The Chopped Asset

Inspired by a true story of a friend

Nine years before the end of the twentieth century, a young blood was born in the City of Vaclod. He was the offspring of a royal family of the central south. Having skin as white as snow, adorable eyes, and rightfully placed facial moles, he was his parent’s apple of the eye.

A feast was set to celebrate his birth. Wealthy people from far away land came to attend together with fairies, house elves and other enchanted creatures. Numerous presents were offered and placed on the golden coated chest near the child’s cradle. The people enjoyed the variety of dishes exquisitely prepared by known gourmet hunters who dared to risk their lives and travel their way to the edge of the planet just to have the sought-after ingredients.

Five warlocks came riding their flying broomsticks. They were invited as the child’s godfathers. They appeared in the stillness of the night sky and perfectly round-shaped moon. People applauded as they one-by-one set foot close to the innocent sleeping child. The first four gave their blessings of wisdom, courage, health and prosperity. But a moment before the last warlock was about to take his turn, a dark shadow embraced the entire hall, which was followed by a loud frightening laugh, long enough until a lady figure slowly appeared right before their eyes. "…And why am I not invited by thee?", she shouted with her eyes looking straight at the petrified host- King Racit. She was the King’s evil sister who studied sorcery and magic at Beauxbatons, a prestigious school for witchcraft. Everyone thought she was dead after she connived with Lord Voldemort but lost against the army of Dumbledore. The people in the hall were astonished for they believed the myth and rumors about her unfortunate defeat.

In an instant, she pointed her wand to the child and yelled, "Lust- the gift I shall bestow you…". She laughed once more like a real witch and vanished together with the dark fog.

There was a minute of deafening silence. The guests felt sorry and were depressed for the poor child, same way the warlocks did for they know that their powers were useless to revoke the witch’s enchantment.

Fifteen years passed and the boy heavily endured the curse of his fate. The family migrated to one of the coasts of the Island of the Serpent with the hope that the witch would no longer preoccupy their lives. The witch’s curse gave his uncontrollable lust for physical affection and consistent genital erection. Rubbing does him no good so he had to seek for people to satisfy his ‘unique’ cravings. He kissed more like French and he touched placidly skins- some aggressive moves that were highly praised by a few girls in his time.

The prince dreamt and was aroused by the beauty of some goddesses. Later, because of his strong connections with some colleagues who knew such goddesses and perhaps his swift but accurate moves, he was able to meet and befriended a few of them. He had an affair with goddesses like Maria the blessed, Jenny the charming, Jessica the people’s darling, Kelly the jolly, and Seria the cat lover. But these were no match against his favorite Sandra the kite enthusiast, the pretty girl whose parents were not opposing against their blatant love affair, and Carla the moonlight beauty, the only girl he never dared to touch because of his genuine respect towards her amazing personality.

At first it was hard for him to control his natural dilemma. Out of the eagerness to relieve his own sexual arousals, he resorted to the support of his friends- Cole the damned, Severus the righteous and of course Rubeus the train and rail tracks expert. Rubeus was illustrious because he gave the young blood an authentic vintage robe with a ‘DOWN’ imprint, just as the prince wished. No one knew if he also had an affair with these men, but people will surely understand if he will confess he did.

The night before his eighteenth natal anniversary, the fifth warlock who was not able to grant his blessing on him made an amazing apparition. He was Charlie the monstermaker, his last living godfather after the other four died in the gruesome battle against the so-called faithful servant of Lord Voldemort. He showed an image of himself on the surface of brick wall and then uttered in a soft but heartening voice, "Tonight I shall will you my blessing...". The young prince with great amazement couldn’t believe the great magic taking place in front of him. He was confused and so astonished that he couldn’t speak of any word in response to the magician’s statement. After all, it was the first time that he saw his godfather and the first time that he experienced real magic.

"Open this at exactly 12 midnight tomorrow", the godfather continued as he was reaching his hand towards the petrified young man to render a box containing the present. After having a hold to the box, he stared silently as his last godfather vanished to thin air.

A few hours before his official birthday, his best friend Sesa the ant raiser came for a visit. They French kissed thrice and end up in the man’s bed a few minutes before the break of the new day. He never forgot his godfather’s order so he opened the box at exactly midnight and there he saw nothing but banana-flavored condom. Giggling, he turned to tell Sesa the weird present he received from his godfather but Sesa instantly grabbed his dick and cut it off with a sharp-edged dagger she was suppose to give as a present. The prince screamed for the rest of the day.
From then on, the young blood lived happily ever after out of love and not lust. He married Sesa who agreed to keep as a secret what had happened that strange night. Because of the chopped asset, the witch’s spell against him finally ended and Sesa felt much secured that her husband wouldn’t hit on other girls (or boys for that instance) ever again.