The Blades' Champion
“…and that… on… F…M…Krrrrt” the radio in my car buzzed as I let out a sigh, giving it a good smack- as if hitting it would fix anything. Nope, the stupid hunk of junk is dead.
My ride wasn’t exactly the fanciest thing out there, but then again, nothing in my life was. Cheap car, cheap clothes, cheap apartment – maybe if I held a job for longer than two weeks my life would be so ass but doing small gigs and odd jobs always felt more my style anyways.
Of course, that's how I find myself driving off to the middle of nowhere. Another odd job gig that came in the mail. Normally I wouldn't take a job this far out, but something about it felt... different. It was weird, since the letter wasn’t even exactly clear on the details, apparently it promised a “life-changing experience unlike any other”. Well, whatever, hopefully, “life-changing experience” means a hefty paycheck for a new car radio.
I kept on driving after what felt like forever as I started daydreaming. Sure, I’d gotten used to living off small gigs, but sometimes I couldn't help but wish for something more. Like I was actually someone powerful or important or, well anything really. He’ll even a girlfriend would be enough.
Pfft, yeah, like that’s ever going to happen.
I kept daydreaming for who knows how long as I started to glaze blankly at the road ahead... the long... dead... empty road…
“Ah, I see. So, you are the one who has answered my call.”
The loud and sudden voice booming through my head freaked the shit out as I snapped back into reality, losing control of my car. I tried to regain my grip, but it almost felt as had a mind of its own.
Before I knew it, I was bracing myself as I closed my eyes shut. The last thing I remember hearing was a loud crash before blacking out completely.
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“…Ugh, my head” I muttered after what felt like hours later.
Somehow, I came out without even a scratch on me- I started to pick myself off the ground before I-
Wait a minute? The ground? Where’s the hell's my car?
“What the fuck?” I tried to take a good look at my surroundings- but it was almost as if I was stuck in some sort of void. There was nothing around me for what felt like miles. I reached for my pocket to pull out my flip phone but- hell, even that dingy old thing was gone too!
Holy shit did I die? I did, didn’t I? I fucking died.
“What the fuck is going on?” I began thinking aloud as I started panicking- although, it’s not like anyone was around to hear-
“Relax Chosen one, you are not lost, for have brought you here.” The voice from earlier echoed again. I should have been pissed, but for some reason, it felt… oddly comforting? I looked around, but it was still just me and the void.
“Trust your instincts. They will guide you to me.”
Maybe part of the afterlife was hallucinations. I wasn’t exactly a religious person though- but, well, the voice said to trust my instincts. So, I started walking… somewhere.
The void felt endless, but the more I walked, the more relaxed I got. Who knows, maybe I wasn't dead after all, and this was just a dream. Each step echoed loudly, but something in me told me I was going the right way. Sure enough, after a while, I saw something- a glimpse of a light in the distance. Before I knew it, I was running, probably faster than I’d ever run before.
As I got closer to the light, I suddenly froze. Because what lay in the light was the last thing I’d ever expect to see...
It was some kind of sword placed on some sort of strange pedestal. The light reflecting on the edges of the Blade, while the weird writing below glowed and swirled. I’ve never been a sword guy or anything but, something about the sight of it all was just so… captivating.
“What’s a sword like this doing out here?” I whispered as I carefully approached. The closer I got, the more impressive it looked. There were engravings etched onto the blade- I didn’t know what they were or if they even meant anything, but I was so intrigued nonetheless…
“Welcome, Chosen one, I have been waiting for you. Please, tell me your name."
The voice echoed in my head again. I quickly turned around, searching for someone- anyone. But it was just me. Me and… the sword. I cautiously turned back towards it.
“Who… what… are you speaking to me?” I asked. Surely it couldn’t be the sword.
“I am indeed. And I am in fact the Sword that resides before you.”
Holy shit. Not only is the sword talking to me, but it's reading my thoughts. Nah what the hell, I really did die after all.
“I… how…” I hesitated- this was beyond crazy.
“I understand this must be confusing, and I shall explain. But first, Your name please?”
“My… My name is... Max."
“Welcome Max. I am the spirit that resides in Blade of Champions- the sword that lays before you. Long ago I was a powerful warrior, easily dominating all those who opposed me. I sought nothing more but power and to grow stronger. One day, however, my quest for power led me straight into a trap- a powerful curse was placed upon me, and I have remained here ever since."
"Thankfully, and unbeknownst to my captor, I was able to preserve my strength and power within my prison. All that would be required was for someone worthy of possessing my strength to release the seal. And so, ever since I have been searching for one to deem as a suitable Champion to wield my power. You, Max, are that Champion.”
“What are you… Champion? I think you got the wrong guy, I’m no Champion.”
“At ease, there is no mistake. You are the one I called out for. The one I have deemed worthy of possessing me. You possess a powerful longing do you not? A longing to grow stronger, to become more than you could ever dream. A longing for power. We walk the same path, and we share the same ideals. All you must do is release me and embrace my power.”
None of this felt real- and something about all this felt off... but then, why… why do I believe it?
Why did I want to listen?
“But I… I can’t be your Champion. I’m not strong or powerful like you, hell, I’ve never even held a sword.” I confessed, feeling a bit defeated at the truth of it all.
“Do not worry. I will guide you. You must only release me from the pedestal-, the seal that has kept me imprisoned. And I shall grant you a new life- one beyond your wildest dreams- one worthy of a Champion.”
Common sense was telling me to turn around and run- but there was another part of me... It was getting louder and louder... that wanted me to listen… no…
I didn’t want to. I needed to…
I needed to obey him.
“Release me from my seal, and we shall become one.”
The spirit's words felt like a beautiful silk web wrapping itself around me.
Before I knew it, I felt my arm move as if it had a mind of its own- as I placed my hand firmly on the hilt of the sword. I instantly felt a sharp burn on my hand, but I kept my grip as I unsheathed the blade from the pedestal- breaking the seal and holding it up high. It was incredibly heavy, but I refused to let go.
“AH, YES! At long last, a new era has arrived! I shall transform you into a suitable wielder unlike any other. Our spirits shall intertwine, and we shall become one!'"
The voice of the Spirit echoed through my head. With each word he spoke, I could feel his power beginning to flow through me. I should have been scared but instead, I felt nothing but excitement.
Suddenly, a surge of power burst through the blade as I reeled back, but never losing my grip on the hilt. In an instant, I felt as if I was suspended in midair, as right before my very eyes, the Spirit began to take shape. He was tall, muscular, and- damn if I was gay, I’d say he was pretty hot.
The Spirit approached me, and somehow, I could feel him. His hand felt cold to the touch, but still held a gentle yet firm grasp on me as he slowly began caressing my body. I’ve never had anyone, much less a guy touch me like this- but something about him, it felt so… perfect.
“Are you…?” I managed to mutter out,
“Indeed. I am the Spirit who you have freed. While my body has been long gone for many centuries, you now stand before me. I shall mold you into the perfect vessel- and our faiths shall become one.”
As he began to gently massage my arms, I began to feel so intoxicated as I felt a surge of power flow through them. As I felt his touch all over, he quickly became more and more addicting. While my arms began to burn with power as muscles began to form, the feeling of his touch became so exhilarating, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he explored every inch.
“Mmm, yes. Just as I suspected - You shall make a fine and worthy vessel. Ah, but here, allow me to remove these rags from you.”
He moved onto my chest as he grabbed onto my old shirt, effortlessly ripping it off before he began rubbing my chest, bringing himself closer and kissing my stomach. Each time his lips pressed against my skin, a jolt of electricity ran through me- I should have felt taken aback, after all this wasn't normal but... but instead, I just wanted more. I needed more.
“Please…mmm, don’t stop… feels so… feels so good...” my voice sounding more and more desperate with each moan that escaped.
As He continued to kiss and massage my body, I felt my stomach beginning to lose its fat, quickly making its way for a defined six pack and wealth of power that eagerly took its place. Without warning, I felt his lips on my nipples as he began to suck on them- his tongue teasing me with every movement. He was lighting a fire inside me as a pair of smooth toned pecs formed, adding definition to my now gorgeous body. The feeling was unlike anything I could imagine, I never knew the touch of a man could feel so addicting.
“I see someone is enjoying themselves. Very well, allow me to show you just how addicting the body and touch of a man can truly be Max.”
The spirit began to tease me as he stopped his focus on my chest as he placed his hand gently on the back of my head, pulling my focus to meet his gaze. His eyes were almost hypnotic, as the more I started, the longer I wanted to stay wrapped in this moment. As our gaze stayed locked in place, he began to lick his lips with anticipation.
“A true warrior must understand the true meaning of what makes a man a man. This shall be your first lesson.”
A nagging voice in the back of my head began to scream- saying that this wasn’t me. This wasn’t normal. But... I didn’t care. His gentle grasp, his stunning eyes, and those heavenly lips… I had to have him… no...
I have to become him.
Our lips hungrily pressed against each other and suddenly I felt as if my world had truly been opened- I didn’t care about any woman or girlfriend anymore, nothing could ever compare to this sensation. With every gasp of air, our lips burned with a desperate wanting for more as our tongues danced with each other. As he began to caress my face, my cheekbones morphed and sharpened to match his very image of perfection, and as he brushed his hand through my hair, it too began to change, turning from a dull brown to an elegant blonde.
As we continued to kiss, his hands made their way toward my jeans as he ripped them off with ease, tossing them aside like sheets of tissue paper, before quickly finding his prize as his fingers began to wrap themselves around my throbbing member.
With each gentle stroke, I felt a power unlike any other as my legs began to expand and grow, my calves burning with strength as muscle quickly began to take over, leaving me at a towering 7 feet in height. As the changes made their way to my feet, the began to grow and expand as well- bursting through my worn-out sneakers effortlessly, their newfound glory fully unleashed. As his hand began to pick up the pace, I could feel my dick grow and harden like a diamond, snapping my boxers off with ease. With that invitation, he began to move his other hand towards my ass as he began to explode my hole, there was simply no way to describe the amazing feeling I was experiencing as my eyes began to roll back.
As my ass gained more definition with his touch, a hunger began to grow inside me as I felt myself begin to leak and moan intensely. I wanted- no, needed to cum so badly.
“Mhm, at ease my Chosen, you’ve done well thus far- but now you must embrace me and the role you will take. Tell me, Max. Who am I?”
“You are… you are my…” Ugh, that nagging voice in the back of my head again… it's sounds so familiar. Oh, wait, it was whatever was left of my free will. The small part of me that was begging to let go of this feeling... why... why would I do such a thing?
“Yes, Go on my Chosen. Embrace our destiny. Let go of any doubts that shackle you.”
The small part of me that was desperately holding on was screaming louder and louder, begging, but it was nothing more than a distraction- a hindrance. I tuned the voice out for good- nothing was going to distract me or hold me back anymore.
“You are my… you are my MASTER.”
“Well done my Chosen! And tell me Max, what is your purpose?”
“To be your ever-obedient vessel. To reclaim your honor- your quest power. To be not only your servant, but to be your ever-loyal Champion, Master!”
“You have done well my Chosen! From this moment forth, our paths shall become one, and together, we will embrace a new identity- As Maximus the Gladiator! Wielder of the sacred Blade of Champions!”
Suddenly, a bright light flashed between the two of us as my Master entered my- no, OUR now fully naked body as his will fully began to take hold, power flowing through our veins.
We lifted our hand as we summoned the scraps of clothing that laid beneath us- some of the last remaining pieces of my former life without my Master. We closed our eyes as each scrap began to glow brightly, snaking its way onto our body.
The torn soles of my shoes molded themselves against our feet as they began to take the shape of a pair of gladiator sandals, leaving our massive feet on display- ready for all those beneath us to kneel before them. Next, the remains of my jeans swirled around our crotch as they formed a stunning leather kilt, while and ready for action. Finally the scraps of my shirt made their way up our chest as morphed into a pair of shoulder pads that showed off our newly toned body as a reminder for men to worship us- and as a warning for those who dared to defy us.
As the final changes took place, we placed our hand on our 9-inch cock, stroking it. Memories of my former life began to erase themselves- they were useless. My true life has only now begun. We began to stroke faster, the need for release, to rid myself of my former life, to…
“UUGGH, YEEESSS! AT LONG LAST- THE SEAL HAS BEEN BROKEN AND WE HAVE BEEN REBORN.”
We shouted as our thick and heavy load shot out, finally ridding me of my former life, and sealing our faith for all eternity. A smile began to form as we opened our now ice-blue eyes, licking our sweet seed that rested on our body.
Suddenly, we were no longer in the void. Instead, we were in the barracks of an arena. The crowd cheered from outside, igniting our will.
“Now then my loyal Champion. Are you ready to embrace your destiny? A life changing experience unlike any other?” My Master spoke, His words absolute.
“Without hesitation Master, for we are Maximus-, welder of the Blade of Champions, and I will not fail you.”
I lowered the Blade to my side and made my way to the arena, eager to reclaim my Masters' honor.
I was ready to serve as my Masters’ Champion.
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This was a complete rewrite of my story, 'Awakening' which I originally posted here on Gay Spiral Stories. In my opinion this version is much better written, but- I'll let you be the judge. Regardless, hope you enjoyed, and hopefully I'll be back with another story soon.