Billy Newt Tames a Dragon - 1. Billy Newt Tames a Dragon

Billy Newt Tames a Dragon

By WL

 

Fuck, I thought magic was supposed to make life easier. Two weeks and enough extra “magical” homework to kill a nerd, I still can’t conjure up a million dollars or put a love spell on someone to drop their pants, whenever I say. This is such a slow process, because it’s all based on “moving” shit. It would help if Rick was around to break up the long lectures from Nick, but he’s doing some kind of special effects for a movie shoot. I know Nick is trying, but fuck dude, you’re turning magic into a science project. Everything involves telekinesis, if I create fire; I am moving molecules at a faster speed. If I am creating an ice storm, I need to spread air out, collect water molecules, and push the entire mass in a certain direction to create a different pressure gradient. Fuck you Nick, do I look like I want to be a Weather guy.

Sure I can lift a house with my mind, make a small thunderstorm, or become invisible by bending light and curving air to obstruct sound, but I don’t have any real useful moves. Nick says I am a natural at this stuff, but I don’t feel any more powerful or any more unique. Seriously, I’ve got stupid teachers at school giving me math lessons that I will never use and I got a Wizard at home trying to train me to be his boring clone. Why the fuck can’t I have something really fun in my life?

At least today’s training is on magical beings and creatures, so I can learn more about Jason and Ethan. That first circle jerk ended way too quick for me; though, I liked the feeling of having Jason snuggle up to me in dog form for the night, I still feel like we’re moving way too slow. Jason is a good friend and I do like him, but seriously, I want him to put out more and he’s a shy puppy. I want to get him alone with like 2 boxes of Trojans for a weekend. As for Ethan, I think he’s open to doing more, but he doesn’t want to risk being a vampire at 13. I guess it’s almost like the vampire equivalent of getting pregnant too young. Hell, I wouldn’t mind, he’s already pretty tall and despite the lack of body hair, he is still really attractive to girls and even a few guys. I am humping my pillow every night; I just want something to change.

At the house, Nick began his usual droning about magic being a gift and a curse, blah, blah, blah, you must be responsible, blah, blah, blah, and avoid harming innocent people. Come on, it’s a given that I won’t do anything stupid without a reason.

 

Then, he began talking about Magical Beings, “Let’s start with the Old Gods, Thor survived Ragnarok after falling into a deep sleep. He runs Asgard and has several hundred thousand warriors under his command, along with several Aesir and Vanir gods, who remained after Ragnarok. There are several ancient gods….”

 

Damn, this is fucking boring, there’s nothing interesting at all, “Stop please! I know all this crap from watching Thor and The Avengers; come on.”

 

Nick stopped, then glared at me, “Billy, why don’t you ask me about any magical being you want, I will tell you anything.”

 

Finally, alright, I’ll hit him hard, “Nick, how does GOD, you know the big guy with a white beard and sandals, fit into all this crap? You sound like one of those bad modern Fantasy writers trying to build a universe with the biggest plot hole within all the magic. There’s a like Church, Synagogue, or a Mosque within walking distance from here, so what gives, why aren’t you talking about “G”-“O”-“D””

 

Nick tensed up, “Look, it’s complicated. Norse lore actually does include God, but it’s weird and there’s even a section of the old lore about the first modern male and female that refers back to Genesis in the Bible after Ragnarok. God in his primordial physical form was not well liked by the ancient gods like Odin. If you believe the Asgard version, the ancient gods got together and murdered “God”, or at least his physical form. God was too demanding and overbearing according to the old texts, while the ancient gods of Asgard, along with the Greeks, Egyptians, Chinese, and Mayans, all wanted “free will” and the ability to choose their lives. It makes sense when you look at all the other culture’s references to chopping up primordial God-like beings in an act of murder. God still exists in non-corporeal state with an appreciation for free will and Christians are....well....The easy answer is that the ancient gods, magical beings, and creatures were created and murdered the original “God” before the modern incarnation of man.”

 

“That makes no sense, since you said Warlocks existed before Ragnarok and as far as I know we’re humans more or less.”

 

“Not entirely, we’re different than “modern” humans, because we can use magic. We also possess special attributes that they don’t.”

 

“Don’t tell me, it’s a gay pride thing.”

 

Nick turned really serious, “Alright, I didn’t want to push this question so up front, but since you are intent on pushing my buttons today. Do you have a problem with me, Rick, and Baxter?”

 

Ouch, I went too far, damn, “Uh…Well, I don’t mind what you’re doing as long as you don’t include me.”

 

“I am going to ask you point blank, since that’s the best way to get through to you Billy, Do you not like gay people?”

 

Technically, no, as I really do like guys and am not a hypocrite, but I guess I just don’t like the idea, “Uh…well…I like guys and some stuff, but I don’t like, you know fag shit.”

 

“That’s what I thought. Beyond just teaching you magic, I want to also teach you something that took me and Rick a long time to master. It’s also connected with a magical creature that you haven’t seen yet. About 7 years ago, when the elder wizards were still alive, Rick, Baxter, and I went on a vacation together to an island resort in Haiti. Rick and I have had an open relationship for a long time, plus Baxter was growing on me as Rick’s college roommate and a potential familiar. Rick hooked up with a young Asian guy, who was vacationing at the resort as well. It turns out that he was actually a Dragon, who had taken human form. Rick wanted to tame the Dragon in spite of protests from Baxter and I was foolish enough to join him. Rick used the one night stand to lure the dragon into a trap and tried to trick him into being our “pet”. It went horribly wrong; in the end, 331 people died and hundreds of thousands were left homeless due to a series of Hurricanes that passed by the island in a two week interval. If not for the horrible earthquake that happened later, people would remember just the horrible storms.”

 

“How can that happen? I thought dragons were just big fire breathing dinosaur-looking things; I never heard they can transform into humans or create hurricanes.”

 

Nick went back to professor mode, “Even Norse lore refers to Dragons with metamorphic abilities; they are usually dull and single-minded creatures that the ancient gods treated as pets with innate magical potential. Other cultures also encountered them as well with different results, which made our point of reference a bad basis and even bigoted towards a sentient species. Eastern Dragons are different; they come from another line of the dragon species with their own magical heritage and even human descendants. They are the masters of storms, equal to the strongest Warlocks or even minor gods. We never had any contact with them, so did not know the difference. We were both hopeful to tame a dragon and prove our prowess, since few Warlocks after Merlin ever tamed one. We also wanted to have a toy that we could fuck on occasion.”

 

“So the moral of the story is don’t tame dragons that you know nothing about. I am not being mean or stupid, but you guys made a mistake, some people died, and a lot of stuff was destroyed. Like, it might seem big to you guys, but I won’t make that same mistake. I don’t even plan on taming a dragon and Asian guys aren’t my type.”

 

Nick just shook his head, “No, it’s worse than all of that. Why do you think the Holy Knight of the Dark Circle came after us 7 years ago? Magic has consequences and one of them is a reactionary attitude by people, who have low opinions of magic users. They are endowed by magical items and weapons that can nullify all our powers; we lived in an uneasy peace with them until the Dragon fight. On top of those who died in Haiti, the elder wizards and most of Baxter’s family also died as a result. Jason and his brother became orphans just like you, because we were stupid. Billy, things might seem detached or inconsequential at any given moment, but every choice you make has a thread that ties the tapestry of reality together.”

 

Damn, I didn’t know about that part, but the timing makes sense, “Does Jason know?”

 

“No, we didn’t think Jason was ready to learn that. Bryan (his brother) will tell him later. It’s better that he learns the full truth later rather than hear about it from us or Baxter.”

 

“So why tell me all this now? Just because I said one little thing about gays…”

 

Nick cut me off, “It’s not just being gay, it’s just one part of it. You are blind to the fact that there are many flavors of human sexuality, there are many differences in our relationships that cannot be summed up into stereotypical terms like “Straight”, “Gay”, “Bi”, or “Trans”. Things aren’t so simple” Nick hesitated for a moment, ”I divined your future before this training session, you will face a similar problem soon, when you encounter another Dragon. Billy, you have an arrogant streak just like me and Rick did at your age. You also have an insatiable libido to boot. It’s another part of the gift and curse; we’re naturally gifted with powers that neither human being, nor most magical beings should possess and our arrogance is a brand left by Loki’s trick to make us self-destructive. Merlin figured out that if we learn from one another and gather our combined experiences, it would help reduce the innate self-destructive potential within us. Empathy was his gift to Warlocks that allowed us to grow into Wizards. You might remember this trick from the movie The Giver…”

 

Woah, what the hell is that? I’m getting fragments of memories from people I never met. There are a lot of guys in these memories. I am watching them as kids like me, as adults like Nick, and a few reaching old age. They lived very meaningful lives, some with magic as pronounced parts of their existence and others as hidden issues. I can also feel these memories from their perspective. These feelings; oh fuck, these feelings are way too intense. They’re not all negative though. I can find memories and feelings of sacrifice, love, and conviction from all the wizards, including the final moments of the last generation. They weren’t scared, weren’t angry at the foolish mistake or their killers; instead, they were happy to know that their sacrifice could be used to inspire Nick and Rick to make better choices for themselves.

 

Nick looked flushed and exhausted, “You can now access the memories and emotions of those that came before us. It’s a powerful tool of insight, but it cannot be used in the heart of combat due to the amount of concentration required. It’s not a substitute for training as the memories will fade away, but the emotions will remain. Emotional growth is what defines us even in our last moments. This is their legacy to you.”

 

He looked like he was about to fall over, “Why the fuck do you look like your about to fall dead?”

 

Nick was getting paler, “It usually…takes…two or three…of us to do this, but…Rick isn’t coming back…for a week…and you can’t wait.”

 

Baxter in his human form with a yellow tank top and shorts came into the room, he held Nick up on his shoulder, “You need to get some rest, I’ll carry you to bed,” he glanced over at me, “Billy, like he said, try to be at least a little more careful than he and Rick were. Magical beings are by in large harmless unless you provoke them. Unless you have a really good reason, let them live their life as they want it to be.”

 

Fuck, why do I feel like my life got a lot more complicated? I can still feel them; even if I cannot really focus on their individual memories. I know it’s not me that felt all this shit, but I just don’t need this right now. I really don’t care if I end up fucking things up or destroying the world, but does that make me a bad person? Like why must I be the guy to make the big sacrifices? Have I not had enough pain in my life from ass fucking “foster” parents, all the times I ran away and lived on the streets, or never really having friends before Jason and Ethan?

What am I supposed to do now about Jason? I can’t tell him, Nick and Rick were stupid horny bastards and accidentally caused his parents to die. Hell, I want to fool around with him, too. I’m not some bitch from Stephanie Meyer’s books, who will avoid someone just because I got too many fucking problems. Hell no, my plans aren’t going to change, because I got like a collective emotional experience of four thousand people. I’ll just text Jason and lay my plans for us in motion for tonight.

 

Me: “Hey Dude, you up for crashing the high school homecoming football game tonight J ”

Jason: “Sure, but aren’t you supposed to be studying right now with Nick”

Me: “He got tired of teaching me, so I got some free time. Why don’t we meet up like a block away from Ridgeway High. Come in dog form.”

 

If this works, we will be legendary. I’ve been staking out the high school for a few days now; they’re not really big on locking things up before 6 PM. I took the opportunity to figure out exactly where the boy’s locker room was and even caught a few basketball guys changing out of their jerseys and shorts. Tall and sinewy basketball players are more my type than big muscular football players, but this adventure was for something other than eye candy. In our town, an old football is used during the first snap of the homecoming game, which was originally created by the towns’ people during the great depression for the high school team that later won the state championship. The “first” ball is handled like a national treasure. Supposedly, if the football is ever lost; the entire season would be ruined. Superstitions are funny things to test out, but I was in it for a more material prize. Even though I am in my last year of middle school, I don’t want to go into high school looking like fresh meat. Being the only guy, who mysteriously and effectively stole the “first” football, would make me cooler than ice.

This caper has to go perfectly, so I need help. While Ethan is a great smooth-talker and helped me out, when I needed to pull pranks, he was far too do-goody to be involved in something like this. Jason on the other hand is like Lassie with balls, I didn’t even know he had helped me out the last few times, but this time I wanted him to be a full accomplice.

When the two of us reached the designated meeting place, I couldn’t help admiring the golden Labrador in front of me. I’ve seen Jason’s brown hair getting lighter over time, which he says is kind of natural for his family, but the blond effect is most noticeable in his dog form. I really like that hair color despite what others may say about blonds. I’m even tempted to get rid of my black hair to match Jason’s color tone.

Walking under invisibility can be challenging with another person, there were several janitors in the hallways, which we had to avoid by hugging a wall from time to time. I was just glad that Jason intuitively followed my lead, because, I couldn’t extend this visual invisibility further than a few feet. When we reached the locker room, I made a beeline towards the coach’s office and began picking at the door’s lock with a few picks. Even before the magical “revelations”, lock picking had come really easily to me. It’s just a few clicks and voila, we were in. I knew he stashed an extra set of keys to a safe in the equipment and weight room for the ball. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the team’s equipment manager to return the ball after the ceremonial snap, then sneak it out of the high school without anyone noticing.

We waited in a dark corner of the equipment room, which gave us time to just relax and talk about shit.

 

“”Hey Jase, can you turn into a wolf for me?”

 

“Dude, I don’t like my wolf form. It’s too damn cute and don’t even ask about my werewolf form, I look like Chewbacca’s bastard child with Air Bud.”

 

“Come on it can’t be that bad. I promise I won’t laugh at your wolf form.”

 

Jason began to change from his Golden Labrador form back into a teenage boy, completely naked of course, except for the extensive patches of brown pubes. I’ve seen Jason naked before and I liked what I saw. Now, I was watching him transform into a wolf. His hands were curling up into paws like his dog form, but they were more rigid with longer nails sticking out. His ears and face began to reconfigure into a sharp wolf-like features. However, his hair and the oncoming fur were only slightly different from his golden Labrador form; it still had the tinge of blond that made him cute in my eyes. Within moments, he had become a “Golden” wolf.

 

I held back my urge to pat his head and scratch his ear, “Dude, you look fine…really ferocious.”

 

“I can tell when you are lying you know. It’s an ability of werewolves to read into the hearts of other creatures.”

 

Fuck, Nick could have taught me that little detail, “Sorry, you do look really good though in my eyes.”

 

“Thanks, it is part of the lineage of Geri and Freki, Odin’s two wolves. Ancient humans thought my ancestors were just greedy assholes, because their fur was gold colored. They also mocked and abused our appearance and kindness, when they actually realized how cute and peaceful we really were, so we went into self-imposed exile and shacked up with you guys after Merlin found us again.”

 

“Yeah, I keep hearing “Merlin this” and “Merlin that”, I even saw a few scenes from his life. Still, I don’t get it, if he was so powerful, why didn’t he just conquer the world or something? He had the power.”

 

“Merlin had a lot of power, but he had a lot of heart. I remember my mom telling me that Merlin thought that justice must be handled by people who were wise enough to see goodness in everyone and be imperfect for wanting to have an ideal to live by, even if they don’t have real power. That’s why he partnered with King Arthur, which unlike the TV show was much more open without secrets.”

 

I really didn’t want to veer into the subject of his parents, “That’s cool, do you think they were doing it like in slash fic?”

 

Jason laughed so loud if it weren’t for the sound barrier I placed, we’d be heard down to the football field, “Well, in that case, I hope so, because there was definitely some kind of weird sexual tension in the show between them.”

 

Seeing an opening, I took it in stride, “Jason, come back over here; we got some time to kill and I really want to try some stuff with you.”

 

Jason growled softly and changed back to boy, but he didn’t move “I know what you want, but I don’t want our first time alone to be in the boy’s locker room. Even werewolves have tastes, the smell of sweat and deodorant isn’t my thing.”

 

Damn, but at least, he wants to do it, “So how about a congratulatory thing back at my house after we grab the ball?”

 

“Sure, but we can do it only in human form. I know Bryan and Baxter messes around in their other forms too, but I think that’s just way too weird.”

 

To be honest, I didn’t even think about the possibility, but the images of a puppy face and male body parts were a quick turn off, “Definitely!”

 

As I was thinking about the possibilities, a new voice was heard in the room, “Devin, please don’t do this to me. I will do anything for you.”

 

Jason quickly transformed back into a dog, and then sniffed the air, “Shit they’re not human. Put as much focus into hiding us from their sight and earshot as possible.”

 

Damn, I thought magic would make stealing things a lot easier, but I did as Jason said, I focused on strengthening the wall between us and the two figured coming into the room. I caught sight of both the entering figures, two older teenage boys. One was in full football uniform. He was tall maybe 6’5, tanned skinned, muscular, black haired, and there was something about him I didn’t like. The other guy was smaller in contrast maybe 5’11 like Ethan, paler skinned with some odd facial features, lighter muscle tone, and he was sort of cute in an exotic way. The smaller guy was wearing a high school T-shirt and Levi jeans, but he also had a black leather collar around his neck and leather bands around his wrists.

 

The football guy pushed the smaller one onto the weight bench, then said “Expose!”

 

In a flash, the smaller guy’s clothes disappeared, revealing a body marked with bruises and tattoos in what looked like Runes that Nick had shown me. I also noticed that a cock ring in the same style as the collar and wristbands. He looked like he was one of those bondage movie guys in gay pornos, but unlike them, he wasn’t enjoying any of this.

 

The smaller guy sobbed, “Please, I’ve done everything you wanted Devin. I love you and give myself entirely to you. I don’t want to be whored out to the team after the game.”

 

Devin smiled and hooked a metal chain to the collar, “Drake, you begged me to accept your scrawny little ass, because you had nowhere else to go. No one wants you, not your family since you’re a screw-up, not your friends since you’re a faggot, and no being will accept you except for me. I am a demon; you know our deal for protection. You will serve me and my needs, which today means I want you to give blow jobs to every guy on the team after the game. You’re merely a toy for me to play with. Now stay right here, while we whoop Carson Valley High.”

 

“Yes, sir, I will do as you say.”

 

Damn, I thought I had it bad with my other fosters. This guy was being whored out by some prick asshole, who manipulated him into being a sex slave. This is fucked up. As Devin, the demonic football player, left the room, I quickly thought about my options, but something else crossed my mind. Nick said I would face a similar situation like they did with a dragon. “Drake” is a short nickname for dragon, fuck! I hate symmetry, when it happens in life. Should I cut my losses and leave this guy to be used and abused or should I say screw it and help him out? Fuck, I know all of this crap is way beyond my head, but I can’t let him stay here, chained up like this. I don’t care what the others might have felt in their lifetimes, it is my life to live, not their lives.

 

I looked over Jason, who seemed to be deep in similar thought, “Jase, we got to free him.”

 

“I don’t know. Demons are notoriously territorial and bad tempered. If we should take his toy away from him, we could be in a lot of trouble. Still, he doesn’t want to be in chains and forced like this. I really don’t know dude.”

 

“That’s an innocent guy, whose about to be used and abused like a trailer park whore. Look, I know you haven’t ever had those kinds of things happen to you, but where I come from with all the fucked up foster parents, I just can’t let this happen.”

 

It might be a mistake, it might be something I’ll regret, but I am going to make a stand for someone else. I dropped the invisibility and went forwards to the boy.

 

“Hey dude, are you okay?”

 

Drake stared at me and Jason’s dog form, and then whispered, “Get out of here before he comes back. This does not involve you. I made up my mind to be his pet and I will obey him always.”

 

“Bullshit, you owe him nothing and you don’t even want to be in chains or suck a dozen guys off.”

 

Jason nodded in agreement, “You have to break the binding spell that Devin placed on him.”

 

Shit, I never learned that, “Do you know how?”

 

Jason rolled his puppy eyes, “Fuck, I thought you did. All I remember from my brother was that you need to remove all the symbols of binding.”

 

Okay, the first thing is the leather collar, but nothing’s happening, “Uh, my telekinesis can’t break the collar.”

 

Drake moaned, “It’s useless, please just leave me to my fate.”

 

Fuck, I won’t do that, “Come on Jason, there must be a way?”

 

“Not if you don’t know the magical technique. All magic is motion, whether it moving an object or bending light, you just have to think of the right combination to break the binding.”

 

Shit, how can I break something if I can’t even move it, it’s not like bending light…wait, I can bend atomic bonds and break up objects completely into components, “Alright watch this”.

 

First went the collar, then the wrist bands, ankle bands, and cock ring. Just for good measure, I’ll also remove all the runic writing on his body. Nick can try to heal his scars later, when we get back, but he should now be good to go.

 

“How do you feel Drake?”

 

Instead of Drake answering, an unexpected voice came from the doorway, “What the hell are you doing kid with my Dragon?”

 

Devin was dressed in full equipment, there was a murderous rage in his eyes, it didn’t scare me though “Fuck you, Devin. Drake is not your toy; he has rights like any other sentient being on this world.”

 

“Big talk from a little squirt, you will make a great cum dumpster after I’m done with you.”

 

Jason roared into action and transformed into full werewolf form, he did look like Chewbacca’s bastard with a pointier nose and claws, “Don’t you dare lay your hands on him, you asshole.”

 

Devin stopped in his tracks, then looked me over, “Warlock, eh? I heard you guys were mostly wiped out by the Holy Knights. Look, we’re on the same side; my enemy is your enemy. We don’t need to start a fight here, where it might get their attention. Just let me have my dragon back and I promise I won’t whore him out again.”

 

Jason quickly retorted, “No, you will kill Drake for bringing us in, we won’t back down from this come hell or high water.”

 

Shit, Jason just committed us, but he’s right, “I won’t let you hurt him or any of my friends.”

 

Devin flicked a finger and flung Jason against a wall, “Your puppy boyfriend is all bark and no bite. I offered a truce without conditions, you spat on it. Now I think you will have to pay quite a bit to get out of this, I’ve never tasted a Warlocks virgin asshole and his puppy before.”

 

Fuck, he is not going to do anything like that, I’ll break him down into nothing…what the fuck, where is he, “What happened to him?”

 

Drake looked at me in awe and slightly in terror, “You…removed him from being.”

 

Jason was getting up and stared at me, “Dude, we got to get home pronto. You just killed a demon. That’s not going to go over well with the other demons, vampires, witches, or werewolves, let alone the Holy Knights.”

 

“He was going to rape all of us, I only defended myself and besides, I thought vanquishing demons was a good thing.”

 

In a flash, all three of us were teleported to a massive room with five people sitting atop like judges. Nick was there along with Baxter. I also noticed Ethan’s Mother was sitting in the middle seat. Next to her was a brunette woman with what looked like a witch’s hat. In the last seat, sat a red-skinned guy with horns and a goatee, which I guess is the stereotypical Satan motif for demons.

 

The witch announced for the entire group, “William Newt, you have been found guilty of murdering a demon, protected under the treaty. You may make any claims you wish for mitigating circumstances against this verdict.”

 

Wait, I am already guilty, fuck this, “Look, he was bad news and tried to rape Drake without his consent. He also said he would rape me and Jason.”

 

The demon frowned, “He offered you a peaceful solution out of this incident, if you had accepted it, he would still be alive. As for the rape issue, the dragon, Drake Long, in question was the property of Devin Sarin, so he may do with him as he pleases. As for you, William Newt and Jason Gerick, you were both illegally trespassing into the locker room of a school you are not scheduled to attend for one more year. You acted as invaders into another beings domain.”

 

Nick tried to calm the demon down, “Please Balthazar, be reasonable, he is just a kid,” then turned to the others, “Look Billy is new to all of this and he is trying to understand things, but as the council knows, we suffer from a curse that makes us unwise at times in our decision making.”

 

Jason jumped up to my defense, still in his cute Chewbacca form, “Councilors, I egged him on and told I helped push him to free Drake from Devin’s control. Please, if you want to punish someone, just punish me. I had full mental ability to reason this was a bad idea, but I still went along with it.”

 

If I am going to jail or whatever, I am not dragging Jason into this, “Look I was the one who planned this out and wanted to steal the town’s prize football during the homecoming game. I was the one who vanquished the demon.”

 

The demonic judge screamed, “You see how he rubs his nose in murder of an innocent being.”

 

“Oh please, the jackass had it coming to him. Who would chain up another being just to sexually and mentally abuse him? It’s pure evil.”

 

The Witch spoke up, “Young man, all life is precious, even those aligned with darkness and evil. This is not a video game or a fantasy story, where beings with magic powers are bound to destroy evil on the side of good. You cannot assign moral judgments on people, who act under their own needs.”

 

Ethan’s mom spoke, “Billy, I know what you probably thought might have been good and you just wanted to protect yourself and others, but there are consequences for the use of magic. This council was set up after what happened to the elder Wizards to try and prevent it from happening again.”

 

Baxter screamed out, “Let’s stop circling around, Billy that demon on the far side wants to see you dead. Your dad and I think you should just be grounded and punished accordingly. Ms. Green and Mrs. Avita want you to serve some time in a magical prison. Please give us a reason to reconsider these verdicts.”

 

Oh this is so bullshit, all I did was break this guy into nothing, I mean let me at least try putting him back together…visualize his body, mind, and soul….voila there he is, “Okay, fine here’s your asshole back all neat and demonic.”

 

Everyone roared, “Oh Shit!”

 

Jason and Drake looked at me in shock; Jason spoke first, “Dude, you just brought a demon back from the dead. Not even the gods can do that without a massive load of powerful tools. Even Merlin couldn’t do it.”

 

Drake chimed in quickly, “You’re right on the edge of breaking the rules of cosmic equilibrium. That was amazing. I’d like to follow you Billy, if you want to keep me as a pet; I don’t think Devin will want me after dying like that and you’d make a good master. I can you and your werewolf around, I got my permit.”

 

The demon judge, looking scared, sounded, “He’s too powerful to be left alive, we must kill him now before he can be a real threat.”

 

Nick quickly assuaged the others, “Billy has repaired his transgressions against this alliance, so there is no case to be made against him. Anything else that was learned from this trial will remain secret and Billy’s gifts shall be explored in due time. I will transport him and Jason back home. We will have a long discussion about magical ethics later.”

 

Before Nick could do that, I added “Drake is coming with us, I freed him from Devin and I want him to be my friend and brother, not a pet.”

 

Nick nodded, then the 3 of us were back home, I glanced at Drake “Dude, you’re safe now.”

 

Jason sighed with relief, “That was scary”

 

Drake looked me over in awe, “I don’t know how to thank you. Why did you help me out?”

 

“Well honestly, I thought you were in trouble and I couldn’t let someone take advantage of you. I’ve been through that in the past and I won’t let it happen to anyone else. Plus, you’re cute.”

 

Drake's mouth went wide, “You’re gay!”

 

After all this, I made up my mind, “Yeah, but I am not a fag. The way I see the difference is that I don’t like fashion or gay pride crap. I like boys and I like to mess around with them only. Drake, we can have fun if you want, but only if you want it, I am not going to put you on a leash. Speaking of which, Jason owes me something.”

 

Jason grinned as he transformed out of his werewolf form back to puppy dog, “No, I don’t, you failed in stealing the football.”

 

“I freed a dragon and tamed him.”

 

Jason came running up to me and transformed back into a boy, “That’s why you get this.”

 

Jason kissed me passionately for the first time. I have never felt so much warmth, or so much relief as I did with Jason in my arms. I didn’t care if Drake was just a few feet away and was willing to take my cock in his mouth or ass, anymore. I knew fully that I wanted to be with Jason and only him, because he would be there by my side whatever the final outcome.