Entertainment of the Gods: Chapter 1 A New World a New Beginning
Warning: This story, but not every chapter in this story contains acts of a homosexual nature. If your squeamish and don't like homosexual sex depicted in graphic detail then don't read this story, otherwise enjoy.
If your looking for SEX then check out the first sex scene on chapter 6
Story Overview: This story is not so much a yiffy story, but is more of a fantasy story with yiff in it. The sex scenes in this story are not the main part of the story, but they are described in length, and in graphic detail. But don't worry the areas separating the different sexual situations are filled with action, violence, blood, and gore. The basic plot of the story is simple. A young 16 year old kid named Seth gets sucked into a strange and magical world where he is accidentally transformed into a dragon. I won't give to much away, but I can say that there are both good guys and bad guys.
What I'm working on: This story is long and I have written about 200 pages so far. I have posted the first 12 chapters and will post the rest at some time in the future. I have been afk from this story for some time, but I have taken it up again and plan to finish it. I plan to write a part 2 to this story, and am currently working on a lengthy prequel to part 2. I plan to post the prequel, then finish part 1, and then move onto part 2. I have taken everyone's comments and have re-written and fixed the errors I made in the first 12 chapters. I was never an A+ student in school as you can no doubt tell. I appreciate any criticism or comments you may have, either good or bad. You can send your comments to [email protected]
Entertainment of the Gods
Chapter 1: A New World a New Beginning
It was the first Saturday night of summer vacation and Seth was spending it playing video games with his best friend Steve. Steve's parents were out for the weekend, not that it really mattered to them even if they were home. Steve's older brother James on the other hand was a different matter. They hadn't heard any sounds coming from his room for several hours, but there was plenty of noises earlier.
Steve had turned the volume on his stereo up, hoping it would drown out the noise, as his brother fucked his girlfriend in the next room. Seth and Steve probably wouldn't have even noticed if it wasn't for James's girlfriend constantly yelling at the top of her lungs.
James was 18 which made him 2 years older than his brother, and Seth was only a few months older that his friend Steve. Steve had heard his brother having sex for the past 2 year, so it wasn't as much of a shock to him. He had told Seth about it before, but this was the first time that Seth had heard it for himself.
They continued playing the fighting game they were playing after being interrupted by the noises coming from the next room. Steve finished off Seth's character on the screen just as the antique grandfather clock down stairs started chiming. It chimed once then once more and stopped. Seth had expected the thing to keep making that annoying gong noise for the next five minuets. Only when it didn't continue to chime did he look down at his watch, and realize that it was 2am. He had never even heard the chime for 1 o'clock.
"Holy crap I didn't think it was this late. I got to go," said Seth.
"It's not that late. What time is it anyways?"
"It's 2 in the morning," said Seth half yawning.
"Well shit I guess it is late."
Seth got up out of the bean bag chair he was siting in and headed for the door and then downstairs. He walked out into the garage and hit the button for the garage door without even looking at it.
"I'll call you in the morning ok."
"Yeah sure, later."
Seth found his bike leaning against the wall of the garage where he left it and got on. He rode it out of the garage and Steve hit the button to close the door as he went out.
Seth's house was in another development which was about a half hours bike ride on the paved roads. But Seth had no intention of taking the long way around and instead headed for the backyard. Both Steve's and Seth's house's bordered undeveloped wetlands which was covered with miles of old farming trails. Seth had been using the trails as a short cut to Steve's house for years. He even had a light on his bike, but he wasn't going to need it tonight.
There was a full moon out and the sky was clear and he had no trouble seeing the trail as he left the yard. The other houses in the development were built right up to the wetlands. He rode by one house after another until the trail made a sharp turn to the left. The houses were behind him now and there was nothing but wooded forest in front of him.
He wasn't really that tired, and he wasn't looking forward to going home. His parents were also out for the weekend and his younger brother Mike had invited his friends over, everyone of which he hated. His friends were all jocks just like his brother. Everyone of them would pick on him every chance they got, sometime physically and sometimes it would get serious.
It was bad enough to have to put up with them at school let alone having to put up with them at home as well. The only place he could really get away was at Steve's house. Steve's brother wasn't much better, but he generally left them alone. Fortunately he had a car and was almost never home. What made the situation even worse was the fact that Seth's brother is a few inches taller than him and a year younger! His brother is only 15 and he's already taller, and bigger than him. The more Seth thought about his brother and his friends, the slower he rode.
His parents were just as bad as his brother, maybe even worse. They were constantly telling him to lose weight and workout. He might not have a six pack like his brother, but he didn't think he was over weight. A little on the flabby side yes, but not fat. His mother and father were constantly comparing him to his brother and it drove him nuts. If it wasn't his weight, then it was his lack of friends with the exception of Steve who his parents didn't care for anyways. What pissed him off the most was even when he got good grades in school his parents would never say a word. But when his brother would get a C his parents would always say, ‘well at least you can still be on the lacrosse team this semester.'
He finally put the thoughts of going home out of his head as the path started going up hill and he had to shift gears. He reached the top of the hill and costed down the other side, changing gears again as the ground leveled out. He was now riding through the area that would be considered a wet land. It would get wet during the spring, but right now it was no more than a damp mushy field filled with cattails and tall marsh grasses.
Seth had been so caught up with contemplating whether his brother and his friends would be wake when he got home that he didn't even realize that he wasn't hearing the normal sounds of nocturnal animal. There was always a constant, none stop blast of sounds coming from the various marsh critters, and it was always the loudest at night. But Seth didn't hear the usual sounds of clicking insects and crocking frogs. The only thing he could hear was the sound of the wind.
"Well that's weird," said Seth talking to himself.
Realizing he really didn't care he kept pedaling. He could see the marsh grasses out of the corner of his eye and it took him a minuet to realize that it wasn't swaying in the wind. The wind was still blowing, but all of the grasses and weeds were bending in the same direction, and weren't swaying back and forth like they should be. He squeezed his rear break, but his bike kept sliding forward. He squeezed both breaks and stopped pedaling but he was still moving forward.
"What the fuck is going on."
He looked around for anything that might be causing it, but couldn't see anything unusual. He started to lose his balance, so he let go of the breaks. He was still rolling forward, even thought he wasn't peddling.
"Holy shit this is weird."
He could see the ground was looking wavy like something was pulling or pushing it, and he could see trees off in the distance bending over. Then one after the other, the trees along with huge piles of dirt and rocks started rising up out of the ground. The sound of cracking tree limbs started to fill the air.
Now he wasn't just freaked out, he was scared. He slammed on his breaks again, but his tires were no longer touching the ground. He was at least a few feet off the ground and still rising higher into the air. He could see huge trees and clumps of grass just floating in midair. He tightened his grip on his handle bars, to afraid to let go. He was more than ten feet off the ground and rising higher as he was being pulled forward. He tried turning his head to look at a huge tree that was getting closer, but nothing happened. It was like he was frozen, he couldn't move anything except his eyes.
Everything including himself was rising higher, and closer together. He was still looking forward and could see trees and clumps of dirt starting to disappear. Then he noticed where the stuff was disappearing, and it was pure black. It looked like everything was being pulled into a black hole. He could see stars and the outline of trees around the edges, but the middle of what ever it was, was pure black.
As the floating plants and dirt hit the dark rounded shape they melted into darkness and disappeared. The sound of wind had now turned into more of a sucking sound, like that of a vacuum cleaner. The dark shape got bigger the closer he got until everything went black and he couldn't see anything.
Then without any warning what so ever the force that was pulling him let go and he felt himself falling. He felt his stomach twisting one way and then the other. He started getting dizzy as he spun around in midair. He was being pelted in the face with water and he could hear the loud boom of thunder. The sound was as loud as a gun shot and it left his ears ringing. The thunder continued booming and the water continued to sting his face as he fell. Then out of the darkness came a blinding flash of streaking light. He watched a bolt of lightning take a 90 degree turn right at him. It didn't make any sense until he realized in that split second that he was still holding onto his bike.