonah lies on his back, with his head falling over the edge of the bed. The Drum’s huge cock dangles above Jonah’s face, the head of the cock much larger than Jonah’s wide-open mouth. Jonah looks apprehensive but also entranced and aroused and ravenous. His eyes are glued to The Drum’s cock as it slowly moves downward toward the mouth straining to accommodate it. The veins in Jonah’s neck pulse.

D. The Drum’s body arches over the prone Jonah. Jonah has swallowed all but the last inch of The Drum’s cock. Jonah’s head is tilted backwards and down so that The Drum’s cock penetrates him deeply. Beneath his Adam’s apple, the head of The Drum’s cock is outlined under the taut skin of Jonah’s throat. A look of complete pleasure suffuses Jonah’s face. Excited muffled moans pour out of him. His own cock is hard and quivering over his stomach.

E. Jonah is kneeling before The Drum. About half of The Drum’s cock is thrust into Jonah’s mouth. The Drum towers over Jonah, and his mouth is open. He is shouting “Yes” as he cums inside Jonah’s mouth. The cum gushes out of Jonah’s mouth and drips downward onto his chest.

F. The exhausted Jonah lies on his back on the bed. His legs droop over the side of the bed. The Drum kneels over him. He has scooped up the cum from Jonah’s face and body with his fingers. A large glob of cum hangs from his fingers, about to fall into Jonah’s open mouth. The ecstatic look on Jonah’s face anticipates the next moment, when The Drum will thrust his cum-laden fingers deep into Jonah’s mouth and let Jonah suck the fingers clean.

G. Jonah lies again on his back. His ankles rest on The Drum’s shoulders. The Drum leans forward over Jonah’s prone and helpless body. With one hand, The Drum strokes Jonah’s balls and ass, his fingers gently but insistently probing Jonah. The Drum’s fully erect cock, the veins pulsing and prominent, is poised throbbing before Jonah’s buttocks. Only the restraining force of The Drum’s overpowering will keeps Jonah from impaling himself on The Drum’s cock. A large drop of pre-cum shimmers at the end of The Drum’s cock.

H. The next image is divided diagonally. In the lower section, The Drum’s swollen cock is plunging into Jonah’s asshole, stretching it to inhuman dimensions. The Drum’s engorged balls slam against Jonah’s butt with the full force of his lust-maddened thrust. In the upper section, Jonah’s head is forced backward into the mattress. His neck is arched, his eyes are screwed shut, and beads of sweat glisten on his forehead. From his open mouth emerge moans, whether of pleasure or of pain, no one can say. There is no name for what Jonah is feeling at this moment.

I. The next image is divided vertically. On the left side, The Drum’s cock is now fully inside Jonah, and The Drum’s repeated poundings flatten Jonah’s buttocks and the backs of his thighs with the force of his lunges. The right side shows The Drum’s face. His mouth is open in mindless abandon as he gives himself over to pleasure.

J. The two have now shifted position. The Drum is standing upright with his muscular back to the viewer. His bulging arms encircle Jonah’s chest from behind and hold Jonah off the floor so that Jonah faces forward. Jonah’s legs are bent backward at the knees and his feet are hooked around the backs of The Drum’s thighs. The mirrors reflect the front sides of both men’s bodies. The path of The Drum’s cock inside Jonah’s body is visible as a column of flesh distorting the muscle wall of his abdomen. Jonah’s cock is now fully erect and dripping. It bounces with each thrust of The Drum’s cock.

K. Another divided image. Cum spurts from The Drum’s cock in such abundance that it oozes out of Jonah. Jonah’s cock erupts simultaneously, his cum jetting out of him and coating the mirrors.

L. The two men lie side by side on the bed. Jonah is lying on his stomach, with his face turned toward the viewer. He wears a look of complete exhaustion and utter satisfaction. The Drum lies on his side on the far side of Jonah. His body looms over Jonah. He is grinning, staring right at you. With an extended index finger, he is tracing patterns on Jonah’s back. If you tilt the image in the right direction, you can see that The Drum is writing something on Jonah’s sweat-soaked body.

*****

Axel has a morning routine. He exercises at a local gym for two hours and then jogs along the beach for five miles, followed by a swim in the ocean. By the time he settles down before his computer, ready to resume work on the latest installment of The Drum, it is early afternoon. He deals with a long email from his agent about an invitation to participate in a panel and question-and-answer session at an upcoming convention for fans of illustrated fiction. He reads a report about suggested upgrades to his subscription website from his business manager. He emails back that he will think about the upgrades after he has finished the next issue of The Drum.

It is with a sense of relief that he turns to his work. He would much rather draw and create than worry about business matters. He opens the file for the upcoming issue and scrolls through to the last picture, ready to work on the last two pages.

“What the fuck! Where did this come from?”

Axel examines the twelve panels at the end of the story. There before him The Drum and Jonah engage in a bout of graphic sex. “Jesus. I must have been more tired than I thought last night. I don’t remember drawing these. How much did I have to drink?” Axel takes a closer look. He has outdone himself. This Jonah can and does swallow The Drum’s whale. These are the best images of sex he has ever created, far more explicit and realistic than even his usual excellent efforts. This issue will make half the gay men in the world cum.

Something in the final panel catches his eye. The Drum has written something on Jonah’s back. It looks as if he used the lad’s cum to write with. The writing is upside down and backwards from his perspective. Axel stands up and leans over the monitor from behind.

“My new sidekick,” he reads.

The next issue begins to take shape in Axel’s mind.

END

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