Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2022 01:22:55 +0000
From: Leonard <leonardwriting@gmail.com>
Subject: Apprentice and King - Chapter 6

Apprentice and King
By Leonard - leonardwriting@gmail.com

M/b, mind control, consensual (after mind control), magic, oral, anal,
more...

SYNOPSIS

A kinky take on a hero's journey as an eleven-year-old boy tries to follow
his destiny as an apprentice to a Master Wizard.  His teacher, though,
shapes him to find pleasure in much more than just casting spells.


STORY NOTES

This chapter takes us to some heavy smut, with only a smattering of story.
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Chapter 6: Home

Man and boy awoke in each other's arms.

"Mmmmm," moaned Zeles.  Still half asleep, he pulled Ardin closer, and it
made the sleepy 11-year-old smile.  He felt safe and loved in his mentor's
embrace, and he returned the pull by pressing his own body tighter against
his teacher.  They each responded to the touch of another almost like
clockwork.  Zeles felt blood rush to his dick, and it pressed firmly into
the boy's soft ass.  Feeling his teacher's hardness, Ardin smiled even more
deeply and rubbed himself against it, pressing his hips up against the hard
cock and giving a shake to his soft, smooth ass.  Zeles moaned at the
movement, his own hardness increasing again; at that, Ardin pushed against
his mentor once again, feeding Zeles' desire.

"You're such a good boy," cooed the wizard.  He leaned down, kissing the
back of Ardin's head, and the boy giggled softly.  Then Ardin again
increased the pressure against man's dick, eager for more attention and the
comfort of its presence.

"Thank you for... helping me," said Ardin, choosing his words carefully as
he snuggled up against the wizard.  "I feel a lot better today."

"I'm so glad," replied Zeles warmly.  He ran his hand lightly through the
boy's hair, then brought it down to Ardin's belly, fingertips tracing along
the soft fabric of the shirt he'd purchased for the boy at Crezia.  Ardin
didn't move; the small boy just lay there, held by the wizard, breathing
rhythmically.

Gingerly, Zeles pulled up on the fabric, exposing Ardin's belly.  The
wizard stroked along the smooth skin.  There was a warm, gentle curve above
Ardin's waist and Zeles ran his hand up along it.  The skin was supple and
tender as the man's fingers reached the boy's belly button.  He moved his
hand up some more, and it slid fully underneath the boy's shirt to explore
his soft stomach.

Ardin blushed at the touch, but he didn't object.  A day ago, he would have
recoiled, cried out.  Now, though, the wizard's hand felt warm and
comforting.  Good, thought Zeles.

Zeles stroked softly along the boy's skin, back and forth underneath the
silky shirt.  He could feel Ardin's gentle breathing, heightened a bit
because of the touch.  His fingers slid again and again over the curve of
the boy's belly and around the indentation of the belly button.  Down
lower, his fingers felt the bones of the boy's pelvis, and he thought about
what hid under there.

Meanwhile, Ardin breathed softly, blushing, his sleepy eyes open but
glassy.  His mind felt blissfully empty, just safe, just existing in the
wizard's touch.  Zeles wondered idly if maybe Ardin would allow more
now... but it would be a risk.  Still, his cock twitched at the thought.
Predictably, the boy ground himself into it.

Zeles felt like he could stay here forever, just holding this soft, gentle
boy.

"I've never been held like this," said Ardin, abruptly.

"You're growing up," replied Zeles.

"I guess," said the boy, although he didn't really understand what Zeles
meant.  To him, it just felt good, and so he snuggled tighter.  Birds were
chirping, and the sun was already above the horizon; it was getting warmer.
They should go.  But Zeles still held Ardin.

"Papa never held me like this," said the boy, softly.  He sounded sad,
distant.

"You miss him," said Zeles.

"I guess," said Ardin.  He paused.  "Not as much as I used to."  Another
pause.  "I guess you helped with that."  The boy sounded... quiet.  Maybe a
bit conflicted?

Gently, Zeles stroked the soft belly again.  "You're a good boy," he said.

Ardin didn't reply.  He just let himself be stroked, let himself be held by
the wizard.  A tear ran down his cheek.  He turned his head, still in
Zeles' arms, but looking now at the wizard.  His eyes were unreadable,
until finally, he spoke in a hushed voice.

"I love you," he said.

He meant it platonically, Zeles knew, but hearing those words made the
wizard's heart skip a beat.  "I love you too," he replied, softly.  Ardin
smiled, and Zeles stroked him again.  He could feel Ardin's warm and wet
breath on his cheek.

For a moment, they lay like that in the warming morning air.  Then Ardin
let out a soft giggle.

"You like my belly a lot!" he said, smiling widely.

"I do," replied Zeles, not removing his hand yet.  "I like all of you."

Ardin grinned.  "I like you too," he said.  Again, he meant it
platonically, but the words sank into Zeles' mind.  Gently, Ardin reached
down, his hand brushing Zeles' dick.  "Is it naughty," he asked, "if I like
this part most?"

Zeles grinned.  "Not at all," he said.  "I hope you keep liking that part
most."

Ardin laughed.  "It's so weird!" he said.  "I don't know why."

"It's good, Ardin," said Zeles.  "It's good you like it, isn't it?"

Ardin nodded seriously.  "Yeah," he said.  "It's so big."

"Because of you."

"Because of me," he confirmed.  "I guess."

"It is because of you," said Zeles.  "You're so good."

If it was up to Zeles, he would stay here forever.  Or at least until Ardin
gave him a good blowjob.  So he spoke his next words reluctantly: "We
should go."

Ardin looked a bit... regretful, but he nodded dutifully and slowly pulled
himself away.  Small hands gently rearranged his clothes, pulling down the
fine shirt to cover his belly again.  He smiled, a wide and innocent smile.
"Let's ride!"  He giggled again.

Man and boy began picking up and packing items together, loading up
Lightstorm for the trip.  While struggling with a heavy bag that he
insisted on carrying himself, Ardin happened to glance down at Zeles' dick.
He huffed as he attached it to Lightstorm, then turned to the wizard,
staring right at his crotch again.

"Will... it... um, still be big?  On the horse?"

Zeles grinned.  "For you?" he said.  "Yes."

"Good," said Ardin, as he retrieved the last pack (fortunately, much
lighter).  It made him feel so much safer on the horse, especially when
they were going fast.

* * *

Zeles hadn't lied.  He did stayed aroused, which was all things considered
not that hard.  Especially since Ardin was pressed against him, pushing
eagerly against his erection.

Well, thought Zeles, my apprentice is shaping up nicely in lots of ways.

It was a few more hours of riding.  The time passed swiftly; sometimes
Zeles would teach Ardin some little bit of magic, and sometimes they would
both just enjoy their closeness.  When they neared the wizard's estate,
Zeles showed the boy the web of static magical power he'd established.  He
sent a message through it to alert the household of their arrival, and
Ardin watched the web glimmer as the bit of power traveled along its
threads.

At last they came up the hill towards Zeles' manor house.  For someone who
had no formal position of power, it was a very large house.  Of course,
although Zeles held no title or rank, he was valuable to those with either,
and money came to him in many ways.  He was known and, if not respected
(there were rumors, after all)... needed.

Speaking of rumors, standing outside waiting for them were four young boys,
all about ten to twelve years old.  Each wore nothing but a cloth
undergarment: a simple piece of fabric that looped around their waists and
hung just a few inches down their upper thighs (leaving no small amount of
smooth thighs available for the viewing).  It looked like it wouldn't be
hard to access the "protected" parts of their bodies... in fact, if they
bent over, that just might do it!

As the horse approached, the four boys all knelt.  Ardin wondered at what
he was seeing.  Why were they dressed like that?  Why did they kneel?  Was
Zeles somehow a lord himself?

They approached, and Zeles dismounted.  "Welcome home, master," the boys
said almost in unison as the wizard helped Ardin dismount.

Ardin gawked at them.  "Are they... also apprentices?" he asked, meekly.
Perhaps he wanted to think that this was strange, or unnatural.  If so, he
was now unable to even form those thoughts.

Zeles smiled.  "No, my boy," he said, and he gently patted Ardin on the
head.  "They are my servants, treasured and lovely.  They work for me, and
in exchange, I give them food, shelter, and an education."

Ardin took that in, looking them over.  Meanwhile, Zeles told the boys they
could stand, and they did, with their slender, hairless bodies on display.

"How was the trip?" asked one.

"Is this your new apprentice?" asked another.

"I'm Kesti," said another, walking up to Ardin.

"All right, boys!" said Zeles.  "Stand back.  Ardin, this is Vides," he
indicated a lanky ten-year-old with blond hair and blue eyes.  The thin and
gangly boy waved back shyly.

Pointing to a stockier, supple-skinned 11-year-old with curly brown hair
and brown eyes, he named him as "Adomas."  Underneath his skimpy
undergarments, supple, smooth, and tanned thighs emerged, almost glowing in
the bright sunlight.  "Hi, Ardin," said the boy, with a welcoming smile.

Next was a fit, somewhat short 10-year-old with big brown eyes and dirty
blond hair.  Instead of Adomas' wider thighs, Kesti's were athletic, with a
defined curve of boyish muscles.  "Kesti."

Kesti smiled back, holding back his energy only by bouncing on his tiptoes
before he settled down.  "Welcome!" he exclaimed.

And finally was "Rohim," a twelve-year-old with bright blue eyes and deep
black hair.  He was also fit, although he was taller and with some visible
muscle definition across his body.  His smooth skin was tinted a darker and
richer shade than the others, and it was beautiful in the sunlight.

Rohim ducked his head politely.  "Nice to meet you," he said, quietly.

"This is Ardin," said Zeles, to the other boys.  "He's my new apprentice."

"Um, hi," replied Ardin, feeling himself blush.  (But why weren't they
blushing?  They were practically naked!)

Kesti seemed not to mind.  "That's amazing," exclaimed the boy.  "Can you
do magic already?"

Ardin wasn't sure what to make of all these people.  He nodded silently.

"Can you show me?"

Ardin looked up at Zeles, and Zeles nodded.  "Ok," he said.  Carefully, he
willed magic out of his body, letting it flow into the air.  He slid it
through the air, collecting a cushion of magical power right at Kesti's
feet.  And then, with a small exhalation, he started to lift it, and with
the cushion he lifted Kesti up into the air.

It wasn't like when he lifted his brother, Mardo; he lifted Zeles' servant
gently, lifting him up and up.  Kesti hooted as he felt his feet lift off
the earth.  "Yeah, go Ardin!" he cried, pumping his fist as he felt himself
rise, up to three feet, four feet, five feet.

"I can see your balls!" cried Adomas, with a giggle.

"You can see them any time you want!" replied Kesti as he hung in the air.

That exchange almost made Ardin drop the boy, but he kept his
concentration.  After a moment, Ardin gently lowered him down.  That was
enough.

"Great job!" cried Kesti.  "I wish I could do stuff like that!"

"All right, all right," interrupted Zeles.  "Rohim, take Lightstorm and
unload our travel packs.  Vides and Adomas, take Ardin to his room, and
make sure he has everything he needs.  Kesti, go ahead and make us a nice
meal."

There was a chorus of "yes, master" replies as the boys all acknowledged
their commands, although Kesti added an "I always have to cook!"  But Rohim
started leading Lightstorm away, and Kesti disappeared into the house.

Adomas came up to Ardin.  "Follow us," he said, "and we'll show you where
your room is."

Ardin replied, "My room?"

Adomas grinned.  "I know!  You get your own room.  It's the best!  We share
a room but it's big.  But you get your own because you're his apprentice."

"With a bed?" said Ardin, his mind boggling at the sheer wealth of it.
He'd been in the room at the inn, but that had been Zeles', not his own!
This seemed like something else entirely.  Where he grew up, there hadn't
been rooms at all.  No one he knew had more than one room!

"Yeah," replied Adomas.  "Although we'll see.  I don't know how much time
you'll be spending with Master Tzell, so maybe you won't use it so much!"
He giggled, and Vides, who'd remained quiet so far, smiled.  Ardin blushed.

"Um," stuttered Ardin.  "What do you mean?"  Although based on his time
with Zeles this morning, he thought he had some idea, and it didn't worry
him as much as he thought it should.

"Oh, we all sleep with him sometimes," said Adomas.  "It's really fun.  I
don't know if he'll pick me as much now that you're here."

"Pick you?" asked Ardin.

"To have sex," said Adomas, simply.

"To have sex?" replied Ardin.  He hadn't thought of anything like... that
word.  "But I've never... and I don't really..."

"Don't worry about it," said Adomas.  "Most of us hadn't before we got
here."  He paused a moment, then lowered his voice sadly.  "Most of us."

"Let's go to your room," said Vides, coming into the conversation for the
first time.

The boys moved through the building.  Ardin marveled at everything.  Even
hallways were still unfamiliar to him.  The shack he'd grown up in, and the
homes of everyone he'd known, had been one-room affairs; there certainly
weren't hallways!  He'd been in a larger building once or twice as a kid,
and then of course in Crezia, but this was a home.  His home, now!  It took
a lot of getting used to.

His room was not large, but when they got to it, his eyes lit up.  It was
his.  It had a bed, a chair, a table, and some shelves.  The bed, while not
as soft as the one in Crezia, was still luxurious to the boy.  Ardin smiled
widely.  "This is amazing!"

Vides and Adomas shared a smile.  "We're very lucky," said Adomas.

An experienced traveler would have thought to unpack, but Ardin had never
thought about "moving in" to a place, so he didn't think it strange to
leave the shelves bare in his new room.  Anyway, the packs were being
unpacked by Rohim, and aside from the clothes Zeles had purchased for him,
Ardin didn't really have anything of his own; he'd even left his old
stuffed wolf at home.  "Can I see where you stay?" he asked, instead.

Vides nodded.  "Across the hall," he said.

The two boys led Ardin to their room.  It was a somewhat larger room, and
it had one large bed with an absolute mess of sheets.  There were a couple
of stuffed animals on it, and a few more throughout the room, along with
some wooden swords, a stick-horse, a couple of tops, some dice, a couple of
wooden knight figurines, and a few hoops for playing some game or other.
Ardin gawked.  "You have so many toys!"

"Master Tzell gets us toys sometimes," said Adomas, "and some are left over
from other boys who were here before us."

Something clicked in Ardin's mind.  "Always boys?"

"He likes boys," replied Vides.

Ardin nodded, processing that information.  It felt... strange, somehow.
As if it should be clicking with something in his brain, connecting
somewhere, meaning something.  But it didn't.  Everything felt right; just
how wizards live.  The thought had nowhere to go.

"What does that mean?" asked Ardin.

"He likes to have sex with us," said Adomas, his eyes glowing.

Again, a thought floated in Ardin's mind, seeking something to connect to,
but it couldn't find anything.

"Do you... like it?"  Ardin found himself fiddling with his new clothes.
There was so much strangeness in everything.  And sex was an adult
thing... although there was nothing wrong with his teacher, of course.
Zeles knew best.

"Oh yeah," said Adomas.

Vides nodded his head as well.  "Sex is great when it's done right.  When
the person... really loves you."  The ten-year-old paused for a moment.  "I
always hope he picks me.  He can make you feel soooooo good."

"Sometimes he takes two, or even three of us.  Sometimes all four,"
confirmed Adomas.  "And that's really fun too."

"Yeah," said Vides.  "But I like it when it's just me."

Adomas smiled.  "Yeah.  And we always have some sex too, just us servants,
but it's better if it's with Master Tzell."

Ardin's head was spinning.  He couldn't... place all these thoughts.  He
knew sex was an adult thing.  Not something he should have.  Not something
boys should have.  But he couldn't remember... who'd told him that?  Was it
even true?  But it was fine, it was his teacher.

"You haven't had sex with him yet?" asked Adomas.

"Uh, no," said Ardin.

"He's probably going to pick you sometimes, too," said Vides.  "We might
not get to go as often."

"But I haven't..."

Adomas smiled, and pointed with a finger at his head.  "But he's up here,
isn't he?"

Ardin started.  He realized Adomas meant the thing Zeles had done last
night.  "Um, yeah," he said.  "He's making me a better apprentice.  More
focused and stuff."

Adomas nodded back.  "Yeah," he said.  "He makes all of us better.  It's
like, what he does.  Better servants, better at learning, better at sex."

"Better at sex?" said Ardin, surprised.

"Yeah, definitely," said Adomas.  The boy took a step closer, reached out
and put a hand on Ardin's arm, stroking gently.  "If you want to try," he
said, "you're pretty cute, it'd be fun."

Ardin inhaled at the soft touch.  He was blushing furiously, not sure what
to think.  This felt... not wrong, nothing here was wrong, but his brain
was trying to tell him something and it just couldn't.  It was strange and
disorienting.  "Ummmm," he said.  He looked down at his feet.  "Not... not
now."

"Okay," said Adomas.  He took his hand away, and Ardin relaxed.  "Want a
tour?"

"Yeah, sure," replied Ardin.

They showed him around.  There was Zeles' bedroom, with a large bed; a
guest room; a bathroom; and a main living space.  It felt like a palace to
Ardin.  Outside, there was a stable for Lightstorm which could hold an
additional horse, and several gardens where they raised vegetables and had
some penned-in chickens.

The boys eagerly showed him various things and told him about their chores.
What they had to clean.  They managed the garden and chickens themselves,
with Zeles' instruction.  They told him about how Zeles used magic to keep
things running smoothly.  He'd rigged up some magic to run water to the
bathroom from the well, and often used magic to cure diseases or to help
the plants grow.

Vides picked up one of the wooden swords, and did a little play fight with
Ardin.  Both boys were laughing, and Ardin had the time of his life.  He
lost, of course; he'd used sticks when he played with his brothers, but
never swords like this!  It didn't matter, though.  Everything seemed so
perfect, so wonderful.  Before long, Rohim joined in as well.  Zeles sat to
the side, outdoors in the late midday sun, watching the boys play, smiling.
All the boys but Ardin were in just their little covers, beautiful bodies
glistening under the sun.  Before long, Kesti came and told them it was
time to eat.

The six of them went to the living space, where they sat around a table.
Steaming food was placed in the center, filled with ingredients raised
right there on the garden and provisions from the town.  There was chicken
(not their own, they mostly used their chickens for eggs), fresh
fire-roasted vegetables, and a kind of sweet porridge.  It was delicious.

"Do you have meat every day?" asked Ardin, as he stuffed his face.

"We do!" said Kesti, smiling.  "It's amazing."

"Ardin," said Zeles, "eat more slowly.  There's more food."

Ardin looked up at him.  His mouth was full, and he mumbled, "If's sho
hood!"

Kesti beamed.

The man and his five pre-pubescent boys talked, and ate, and laughed.
Zeles stayed mostly quiet, letting the boys do most of the talking.  Kesti
told a story about how one of the chickens had escaped once, and they all
had to chase it down.  Rohim talked about a townsperson who came once,
asking for some help with some wild wolf attacks, and Zeles had set up
wards for free because he knew the person couldn't pay his fee.  They
talked about nobles who'd visited, asking for help, and how it made them
feel important, and how well they paid for that help.

"Do you ever play with other kids?" asked Ardin.

Kesti shook his head.  "Nope," he said.  "Just us.  The townsfolk don't
usually want their kids playing with us."

"Why not?" asked the apprentice.

"Dunno," said Adomas.  "I guess they don't like how we live here."

"They say we don't wear enough clothes!" said Vides.

"I used to think that too," said Rohim, with a bit of a smile.  Then he
shrugged.

"You used to?" asked Ardin.  He had been thinking about the clothes, he
guessed, but of course everything was fine at his teacher's house.

"Before I started living here."

"How did you all... become servants here?" asked Ardin.  He'd been
wondering that already, and he figured now was as good a time as any to
ask.

The boys looked at each other.  "I'll go first," said Adomas.  "I lived on
a farm near here, and there was bad weather, and my parents didn't have
enough food."  He shrugged.  "Master Tzell offered to take me in, and they
said yes."

"I'm sorry," said Ardin, his eyebrows drawing in with concern.

"No," said Adomas, "I'm so happy here.  If I'd been on that farm, I would
have stayed on that farm forever.  But with Master Tzell, there's a tutor
who teaches me to read and write, and I have a future.  And it's so much
more fun."

Ardin felt a bit taken aback, but he supposed he'd left his own family too
to come here.

Kesti went next.  "I guess I didn't have parents who gave me up or
anything.  I was an orphan in Silgor."

"Where?"

"A city near here.  I tried to steal something from Master Tzell."  The
other boys chuckled; they'd heard this story.  "He caught me, of course,
but when he saw how good I looked he offered to take me in too."  More
chuckles.

"How... good you look?" said Ardin.

Kesti stood up and flexed his short, smooth body, bending his back, tummy
and chest jutting out.  "I'm pretty sexy," he said.  "And a good cook,
too!"

As the boy sat back down, Ardin shook his head.  Normal, it was all normal,
he told himself.

"I grew up on a farm near here too," said Vides.  He spoke quietly.  "I
didn't like it there.  I probably would've run away if Master Tzell hadn't
taken me in."  He paused a moment.  "He made my parents give me up."  The
tone in his voice was admiring.

"Why was it so bad?" asked Ardin.

Vides just shook his head.  Zeles nodded.  "It's all right, Vides," he
said.  "You don't need to talk about it."

The last to go was Rohim, who just said, "My parents gave me up to have me
come here."  The way he said it, it sounded final, and Ardin didn't ask any
more.

Things were quiet for a moment, but then Kesti farted, and Zeles shook his
head, and all the boys laughed, and soon the dinner conversation was going
again and everyone was happy.

* * *

It was Vides' job to clean up after the meal, and Zeles let the other boys
go out and play.  Zeles came out too, bringing a book to read.  He watched
them all wistfully, thinking of the simple joy Ardin was experiencing.  The
boy'd had a long journey, and so much more was still going to happen.  For
a couple of hours, the boys just enjoyed themselves as they ran and tumbled
and fought.  Every so often, the servants' scant coverings even revealed
the hidden parts of their sweet bodies as they tumbled.

At last, dusk started to fall.  "Boys," Zeles called, "it's time to come
in.  You all need to wash up."

The five boys were all dirty as they came in, laughing and still shoving
each other joyfully.  (Although Adomas grumbled at them to be careful,
knowing he had to clean up the footprints they were leaving behind.)  The
four servants led Ardin to the bathroom, where they immediately stripped
off their tiny cloth undergarments, naked in front of each other as if it
was nothing, smooth hairless bodies shamelessly on display, even Vides.
Kesti even had a little erection that poked out into the air, no doubt from
all the wrestling.  Ardin stared.

Adomas laughed.  "He's not used to it," he said, chuckling.  Ardin blushed
furiously.

"You like it?" joked Kesti, swinging his hips and letting his erect
boy-dick swing around for all of them.  "Everyone knows mine is the best!"

Rohim gave Kesti a little shove, and Adomas scooped up some water in his
hands and splashed it at the little showoff.

"Hey!" cried Kesti.

"Stop it," said Vides to the others, and then he turned to Ardin.  "Sorry.
This stuff is normal here."

"Yeah, and we need to clean up!" added Rohim.

"I..." said Ardin.

"If you don't want to, you can wash up after us," said Vides, simply.

Ardin stared at them.  He looked from one naked boy to the next.  Then he
sighed and... and slowly started to take off his clothes.  He'd never had
friends like these, and even though he was blushing furiously, he didn't
want to let them down.  This was just how things worked over here, in this
nice house, with his wizard teacher.

Ardin hesitated with his undergarment, a silky thing he'd gotten in Crezia.
"That's nice," Rohim commented on it, and Ardin felt himself blush even
more, although he didn't think it was possible.  And then, at last, Ardin
took even that off.  He was naked with the other boys, although he crossed
his legs a little protectively.  They didn't seem to do anything
to... protect themselves.  And suddenly he started worrying not just about
the exposure, but also if his might be shorter... why did that matter?

Running water was not something that the kingdom had, but getting well
water had always been hard.  With magic, it was a solvable problem, and by
moving up a simple barrier, water started to flow into a large tub.  The
five dirty boys watched as it filled up.

"I can... see the magic that pulls up the water," Ardin commented.

"Ooooh," said Vides.  "That's so cool.  You'll be like Master Tzell!"

"Can you heat up the water?" asked Kesti.

"I... don't know how to do that yet," replied Ardin.

Kesti nodded, then yelled, "Master Tzell!  Can you heat up our water?"

"It was really annoying while he was gone," said Vides.  "All our baths
were cold!"

"We might've skipped a couple," admitted Adomas.

"Although we made sure we were clean for when you got here!" said Vides.

Zeles entered, looking the boys up and down.  Ardin felt his blush deepen,
but Zeles made no comment.  He just walked up and placed a hand on Ardin's
shoulder.  The boy felt goosebumps, but then he looked at Zeles and saw a
clear erection.  He relaxed.

"Heat," he said, "is about speed.  Rub your hands together, fast."

Ardin did.  "They get warm."

"That's right," said Zeles.  "So with magic, you make all the little parts
of water rub against each other fast.  The trick is that you don't want it
to explode out at you because you're moving it so fast.  Watch how I move
the magic."

He held out his hand, and let magic flow out.  He directed it into the
water.  "Notice," he said, "how I spread it out first.  Not doing anything
yet, just infusing the water with my magic."

Ardin nodded.  He could see the spread of magic, a glow throughout the tub.
The other boys watched, not seeing it, but listening attentively to an
explanation they'd never heard.

"Now," said Zeles, "when the magic is all in place, I rub it against
itself.  It makes heat.  If I move the water, it splashes; if the magic
rubs against itself, I get heat without the splashing.  Watch."

Layers of flat magic started to vibrate, faster and faster, back and forth
in the water.  To the boys, there was just mild splashing, but Ardin could
see the furious energy of it; the motion seemed like a blur.  Plates of
pure magical energy gave out heat, until finally the water even let out a
few puffs of steam.  As that happened, Zeles withdrew the power.

"The bath is hot, boys," he said.  "And next time," he squeezed Ardin's
shoulder, "you can try."

With that, Zeles left the boys to their bath.  Sometimes he watched, but he
figured Ardin would want the space for now.  The boy's blush had never
faded.

Rohim dipped a finger in the water.  "It's good," he said.  Then, to Ardin,
"Sometimes he makes it too hot."

Rohim climbed in, followed quickly by the other boys.  The tub looked
cramped, and Ardin stood there awkwardly.

"Come in," said Adomas.  "There's space."

"With all of you?" asked Ardin.

"It's fine," replied Adomas.

"But... we're all naked."

"Whatever you want," replied Kesti.

Ardin bit his lower lip.  He did have some dirt on him, and the other boys
were all in the tub.  Gently, he walked over and started to climb in.
Smooth young bodies moved aside to make space for him.  He pushed himself
in, and felt limbs settle down, on top of him, to the side, all around him.
They were warm and slippery, smooth skin sliding frictionlessly against
smooth skin.

"This is weird," he said.  He knew he was touching all different parts of
their bodies.  He was pretty sure his foot was pressed against someone's
butt, and he tried to focus, to make sure he didn't wiggle his toes.

"Now we clean ourselves," said Vides.  He started to rub along his skin,
cleaning dirt off as the water started to turn a bit more brown.  The other
boys did too, and Ardin matched what they were doing.

"Kesti, can you rub my feet?" asked Adomas.

"Yeah," said Kesti, "can you do my thighs?"

Soon, the boys were rubbing each other to clean them, and even Ardin joined
in.  There was something nice about the hands of the other boys on his
skin, even though something about it still felt... off.  Before long,
though, they were all reasonably clean.

"Hey Rohim," said Kesti, "I'm still hard, can you jerk me off?"

"Don't do that," said Vides.  "It'll make Ardin uncomfortable.  He's not,
y'know."

"Huh?" said Ardin.  "What does that mean?"

The boys were silent.  Then Kesti said, "it means him touching me on my
privates, to make me feel good."

"I..." squeaked Ardin.

"It's ok," said Kesti.  "Don't worry about it."

Ardin nodded.  "Thanks," he mumbled, feeling ashamed.

Eventually the boys got out and dried off, and then drained the water
(which leaked down a gutter to the outside of the building).  They walked
naked through the house to their rooms, although it made Ardin
uncomfortable to do so, and then they dressed in fresh clothes.  (Which,
for the four servants, just meant they picked out new underclothes.)  Rohim
then went and picked up the discarded clothes to take to clean.

When he was dressed, Ardin returned to the other boys' room.  Only Kesti
was there.

"Everyone else has chores," said Kesti when the other boy arrived.

Ardin nodded silently.

"It takes some getting used to, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," admitted Ardin.  "A lot."

"Master Tzell will help make it better."

"Yeah," said Ardin, slowly.

Just then, Zeles came to the door.  "Ardin?  Come to my room, please."
Zeles headed off.

Kesti brought his finger to point to the side of his head, and then he
twirled it in a slow loop.  "Time to make it better."

Ardin shivered.  His doubts had been rising.  Something in his mind
was... saying something.  But he couldn't hear it, not really.  This was
just how wizards lived, right?

And so the eleven-year-old boy walked out of the servants' room and came
into Zeles' room.  "Master Tzell," he said.  There was a prickling on his
neck, but he put his concerns out of his mind.

"How do you like it so far?" asked Zeles.

"It's amazing," said Ardin.  "I... the other boys are fun, too."

"I'm glad you like being here, Ardin."

"It feels strange," replied the boy.  "There are so many things that are
weird."

Zeles nodded.  "I understand," he said.  "But you're really brave."

Ardin looked down meekly.  "Thanks."

"Come," said Zeles, "let's make it better.  Let's go into your mind."

"I..."

"Come, Ardin," said Zeles, a bit more sternly.

Slowly, the boy walked over.  He looked scared, but he still walked up to
the bed and sat down.  The strangeness, the sex, the propriety... Zeles
knew that thoughts in Ardin's brain were in conflict, and the boy was
struggling to make sense of it.  Ardin drew his knees together and held his
hands tightly on his lap as he sat; his small form looked so alone.

"You're really very brave," said the wizard soothingly, as blue light
spread from his hands to the boy's head.

Gently, Zeles pushed the tendrils of power into Ardin's mind and thoughts,
and it drew out a deep "uhhhhhhhhh..." from the boy.  His back straightened
as power flowed into him, and then arched backward as his sweet mouth
opened and his head titled back.

It had been only yesterday, although it felt like forever, that he'd last
felt those blue tendrils coming into his mind and changing his thoughts.
And yet only at this moment did he start to wonder.  Should he have... done
something else?  Was this a mistake?

"It's all right," said Zeles.  "Relax.  You'll be fine."

It was too late anyway.  Ardin felt his muscles relax.  His shoulders
lowered down.  The tendrils reached deeper into his mind, prying into every
corner.

"Good, Ardin," said Zeles.  "Very good.  Open your mind."

"Yes... Master Tzell."

"You don't like me in your mind?"

Ardin shook his head softly.  "I... I... don't... know..."  His voice was
heavy, thick.  He couldn't get himself to think clearly even though he was
trying so hard.  Things were in the way.  The tendrils were in the way.
Still, it was his honest response; he just had doubts.

"That's fine, my apprentice," said the wizard smoothly.  "We can fix it.
Just think about everything you don't like."

Obediently, the requested thoughts surfaced.  As each worry and concern
emerged, Zeles' tendrils dove into them.  The magic surrounded the clouds
of thought, pushed into them, squeezed them, and shrunk them bit by bit.
Every objection Ardin had to this control... simply vanished.  He felt his
muscles relax.  And exactly as his last resistance disappeared, when there
was nothing to hold it back, Ardin felt the blue mist spread throughout his
mind.  His thoughts slowed to almost nothing except what Zeles told him to
think about.  His mind was open.  Malleable.  Ready for Zeles.

"Good," said the wizard.  "Good, Ardin."

The boy sat there, motionless, back still tense and arched, head back and
mouth open.  Somewhere in the mix of his enthralled mind, the praise
brought him a bit of joy.

"Open your mind to me, Ardin."

"Yes..."

Everything felt thick, like a viscous soup.  He couldn't really think.  But
he knew he was open.  Open to whatever Zeles wanted.  Just like he wanted.

"Now, Ardin, what have all your worries been while you've been in my
house?"

Ardin swallowed, and the words felt hard.  "It's... so strange..." he said.
His voice was slurred, slow.  "Everyone is naked all the time, or almost
naked, and they talked about sex, and..."

One by one, all the worries surfaced in the boy's mind, only to be grabbed
by the tendrils of magic and broken down.  In moments, all his hesitations
were absorbed by the blue mist, back into the primal stuff of thought.
Just like that, it no longer mattered to the young boy that his new friends
were naked, or that they talked about sex.

Zeles smiled.  "You're doing well, Ardin.  You're becoming so much better."

"T-thank you," replied the boy.

"Think about how I'm changing you to be better, Ardin.  How much better of
an apprentice you're becoming."

The thoughts formed, weaker than they'd been last night when Zeles had
grown them.  Of course, the boy's natural hesitations and other conceptions
of the world had been fighting against them.  But once again the tendrils
came, penetrating and pumping energy into these "good" thoughts, making
them stronger.  Making them into Ardin's true, deeply-held beliefs, so the
boy would once again be eager for the changes Zeles was making inside of
him.

"You're doing great," said Zeles.  Ardin smiled woozily.  He liked the
praise.  He liked being changed.

And there was more to change.  "Now," continued the wizard as his hands
slid over the boy's head, blue energy flowing in, "think about everything
that worries you about sex."  Tendrils of magic removed the boy's worries
there, too.  He became a blank slate when it came to sex, neither concerned
nor eager.  Just... open.

"Ardin," said Zeles, "what do you think about sex?"

Ardin shrugged.  "I... don't know...," he said, his words slow and
slurring.

"Aren't you curious about it?"

"I... guess," he said.  And thoughts of his curiosity bubbled up.  Webs of
power entangled those thoughts, and Zeles pumped them full of power,
growing his desire to learn about it.  Making him eager to see it, to find
out how it works.

"You want to know more about sex, Ardin, don't you?"

Ardin shifted uncomfortably.  "Y-yeah," he admitted, slowly, groggily.

"Good," said Zeles.  "Very good."  He pushed in more power as new thoughts
surfaced.  "It's natural to want to know about it," he continued.  "You're
ready to know about it."  Before too much longer, Zeles knew, the boy would
know all about sex.  At least some kinds of sex.

And still the boy sat there, back tense, mouth slightly ajar, head swimming
with thoughts of sex.

"My curious little apprentice.  You know it makes me happy to see you learn
more, even about sex."

Ardin nodded dully.  He did know that.

"All right, Ardin.  I think there's one more thing.  You want to play with
the other boys, don't you?"

Ardin nodded, eyes wide and unfocused.

"Good," praised Zeles.  "Now think about them.  How do you feel when they
touch you?"

Ardin shrugged.  "I don't know."

"Well, think about Vides and Rohim and Kesti and Adomas.  Such fine young
boys.  Such good friends for you, and good servants, too.  Imagine liking
it when they touch you."

Ardin imagined it, and into these thoughts, Zeles poured his power.  Ardin
started to really feel how much he would enjoy their touch.  How good it
would feel.

"Good, Ardin," said Zeles, exhausted.  "Very good."  He was pleased with
the progress Ardin was making, but truthfully, he hadn't expected Ardin's
objections to grow so strongly so quickly.  He'd had to spend more energy
than he expected addressing those stray worries, and he wondered if the boy
had an unusual resistance to his control.  "I think that's enough for
tonight," he said.  Gently, he withdrew the power of his magic.

"Is... is that it?" asked the boy.

"Yes, for tonight," said Zeles.  "Why?"

"Well... it wasn't about... y'know, magic."

"I know," said Zeles, and he petted Ardin gently on the shoulder.  "But I
need to make sure you're comfortable in your new home."

Ardin nodded slowly, processing that thought.

"That's why I changed you like this."

"Okay," said Ardin, after a moment.

"Good boy.  Now, can you get Adomas for me?"

"Sure," said Ardin.

* * *

Ardin went first to the boys' room, where he found Kesti.  "Have you seem
Adomas?" he asked.

"Probably cleaning the house," said Kesti.  "Why?"

"Master Tzell asked for him."

"Ohhhhh, really?" said the ten-year-old.  "Damn the Graces!"  Ardin winced
a little bit at the swear.  "I thought he would pick me."

"Pick you?"

"He's going to fuck Adomas tonight."  Kesti sighed.  "Damn."  He layed down
on the bed and pressed his feet together, curling his little toes against
each other.  "I thought he would pick me," he repeated.  "It's been so
long."

"I don't..."

"That's why he wants you to get Adomas," explained Kesti.  "To fuck him."
Kesti sighed again, then stood up.  "It's all right.  I'll play with Rohim
and Vides.  Just that we've been playing every day since he went to get you
and I thought for sure he'd pick me."  Kesti tried to smile a brave smile.
"Go on.  If he's not in the hallway, Adomas is probably by the well."

Ardin still hesitated.

"You don't get it yet," said Kesti, "but it's the best feeling ever.  When
his manhood is inside you, and it really touches you in the special
spot..."  Kesti stood up, now sporting yet another erection underneath his
loose underclothes.  "It's fine," he said.  "Go tell Adomas, he'll be so
happy."

Ardin nodded slowly.  He didn't think anything was wrong, of course.  Just
strange.  But that was how wizards lived, after all.  And so he went off to
find Adomas.

The boy was indeed by the well, cleaning some rags he'd used on the floor.
He was kneeling, rubbing the fabric against itself in a bucket of water.
His supple skin, voluptuous in the way only a boy's can be, was creased
where he bent over.  It looked pearly under the white moonlight.

"Adomas," said Ardin.

"Ho there, Ardin," said the boy.  "I'm almost done."

Ardin nodded.  "Master Tzell asked for you," he said.

The boy smiled widely.  "Seriously?"  He grinned.  "I thought he'd pick
Kesti!"  Adomas wiggled excitedly, kicking the floor a little bit with the
feet still placed under his butt.  "He usually goes for Rohim or Kesti
first, since he likes to have one of the more sporty kids after a break..."

Ardin smiled back.  He paused for a moment before asking his next question,
which made him feel vulnerable and inexperienced.  "Do you actually like
it?  It's so weird."

"It's the best thing ever," said Adomas.  "It feels so good.  You get full
up inside and it just... does something to you.  I don't know how to
explain, it's like... it does something to your body.  And you're making
him happy."

He was scrubbing faster now, working to finish his chores so he could go to
his fucking.

"Is it magic?" asked Ardin.

"I mean... it feels like it.  And he uses magic sometimes.  But no, it
feels really good even without magic."  He paused a moment.  "I can show
you, if you want."

Ardin blushed, and looked away.  "I dunno," he said, quietly.  His feet
suddenly felt very interesting to him.

"It's up to you," replied the other boy.  "We wouldn't go straight to the
big stuff or anything.  Just... I could suck your dick?"

Ardin shrugged.  "Um," he said.  "Not now."

Adomas had finished washing.  He emptied out the bucket and put the rags
back into it, leaving them on the ground for a moment while he walked up to
Ardin and put a hand on his shoulder.  "It's ok," he said.  "I remember it
being weird at the beginning too."

Ardin smiled.  "You're all so nice."

"Thanks," said Adomas.  "It's easy to be nice when things are good.  It's
when things are bad that it's harder."  He shook his head.  "Anyway, I
should go in.  It's time to get fucked, and I have to hang the rags first
to dry."  He smiled, picked up the bucket, and started walking in.

Ardin watched him go.  For a moment he stood there, next to the wash basin
and well.  He turned his head up, looking at the sky, the stars.
Everything was so different, so strange.

But no matter how strange it was, nothing felt wrong.  More than anything,
he was curious.

He headed inside.

* * *

"Uhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Zeles as Adomas licked up the length of his dick.

"I missed you, Master Tzell," said the now-naked boy, his skimpy
undergarments discarded by the side of the bed.  Zeles sat there, his back
up against the wall supported by pillows, his legs spread apart to allow
easy access to his cock.  Adomas, meanwhile, had his head right at Zeles'
crotch, his nude preteen body belly-down on the bed and stretching
lusciously towards the base.  One leg was stretched out, the boy's foot
just barely hanging off the edge of the bed, while the other was bent at
the knee, foot held up in the air, toes wiggling freely as he rocked it
back and forth.

The boy's skin was tanned from being outside, everywhere except the small
region usually covered by his undergarments.  That area was a strip of
pale, creamy white skin that contrasted sharply with the rest of him.  His
body was luscious; not fat, but ample, soft flesh at his thighs and belly
and arms.  His face was boyishly rounded, with puffy red cheeks accenting
his brown hair and deep brown eyes.  His ample ass, which Zeles considered
one of his best features, curved up from his body and wiggled attractively
every time he bent down to lick.  Which he did again now; the boy smiled as
he stuck out his tongue and once more licked up the length of the wizard's
cock, tasting every inch of it, and swirling his tongue at the top to lick
up the precum that had pooled there.

"Mmmmmmmm," moaned Zeles.

The moan itself, or any indication of pleasure, made Adomas that much
happier.  In fact, he'd been made to be that way, to draw his pleasure from
Zeles' own pleasure.  He shivered, and felt his prepubescent dick throb
into the bed at Zeles' lewd moan.  He humped softly into the bed and let
out his own moan as he licked again.

Adomas never felt as fulfilled as when he was pleasuring Zeles.  He felt
accomplished for each moan of pleasure, each drop of precum.  The whole
experience had been redesigned for the boy through Zeles' control.  To
Adomas, the man's cock tasted vaguely like a fine honey; his musk smelled a
bit like a crisp fall day; and just the feel of his skin made Adomas'
little cock rise up.  The boy's every sense was making him aroused,
intoxicated with the naked man in front of him, and he wanted more.  After
his most recent lick, he nestled his head between Zeles' balls and thigh
and he took a deep smell of Zeles' musk.

In response, Zeles reached down and ran a hand through Adomas' hair.  The
boy, head still buried in the man's crotch, moaned appreciatively.  It was
a long, lewd, and needy moan.

And then, as Zeles looked up from Adomas' buried head, he saw Ardin at the
doorway, looking in with wide eyes.

"You can come in, Ardin."

Adomas turned then, openly exposing his naked body to Ardin as he smiled at
the boy.  His hairless dick, just a bit over three inches long, was hard as
a nail and sticking out, but he didn't seem to mind that he was showing it
off as he spread his legs.

"Yeah, come in," he said, smiling.  There was a little bit of precum on his
nose.

Ardin blushed and looked away for a moment.  He felt caught, like he
shouldn't have been looking.  But he took a few shy steps into the room.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," said Zeles.  "You can watch."  The
wizard nodded to Adomas, and a moment later the boy rolled back over,
stretched out his tongue, and licked again up the man's dick.  The boy
pressed his tongue hard against the dick, letting it slide and twist over
every vein and valley, a wet and slobbery lick.  It throbbed against the
wet tongue.  Ardin's eyes widened, while Zeles just moaned in appreciative
pleasure.

Zeles' manhood was so hard.  Adomas was making Zeles so happy... Ardin felt
himself get jealous.

Adomas lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick Zeles'
balls.  That made the man jerk his knees as powerful sensations flowed
through his body.  "Ohhhh, good, good Adomas," he said.  "You're a good
boy."

"Thank you, Master Tzell," said Adomas.  He felt a jolt of pleasure at the
praise, just as he was designed to.  Ardin, although much earlier in
his... relationship, found himself getting even more jealous.  Meanwhile,
Adomas ran his tongue over the man's balls again, pressing the tip into
them.  Then he moved down and started licking Zeles' thighs.  Every part of
Zeles tasted so sweet to him.

Zeles let the boy lick for a little while, alternating from looking at the
naked boy pleasuring him, then to Ardin, and then back.  Every so often, he
picked some precum off his dick and rubbed it on his thighs, which Adomas
immediately licked up.  It was a fun game for both of them, and one they'd
played many times before; for some reason, Adomas had always really liked
Zeles' thighs.

Finally, the wizard called out, "Roll over."  Adomas did, lying on his
back, sumptuous flesh on display for all, smooth dick sticking right up
into the air.

With a swing of his hand, power flowed out of the wizard.  A flick, and he
sent a wave of it over little Adomas' body.  The boy shivered as fleeting
sparks danced across his skin, tingling his armpits, his nipples, his
thighs, and his balls.

"Ohhhhhhh, Master Tzell," he moaned.

Ardin, meanwhile, saw every flow of magic.  Exactly how Zeles used it to
stimulate his servant.

The wizard sent another wave of power over the boy, and Adomas' whole body
twisted in wild stimulation, his cock twitching visibly in the air.  When
it finally passed, Adomas took a deep breath, staring longingly at the
wizard.

But Zeles, of course, was not done.  He gathered his power, shaping it into
a tight sphere, and then he placed that sphere directly surrounding the
boy's cock and balls.

It was a practiced spell, and the result was the feeling of a thousand
little touches, little strokes, little grazes on that tender skin.  It was
an overwhelming sensation; Adomas' whole body jerked suddenly as he let out
a huge cry of pleasure.  "Uhhhh...ohhhh...ahhhhhh!" he cried, shaking, arms
flailing, toes curling, every part of his body experiencing nothing but the
most sensual pleasure, all centered on his erect dick.  "MMMMMMMMMM!"

The curvy, tanned boy was sweaty, gasping, his hips pumping up into the
air, into that ball of pure magical energy, his eyes wide, his breath
gasping as he let out moan after moan.

And Ardin just stared, wide-eyed.  He could see the flow of power, see what
Zeles was doing.  And he could see its effect.

Even as he kept the first sphere in place on the boy's cock and balls,
Zeles gathered a second one.  This he spread out, widening it into a tube,
and he floated it directly on the boy's chest, nipple to nipple.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!" cried the child as the thousand little touches consumed his
chest.  Drool slid down his cheek.  The only reason he hadn't cum multiple
times already was because Zeles' magic blocked it, holding Adomas at the
height of desperate need.

But the wizard was still not done.  He made two more spheres of power and
floated them to the boy's feet, a thousand touches covering his soles, his
toes, and every other part.  Adomas' short toes twitched uncontrollably.
"Ohhhh... oh, oh!" he cried.  He couldn't think, he couldn't react, he just
felt pleasure, overwhelming pleasure, magical pleasure that drove the
eleven-year-old nearly mad with unreleased desire.

Zeles held those spheres of power for a solid minute as he watched the
beautiful body twist and moan and cry out.  He watched the boy's little
penis thrusting desperately into the air; he watched his arms flail for any
touch; he watched toes curl and legs kick.  Ardin watched, too,
understanding only that he saw pleasure unlike anything he'd ever imagined.
He felt his own cock draw stiff, although he didn't understand why.

At last Zeles released the boy on the bed.  Adomas curled up, his tongue
lolling out.  "That was..." he gasped.  "I missed this so much."

Zeles smiled.  He ran a hand through the boy's curly brown hair, even
though it was matted down with his sweat.  Then he brought his hand to his
own cock, picked some precum off of it with his finger, and brought it to
Adomas' mouth.  The boy immediately opened it and licked it down, sighing
contentedly.

"Come, Adomas," said Zeles, spreading his legs, his hard cock up into the
air.  "It's time."

Ardin, by now, had moved back until his back was against the wall.  Just
staring, his three-and-a-half-inch dick as hard as it could be in his
pants, filled with uncomprehending desire.  And now, as Ardin watched, the
sweaty, exhausted boy on the bed pulled himself up and smiled.  "Oh yes,"
he said, as he crawled up, faced away from Zeles, and held his ass in the
air.  And though he was shaking from what he'd been through, still he held
it up as Zeles oiled both his dick and the boy's plump butt.  The wizard
gave a small pat on the boy's thighs, and slowly Adomas lowered himself
down onto the hard and hungry dick.

Ardin watched, disbelieving, as the man's dick disappeared into the boy's
ass.

It was slow at first, Adomas lowering himself down with great care.  He
moaned softly as he felt it first stretch his ass, and twisted a bit to
better accommodate it.  Then he lowered himself down some more.
"Ahhh...ahhhhhhh!"

"Oh, very good," said Zeles.  "Take it nice and deep."

Adomas was halfway down, and at that, he just let himself fall the rest of
the way, the cock pushing all the way into his body.  As the man's dick
entered into him, his back straightened, he looked up to the ceiling, and
he let out a huge moan of happiness.  His dick throbbed eagerly as he
naturally spread his legs.

"I love feeling you inside me," he said.

Ardin didn't understand how... he didn't understand anything.  How could it
fit like that?  How could it feel good?  What did it mean that Adomas also
was hard?  Did Zeles like Adomas more than he liked Ardin?  The boy's head
was swimming with the sights he was witnessing.

And in fact, Ardin had reached down, almost subconsciously, to feel his own
erection.  What did that mean?  He gave himself a soft stroke through his
clothes, and it felt good, but he pulled his hand away.  What was this?  He
didn't understand any of it!  Was it wrong?  But nothing at Master Tzell's
was wrong...

"Mmmmmm," whimpered Adomas softly, letting his head fall backwards against
Zeles' chest.  Zeles reached up, sifting through those brown curls with his
fingers.

"What is this?" asked Ardin, finally unable to contain himself.

"It's sex," replied Zeles.

"It feels really... mmm... really good," said Adomas.  He lifted himself up
a bit and then let the dick settle back into him, fucking himself on Zeles'
hard cock.

The eleven-year-old, sweaty and desperately needy, started to fuck himself
in earnest, pushing himself up and letting himself sink back down on the
man's seven and a half inch dick.  (How can that fit? Ardin kept asking
himself.)  Adomas moved faster and faster, moaning to himself, huffing for
breath, desperate for more pleasure.  He felt the stretch and release,
stretch and release on his ass with each push down and pull up.  Each time
the dick rammed into him, he felt the press against his prostate, felt
pleasure shoot out through his whole body.  "MMMMMM!" he cried, rolling his
head back in sheer bliss.

Sweat dripped along Adomas' body, down his forehead, in his armpits, along
the curve of his belly.  He was so exhausted, but he pushed through.  Kesti
or Rohim might be more athletic than him, but he wouldn't let Master Tzell
down!

And he wasn't.  Zeles' knees twitched with each new wave of pleasure that
the boy inflicted on him.  It was heavenly, and each moan of his only
heightened Adomas' joy.  After a little while longer of the boy riding him,
Zeles finally put out a hand, letting Adomas rest for a minute.  The wizard
reached out, lazily stroking the boy's cock, and Adomas leaned his slick
back against the man's chest, seeking out that closeness, the simple
physicality, and the joyous, sensuous rest.  He whimpered softly at the
feeling of Zeles' fingers as they stroked.  He stretched out his legs and
curled his toes in pure bliss.

It was mesmerizing to Ardin.  He couldn't understand what was happening,
and even his own emotions, seeing Zeles' cock hard but not for him,
confused him.  He'd only just started to put together that sex made a cock
hard; would having sex with Zeles make Zeles' cock hard?  That was... a
thought...

Besides, he longed for that closeness, even though he didn't understand it.
He gazed at Adomas' body pressed against the man's chest and at Zeles' hand
wrapped around the boy's smooth body.  It had been six years since he'd
seen his father.

Zeles felt his dick throb inside the boy's ass.  He humped up into it
gently.  "It's time," he finally said, and Adomas nodded.

With a grunt, the eleven-year-old started to again pull himself up and
down, up and down, faster and faster.  His ass slid along Zeles' cock
eagerly, easily, well stretched from everything he'd done so far.  His lewd
boyish moans echoed throughout the room; sweat dripped down his forehead;
curly hair stuck to his scalp.  And Zeles humped up, and grabbed his hips
and pushed him up and down, helping him in a steady, accelerating rise and
fall.  The sound of squelching and slapping and moans filled every corner
of the wizard's bedroom.  And then, at last, Zeles released the hold on
Adomas' orgasm, and the boy could feel how close he was to his release.

Up and down, up and down, up and down.  Adomas cried out with pleasure as
his prostate was hit again and again and again; Zeles humped up and down
and up and down; the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the
room.  "Mmmmm... MMMMMM... OHHHHH!"

With a yell, Adomas' orgasm exploded, a dry orgasm that caused his whole
body to shake in desperate need even as his hairless dick twitched there in
front of him.  Of course, that brought Zeles over the edge, and the man
gasped as his dick exploded, cum shooting out into Adomas' ass, slick and
wet and gooey, squelching as the boy continued to ride the man's dick.
Their intertwined bodies were one in their pleasure; sweating, moaning,
crying, swaying in bliss.

"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Zeles.  He grabbed the boy's hips and held him down,
held his cock deep, pumping his cum right into Adomas' bowels, filling him
up.  Wave after wave of cum shot out, warm and wet inside the boy.  Adomas
let out a soft whine, the cum filling him not just with the goo but also
with pleasure, pleasure not just from his prostate but also from knowing
that he satisfied his master.  He felt his muscles drain of energy even as
Zeles' cock continued to pump inside of him.  Slowly, the boy leaned back,
draping himself over the wizard as the last bit of cum leaked out into his
ass.

For a minute, wizard and boy lay there against each other, each panting,
gasping, letting themselves finally relax.  Then Adomas pulled himself off
the now-flaccid dick, turned himself around, and lay chest-to-chest on top
of his master.  He leaned forward and kissed Zeles, deeply, tongues playing
with each other, turning and twisting against one another.  The two bodies
were pressed together, warm and tight.  Ardin watched this new development;
he thought he was beyond any surprise, although he still jumped when he saw
the cum leaking out of Adomas' ass and down his thigh.

When the deep kiss was done, Adomas pulled himself off and slid down the
man to his dick.  Out came his well-used tongue once again, and now he
started to lap up all the cum that was on it, cleaning the man off.  Ardin
couldn't help himself speaking up then: "But... that was just in your
butt!"

"I like it," said Adomas.  "And it was my butt!"

He leaned back down, licking and licking all the cum that had pooled there.
His tongue slid over the wizard's balls, and thighs, and up along his dick,
finding every little drop, lapping up each delicious taste.

It was sweet nectar to the boy.

But it was too much for Ardin.  He couldn't... he didn't... why was he
hard?!?  Quietly, he stood up and walked out, body filled with a tension he
didn't understand.

"Ardin!" called Adomas.

"Let him go," said Zeles.  "He needs to think.  Remember what this was like
for you at the beginning."

Adomas nodded, and sighed.  But Zeles told him not to worry about it, so he
leaned back down to keep licking up the cum.

Ardin, meanwhile, just didn't understand what he had seen.  What was he
supposed to make of that?  What had happened?  It was strange and scary and
weird, but... but he couldn't think anything bad of what he saw at Zeles'.
So the thoughts hovered, again in that uncomfortable middle ground, unable
to connect to anything in his mind.  He knew they should, but they just
couldn't.

After a moment, he walked over to the other boys' bedroom.  Maybe they
could explain.  Maybe they could help something make sense.

But when he stepped into the room, he found Rohim kneeling, mouth deep on
Kesti's dick.  Kesti was rocking back and forth, moaning softly as Rohim
nimbly sucked, easily taking it all into his mouth and bobbing his head
back and forth on the other boy.

"Ohhhh... ohhhh... heyyyy, Ardin," said Kesti, as Rohim continued to suck.
"C'mon in."

Vides was sitting nearby, edging himself, waiting his turn.

Ardin looked.  He couldn't, he just couldn't right now.  "It's all right,"
he finally said, and he turned, and left.

What was going on?  What was this sex thing?

Why was everyone doing it?

It felt... fine, he supposed.  It was strange.  But... he knew everything
here was fine.  Normal.

So he went to his room and laid down.  He was tired anyway.

He felt so welcomed.  He felt so alone.

* * *

And meanwhile, some miles away, the wizard Gurgis and his apprentice Simas
made camp.

They needed to talk to Zeles as soon as they could.




TO BE CONTINUED!

Stay tuned for Chapter 7, when we learn who these new strangers are and the
challenges Ardin and Zeles will have to face together.

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