Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2011 12:38:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Drew Monkey <dsm_76@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Carnival: Part One

Author's Note: All the usual cautions and disclaimers apply. This work is
the copyright of the author.  I've have written erotic fiction before, but
this is my first time dabbling in erotic fantasy.  This is the first of
what I hope will be several parts.  As such, there is more set up and less
sex.  Sorry about that.  Comments, compliments, and constructive criticisms
all welcome.  I can be contacted at dsm_76@yahoo.com

All due apologies to Ray Bradbury.

Part the First: Something Wicked This Way Cums

	Milquetoast is an old fashioned word, one you don't hear very often
anymore.  But it was the perfect word to describe Bradly King.  Milquetoast
describes someone who is meek, or timid.  That's Bradly, only add a dash of
bland, and a generous portion of dull.

	That's not to say that he was unattractive.  When his small circle
of friends somehow managed to get him out to a club or bar, he would catch
the eye of lots of guys.  He was naturally slender, blueish- green eyes
hidden behind tasteful glasses, a handsome face, and dark blonde hair kept
neatly trimmed.  But guys who chatted him up inevitably crashed up against
the brick wall of his complete lack of personality, and moved on to more
engaging companions.

	This was why, as Bradly approached his thirties, he had only had a
handful of fumbling sexual experiences, and had never had any sort of
serious relationship.  Passion, lust, and sex just were not that
interesting to him.  The people who knew him well found him to be an
oddity; a gay man completely lacking any type of flair, completely devoid
of passion.  It was as if someone had quenched his fire for life.  Little
did anyone know, including Bradly himself, that there were embers of this
fire were still smoldering, waiting for the right breeze...

	It was a late afternoon in early October when that breeze began to
blow.  Bradly had been tasked by his abominable boss to drive forty miles
out of the city to deliver some paperwork to a client.  For eight years
Bradly had worked for Mr. Sinclair at his accounting firm, and one of his
few ambitions was to be made a partner.  His co-workers all agreed that
Bradly was the most talented accountant in the firm, but Sinclair had the
young man under his thumb.  Eight years of extra hours, demeaning tasks,
and miniscule raises, all because Bradly was too timid to say no or ask for
a raise.

	The client lived on a large farm, in rural area far off the
highway.  The dashboard GPS system in his car kept taking him down the
wrong roads, or telling him to make turns that didn't exist.  Several times
he had to backtrack.  The two lanes turned to one, then the asphalt turned
to gravel, before he finally arrived at the client's home.  With the
paperwork delivered, Bradly reset his GPS and began to drive home.

	It was about ten minutes later when he realized he was lost.  The
useless GPS was now convinced that he was in a river three states over.
All the backtracking he had done on the way in had confused his sense of
direction.  The country roads were tree-lined and twisty.  The only signs
he had seen were the rusty stop signs posted at the occasional
intersections.  The sun was starting to go down, filling the red and gold
leaves in the trees with fire, and making everything look completely
different than it did half an hour prior. 'This would be a beautiful
drive', he thought to himself, 'if I just knew where I was.'

	Bradly decided to return to the client's house to ask for
directions.  He turned his car around and headed back the way he thought he
came.  Fifteen minutes later he was still lost, and nothing looked at all
familiar.  The clients farm was nowhere to be found.

	Bradly was starting to really panic when he came over the top of a
hill and saw the carnival in the valley below.  The last rays of the sun
were bathing everything in a crimson glow, the tents casting purple shadows
into the empty cornfield beyond.  There was one large tent in the center,
surrounding by smaller tents and portable buildings on trailers.  The whole
thing was surrounded by a tall portable fence.  There were cars and trucks
parked out side, and he could see people going in.

	Bradly pulled off the road and into the field where the other cars
were parked.  He made his way over to the ticket booth.  Inside, a large,
pale woman with shockingly blue hair worked her nails with a file.

	"Excuse me..."

	"Ten dollars, love."

	"I'm sorry, I'm not here for the carnival. I was just wondering if
you could give me directions back to the highway."

	"Couldn't tell ya."

	"See, the thing is, I'm lost."

	The woman gave him a long look, then snickered. "You can say that
again."

	"Is there someone else around I could ask?"

	"Sure.  Buy a ticket, go inside, ask anyone you want."

	Bradly looked around the parking lot.  He was the only person
outside the gate.  He could wait until someone else showed up and get
directions from them, or he could buy a ticket and ask someone inside.  It
was getting dark and he had work the following morning.  He got out his
wallet.

	"Do you take debit?"

	"'Course, love."

	The women took the card, swiped it through a small machine, and
handed a paper ticket back with his card.

	"Is there someone in charge that I could ask for directions?"

	"You'll want to speak to Mr. Drake."

	"Thank you, where is he?"

	"Right inside, you won't miss him."

	Bradly thanked the woman again and headed to the gate.  The ticket
taker was the largest man Bradly had ever seen.  He towered over the
turnstile, at least 6 and half feet tall.  He had dark skin, a bald head,
shoulders that seem impossibly wide, and arms as big around as Bradly's
head.  He looked far more like a bouncer than a than a ticket taker, or
maybe the carnival's strong man.  The man glared down at the 5'9" Bradly.
He spoke with a voice as deep as the Mariana Trench.  "Ticket."

	Bradly handed over the ticket, which seemed comically tiny in the
man's massive hands.  He handed back the stub and moved slightly to one
side.

	"Are, are you Mr Drake?"

	"No.

	"Okay, thank you."

	The massive man didn't move any further, and Bradly would have to
brush up against him to get through the turnstile and into the carnival.
After a few awkward starts and stops, the ticket taker growled, "Go on
then."

	Bradly pushed on through.  For one moment, he could feel the heat
of the big man's body in the cool autumn air.  The man's breath was on the
top of his head.  Bradly could feel the mans crotch brush against his butt
as he passed by.  The moment seemed to stretch out, his breath catching in
his throat.  Bradly thought for a moment that the man's huge arms would
fall onto his shoulders, and pull him back into the man's grasp.  Then he
was through the turnstile and into the carnival.

	"What the hell was that?" Bradly thought to himself as he walked
away.  He glanced back and saw the ticket man staring at him.  It was then
that Bradly noticed his own flushing heat, his own hard erection. It was an
unusual moment of lust. "What is wrong with me?"

	Bradly took a moment to get his bearings.  There was music playing,
and the smell of funnel cakes wafted through the air, along with some other
smells he didn't quite recognize.  He had never been to a carnival or a
circus when he was a kid His knowledge of the attractions came from movies
and television.  Directly in front of him was the large tent.  Around the
tent was a midway, offering promises of thrills and chills.  Mostly these
seemed like typical carnival attractions, like a fun house, and a hall of
mirrors.  But some of the attractions had names that Bradly didn't
recognize. There was an "Otherworldly Menagerie", an "Impedimentorium", and
a "Dream Depository".  Here and there around the midway people were
walking, some couples, others alone.  The carnival didn't seem very
crowded, and there were no kids running around at all.

	He started to make walk toward the midway, but stopped himself.
"I've got to get some directions and get out of here."  There was a couple,
two women, walking out of the tent, their arms around each other.  He
started towards them when he heard a voice.

	"Mr. King?"

	Startled, Bradly turned around. "Yes?"

	"Mr. King, I'm Silenus Drake.  Welcome to my little carnival."
	Drake cut an impressive figure, dressed in a tailored suit that
complimented his lean frame.  He was older than Bradly, but Bradly couldn't
tell you exactly how old he was.  Drake had smooth olive complexion, and
black curly hair, with streaks of white at the temples.  A dark goatee
framed his mouth, and complimented his obsidian eyes.  Drake had a
magnetism, an attraction not necessarily sexual in nature, that Bradly felt
instantly.

	"T-thank you," Bradly stammered.

	"If you will follow me, I have an office right inside the main
tent."

	"Um...okay."  Drake started towards the tent, and Bradly followed.
"Wait, how did you know my name?"

	"I know all the secrets in the minds of men."

	Bradly stopped.  "What?"

	Drake laughed.  "Loretta, at the ticket booth told me.  She got
your name from your card, and told me you were lost."

	Bradly shook his head, and laughed a bit.  "Of course.  Sorry.  I'm
just having a very unusual day."
	  "I like unusual.  I am convinced the only people worthy of
consideration in this world are the unusual ones."

	They walked together into the big tent.  To Bradly's surprise, the
area immediately within was a foyer, leading to several partitioned areas.
There was music, unidentifiable noises, and occasional small bursts of
applause.  Drake pulled aside one of these curtains to reveal the door to a
trailer.  He opened it, and motioned for Bradly to follow.

	Inside was a small office, with a desk, a few chairs, and a small
book shelf filled with books.  Drake asked Bradly to sit in one of the
chairs, while he sat behind the desk.  The atmosphere in the trailer seemed
strange.  In here the smell of funnel cake was replaced with the smell of
incense, wine, and ancient dust.

	"Would you like a drink, Mr King?"

	"No, thank you.  I just need to get home."

	"Of course.  You need directions."

	"Yes.  If you have a map of some sort, I just need to get back to
the highway."

	"I'm afraid I don't have a map that could take you where you need
to go."

	To Bradly, it seemed as if the air was thicker now, the little
trailer seemed to grow larger.  " I beg your pardon?"

	Drake leaned forward.  "You are a ways from where you started, and
have so much further go to get to where you are going."

	Bradly blinked, and tried to follow what Drake had said.  His heart
was beating faster now, and the strong magnetic attraction he felt earlier
seemed to increase with his heartbeat.

	"What?"

	"My carnival is a special place.  Only people who need this place
can find it.  You will experience things here that you will like, and
things you will most definitely not like.  It will change you.  When you
leave this place you will see all your life before as a pale shadow of a
life un-lived."

	Bradly's head was swimming.  He tried to stand, but his legs felt
like rubber.  "Did you drug me?"

	Drake smiled.  "I don't need to drug you to get you to do what I
want.  Undress."  Drake twitched an eye, and suddenly Bradly's arms began
to move on their own.  He watched as his own hands unbuttoned his shirt and
dropped it on the floor.

	"How are you doing this?" Bradly tried to say, but the words
wouldn't come out of his mouth.  He could only watch as his body obeyed
Drake's command.  He removed his shoes, and pants, and was soon standing in
Drake's office wearing nothing but his briefs.  The office was no longer
the same size it was when Bradly first entered.  It was now a huge room
with walls covered in bookshelves.  A large fireplace had appeared in the
corner, and the small desk was now a huge, ornately carved antique.  Drake
walked around the corner of the desk, and his suit melted into smoke.  He
stood before Bradly naked.
	All Bradly could do was stare.  Drake had the largest penis he had
ever seen.  It was wildly out of proportion with the rest of his slender,
athletic body.  In length, it was at least two feet, with the girth of a
beer can.  It was inhuman.

	"Kneel."

	Bradly dropped to his knees, not that he had any choice.  He still
had no control over his body.  He was terrified, and yet his own 7" cock
was rock hard.  Drake stood taller now, his freakish member standing
straight out like a weapon.  He stood in front of the kneeling man, and
placed his monster on Bradly's face.

	"This is a place of the mythic and the magic, of the otherworldly
and the unusual.  Here you will experience joy and pain and fear and
pleasure.  Here you will do things that would harm, or kill a mortal
outside of this place.  But here you have my protection, and my blessing.
Open."

	Bradly felt his mouth open.  Drake stepped back and aimed his
massive dick at Bradly's face.  Suddenly Drake was cumming, shooting huge
streams of cum across Bradly's face and into his mouth.  Much like the cock
that spawned it, the cum shot was oversized, shooting almost a gallon of
cum that drenched the kneeling man.

	Bradly had never tasted cum before, not even his own.  This was
strong, salty and sweet.  It burned his eyes and throat as he swallowed it
down.  He immediately began to feel dizzy, and spots swam before his eyes.
The last thing Bradly heard before he blacked out was Drake's voice.

	"Now you are ready to begin."

To be continued in:

The Carnival
Part the Second:  Under the Big Top