Voodoo

by Allen Baker

It was my own fault: I just get carried away on line. I didn't mean to hurt Jamil. I had just meant for us to have hot fantasy sex through the web, but it got out of hand. How was I to know he was serious and actually falling in love? And now I'm suffering for it.

It started months ago when I met Jamil on a webcam site. One of those "anything goes" sites for gays. It started tame enough. Just a chat with him in an undershirt and tight white briefs. Me with no shirt, just sloppy boxers. We tested for common interests and found we both liked many of the same things – sexually, that is. And we both fantasized about kinky stuff, but had never had willing partners to live them out. It had been in the wee hours of the morning and so we called it a night, agreeing to meet again on the net and play around a bit.

Casey knew I was really into the webcam scene. He found no appeal, but didn't mind my cruising on line. Actually, he decided we had better sex after I'd spent time cruising the net – kind of foreplay for me. It really got me kinked up and raring to go. And of course Casey liked that.

The next night I was seated at the monitor when it sprang to life with Jamil. His swarthy, Carribean flesh gleamed on the screen in stark contrast to my blanched skin tone and red hair. His lilting accent sent bolts to my cortch. I stared hungrily at his bare chest. Both his nipples sported metal rings. Of course I'd heard of this and seen a picture of two, but had never actually seen it in person. He could see what I was staring at. He reached up and toyed with one of the rings. He twisted it lightly and slowly pulled it out away form his chest. It stretched obscenely. I was practically drooling onto my keyboard.

"You like that, man?"

"Oh yeah, Jamil. That's hot." It was such a breathy whisper I'm surprised he even heard it.

"You should get it done. Gives great place for a lover to hold on." His grin grew wider.

"Maybe sometime." I knew Casey would never go for it. He didn't even think pierced ears on a guy were a turn on. Right then is when I should have told Jamil about my lover being just twenty feet away in the living room. That was my opportunity. After that, I just fell into the fantasy relationship we were developing and didn't let Jamil know I was truly committed to a guy I loved. But a guy who didn't share my web addiction. I just never went there.

Any way, night after night, Jamil and I met and danced our desires on line. Stripping down to nothing, showing each other our excitement. Watching each other stroke and listen to the moans of mounting excitement. Uttering encouraging comments and shouting out as our climaxes splattered the computers and messed up our bodies with spewing man wash. After, we'd chat – something kinda rare on the cams. We'd talk about our families and work and weather. You know, just talk. That's how I learned his grandmother was a Voodoo priestess.

"Oh, come on." I laughed.

"Jamil's face went serious. Oh man, don't scoff at Voodoo. It is very real. And my grandmother is very powerful. You just don't know."

"Are you really serious? I thought you were just joshing me."

"Oh no, man. It is a power not to be trifled with. Here in the islands it is our religion and our way of lift."

"Oh." I let the subject drop, not quite sure yet if he were trying to put me on.

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Weeks passed and I found I was spending most of my online time with Jamil. He was just so hot. I loved his lilting accent nearly as much as his uncut meat. Both turned me on. Friendship was developing. He even invited me to visit during my next holidays. That would be tempting.

We even started sending each other presents. Nothing expensive – just turn-on things. You know ... like I sent him a pair of my jockeys that I'd creamed during one of our talks. He sent me one of his piercing rings that he'd stretched out of. Stuff like that. Things to fondle during our sessions.

One night I sat in front of the screen and clipped off my pube hair while he watched. Then I caught my cum in a small film canister. Later that night I capped off the film container and put my pubic hair in a sandwich bag and packaged it up to send to him.

Not long after that he began to pressure me to come to the islands for a visit. He wanted to set a date. Wanted us to see if we could have a life together. That's when I decided things may have gotten a bit out of hand. I knew I had to level with him about having a lover. So, I said that Casey and I might consider a trip to see him.

His face went rigid. "Casey?"

"Yeah, well ... yeah, Casey. We're lovers and live together. He doesn't mind my having on-line playmates.'

"Lover?" His voice was flat. His face a mask of shock and pain.

"Look, Jamil, I never expected this to develop into anything more than an internet friendship. I'm really sorry if you thought otherwise."

For a moment he didn't say anything. Then a tear formed at the corner of his eye and slowly slid down his cheek. My heart did a flip when I realized how much I must have hurt him.

"Oh, Jamil, I'm so ..."

"Stop!" he interrupted, "don't say anything more to hurt me." The his face transformed into anger. "You'll be sorry for this. You really will."

The screen went blank before I could respond.

That night I told Casey about the encounter, and he tried to be reassuring that the guy would get over it. But he hadn't seen his face.

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For the next week and a half, Jamil was absent from the net. Then suddenly he was there. He had a slight smile, but wasn't his old bubbly self. "You'd better strip down for this. I think you'll want to be nude."

"Oh yeah," I responded as I slipped off my boxers, thinking he'd decided that our fantasy play was better than no relationship at all.

Then he moved out of sight from the web cam and zoomed in on the small table in the background. There sat a framed picture of me nude, captured from one of our internet sessions. It was surrounded by black candles with flowers strewn among. But what really got my attention was the crude doll lying front and center. It was about a foot long. It was nude with prominent male genitals. On its head and crotch was an abundance of red hair. My red hair. Beside it sat the film canister.

I was suddenly struck with irrational fear. "Jamil? What is this? . . . Jamil?"

He didn't come back into the picture. "I said you would be sorry you hurt me. If that man of your's is home, I think you'd better get him in here."

I hesitated only moment before I called out to Casey. There must have been some kind of edge in my voice because he came on the run.

"What? What's the matter?"

I couldn't answer. I just pointed to the screen. Casey moved over behind me and looked. "Oh shit."

"You bet ‘Oh shit,'" came back over the speaker. "Your friend is about to pay a terrible price."

A hand reached into the picture and poured the contents of the film can onto the doll's crotch. My own white goo dribbled onto the miniature dick and balls. He began to rub it into the cloth doll. And my groin began to tingle. I jumped. The power of suggestion. Nothing more surely.

Jamil took his thumb and finger and squeezed the figurine's balls. It was like I got kicked in the nuts. I cried out in pain and grabbed myself. Casey grasped my shoulders from behind for support and spoke into my ear. "This is insane, just some kind of hypnosis. Don't look – close your eyes and he can't hurt you."

Jamil just laughted. "Stupid unbelievers." He struck a match and held it to the red hair glued to the doll. Casey and I both cried out when the hair on my crotch began to smolder, turn black and crinkle into singed nothingness. Now I began to panic and hyperventilate. I nearly passed out, but Casey supported me.

Then I saw the ultimate horror. Jamil picked up an exacto knife. Pandemonium erupted at our end. I started screaming. Casey started cussing and yelling into the microphone for Jamil to put it down. Both of us watched if horror as he lightly ran the blade across the head of the fake cock. I shouted as blood began to trickle down my shaft from the shallow cut.

Jamil pulled down on the doll's balls and in one clean sweep cut them off. I shrieked and Casey shouted, "No!" as my nuts and sack dropped to the floor. Blood began to pour from my mutilated groin.

Over the speaker came the words "Now you know the power of the islands. Beware. Casey, better get him to the hospital." And Jamil was gone.

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I never turn the computer on any more. Casey is good to me, and I know he loves me. But I'm changed. I can tell I'm killing the relationship. It could last if I'd make the effort. Casey tries to make me. But I'm dead inside. Is this my own reaction to the experience. Or is Jamil able to manipulate the mindset of the doll? And I live in daily dread of what else he may do to that doll. Moment by moment I expect pain. More cuts? Needles into my tits? Gouging out my eyes? I don't know how to go on. Maybe Casey is better off without me. Maybe the world is better off without me. Maybe I should end it all now and be free of that doll. Maybe.