Tassi was filling the time the wizard was away to concentrate on studying his magic. In front of him was a clay bowl out of the larder, and Tassi was staring at it intently. Focus the magic, feel the magic, aim and magic and...so!
The bowl flowed like it was alive and shaped up into a rather crude looking vase. Tassi was disgusted and said, “Lopsided. I always have trouble with the back side of things. I can't see them!”
“Youre trying too hard,” Pippin chirped in his tiny, almost-whistling voice. “Don't squeeze the power out, let it flow out of you.”
“Easy for you to say, Pippin.” Tassi said, disgusted.
Pippin was his familiar, every magician had one and needed one. Pippin was a dragonet, a cousin of his enormous-sized counterpart, he looked like a fierce fire-breathing dragon but was the size of a large rat. His body was only about five inches long, his neck was four more if extended straight out from his body and his tail was as long as his neck. Pippin rarely stretched out like that, though, he usually took up about six inches of room with his head upright and his tail curled alongside his body, like now. His spine was so supple that he could twist about as lithely as a cat, his scales were a sparkling sort of medium green, his mouth was red when he opened it, as was his tongue that was long and snakelike. He fed upon the mice and similar small animals near the wizard's tower, and his movements when he wished were rapid as a snake's, most of the time though, he moved in a slow, almost dignified stroll. Like Tassi, Pippin was still learning his trade of being a wizard's familiar, at the moment, he was Tassi's pet and best friend.
Pippin moved over and laid his dragon-head on Tassi's right forearm. “You're getting better at it. Remember the first time you tried?”
Tassi giggled. “I know. Instead of a vase, it looked like a honk!” A “honk” was a slang word for a man's cock.
“A nice, fat, stiff one, too.” Pippin teased him. “Remember what the Master said?”
Tassi admitted, “When you work magic, you have to clear your mind. Do you need to take a break to masturbate?”
“Well, and did you?”
“Not my fault!” Tassi argued. Master summoned up a demon, and you know how they look!” A demon would manifest as a tremendously handsome, very virile, very well-endowed, very masculine man. Tassi had looked at that two-foot dong over seven inches thick, and his mouth had watered. The demon's visage had danced through his mind every night since.
Tassi settled back on and worked on clearing his mind. In repose, he had a soft, rather cherubic look to his face with his curly black hair and soft rounded cheeks, and his body despite being well fed was rather spindly with thin arms and legs and body. Despite his ability to read, Tassi was only six years of age, but his intelligence was well above the average person.
Tassi had been taken by the wizard from his parents when he was only two years of age, the wizard having spotted his rare ability to practice magic. He had gifted Tassi's mother and father liberally with gold and assured them that Tassi would have every benefit of education and health. His parents were too poor to argue overmuch; the money was enough to give them security the rest of their lives. So they had acceded and Tassi didn't remember them, even. His world was this large, circular room, with the similar room upstairs where he would sleep and cook meals. His life had been spells and marvels, demons and petitioners seeking the wizard's aid, and the familiar Pippin had been a gift by the wizard for his fifth birthday. The book of spells had been his sixth one, and it contained every spell he needed to learn in the years to come. This was the book he had been studying ever since. Magic was a matter of focus and control, and the spells (such as they were) were how to accomplish the magic wanted when you did so. Not just a case of chanting “Abracadabra” and pointing!
Just as Tassi was ready to try again, there was a sound outside. Scrabbling sounds of something on the rocks of the tower walls! “Pippin! Something is outside! See what it is and come back and tell me!”
Pippin was just as quick, he jumped up and spread out his wings (they lay hidden under his scales on his back and ribs until he needed them) and flew out the window, open to the rich late-spring air, and out and made a circle and came back in again. “A lone man is climbing up our walls. He has a rope that can cling somehow to the walls and he is climbing slowly, but he will be entering this window in about another ten minutes' time.”
“We must find a way to deal with him.”
“I could bite off his rope and make him fall to his death,” Pippin offered.
“Let me think.” Tassi said. After a pause. “What manner of man is he?”
“Young, healthy, muscled, handsome, reminds me of the demon you saw that day in some ways,” Pippin supplied. “Strong, very strong, if he breaks in here, you will stand no chance in fighting him, you must use your magic on him!”
“I don't know any magic that would hurt someone!” Tassi said and that reminded him of the time he had leafed through the book seeing what it all contained. “Wait, my book has a spell within that will make him subject to me. Instead of my enemy, he will become my friend and ally. I can use that one!” He leafed through the book furiously, searching for it. He couldn't remember the exact images of the page that held the spell, the book was intended for the student to study it slowly, a page or two at a time! “Here, this is the one, I think!”
“Learn it, and hurry, he is less than ten feet down now! He's faster than I thought!” Pippin urged him. Fluttering overhead, he watched the window and Tassi nervously. If Tassi was killed, Pippin would return to being a near-mindless beast. If Tassi was separated from him, Pippin would have to tag along as best he could, losing intelligence the further Tassi was from him. A familiar didn't dare flee; the benefit of staying close by his owner was immense.
The moment came, the head peered in through the window, followed by the man it belonged to, moving swiftly as he realized that his approach had been discovered. In the frame of the oversized window, he stood, a near-silhouette of a massive, powerful man, his face was strong-featured and well-chiseled, more than a drop of noble blood ran through his veins. His eyes were quick and observed the boy was alone in the room, and he jumped down to stand inside...
And that was when Tassi's spell was flung at him. The boy manifested every iota of his mighty magic power, half of it from training and half from his own innate ability, the raw talent that had been sought out by the wizard who had detected it from afar. That raw power was still mostly dormant, but the fear and need of the boy to best the more powerful foe before him brought a good portion of it to the fore and all of it was focused on the man before him.
A witness would have seen nothing, a boy gesturing at a man approaching him with a trembling hand, and the man stopping, staggering, dazed and confused.
'You hit him good!” Pippin cheered. “He's definitely under your spell.”
The man looked at Tassi, blinked...then smiled. A large, kind, friendly smile. His stance, his demeanor, all of it was definitely something, but not hostile.
“I don't think you used the slavery spell,” Pippin observed. “That is not a submission stand.”
The man walked toward Tassi and his hand came up and softly cupped Tassi's face. 'Beautiful! Just beautiful!” he said in dulcet, honeyed tones, soft as a caress.
“You definitely didn't use the slavery spell.”
“I know, I know!” Tassi said as the man reached down and scooped Tassi up into his arms. The kiss that the man laid onto Tassi's lips was far, far from that of a man spelled into submission and very much that of a man who had been spelled into...love!
Such a strong man held him in his arms. Such a sweet, manly scent of sweat and labor, musk and grime, all of it spelled a man among men, who asked for nothing but the chance to do as he would, and if there were a penalty, he would accept it alone. And what he wanted...was Tassi!
The wizard's plush bed dominated one side of the castle wall, near but not at the window, where it could receive the breeze yet not be in the line of fire in any fight. It was toward that that the man bore Tassi in his arms, his breath husky and his heart beating against Tassi's arm which was crushed against the muscled chest.
“Pippin! What do I do?” Tassi gasped!
Pippin was an animal. “The man is in a state of advanced rut. Single-mindedly in rut, I'd say. I recommend you simply relax and enjoy yourself until he wears himself out, then you can find the spell to reverse this and turn him into the docile slave you intended.”
Tassi gave up, the wizard could have handled this with the wave of one careless hand, but he was not a wizard by any means! He was at the mercy of the desires of this man.
This man...this large, muscled, handsome, masculine, marvelous man! The strong hands were busily undoing the fastenings of Tassi's clothing, and he ceased to fight it and cooperated in being stripped as bare as he had come out of his mother's womb. Done with that, the man divested himself of his own clothing with husky, heavy breaths. “My dearest child, I know not even your name! I am Ah'mah'neh, I came to steal your riches, but you have stolen my heart. Your name, my dearest one, ere I perish for the lack of it!” All of this was spoken in a passionate but loving baritone voice, and Tassi felt the man's virile prong's shaft sliding along his inner thigh as the man lay himself atop Tassi's supine form.
“I...I am Tassi, the apprentice to Devesim the Wise, a Wizard of great power. You have entered his lair and the price will be your life when he returns!' Tassi groaned as he felt the power of the man's lips kissing down his body; his throbbing cock was slipping down his leg, burning a path of masculine desire down his thigh and across his knee, while Ah'mah'neh's mouth and tongue gripped Tassi's left nipple and suckled on it until it was a stiff tipped nub that he tongued and teased.
“I have this time then, to be with you, let it then be my forever!” Ah'man'neh gasped and he reached the boy's navel and probed into it, then the man slid down further and took the boy's supple but rigid young prick and sucked upon it as if it were the very manna of life and eternity.
Tassi gasped and moaned as the supple lips of the avid lover his spell had created drove his young rod insane. The bed was large and roomy and he slid around on the covers (made of fine silk and fine-thread cottons) until he was head-to-foot with Ah'man'neh and the thick rod of the invader was near his hungry lips. Ah'mah'neh boasted a tool of over eight inches in length, and the head peered out of the foreskin which was wrinkled around the base, the eye of the glans built up a crystal globe and in that globe Tassi saw that this was a seminal moment in his life...in more ways than one! If he took this cock into his mouth, he committed to the desires of his young body, he would find his future life turning toward this way of lovemaking. The wizard had explained it gently, thus, “The act of lovemaking is in its own way magical, it generates the magic within you but also the magic affects you and changes your form and soul toward the object of love. For this reason, you must pick your partners with great care. Loving a demon like....” But that was all of the essential lesson.
His cock chose for him with a wave of passion and he moaned and dove onto the cock and slurped upon it richly, deeply, the thick rod filled his mouth and filled his mind and his heart, the wizard had spoken truth, having now tasted this rod of a normal man's magic, he was now drawn more deeply toward the desires he had held on that day with the demon. Had the demon seen, understood, and sent this man to him to further sway his soul? Demons could make very long-range plans to subvert a person's spirit toward the nefarious arts.
The moan of Ah'mah'neh as he pleased his rod guillotined that thought, this man was as innocent of this as was he, he had only hoped to pillage an empty wizard's nest while the wizard was away. Trapped in this one room, Tassi couldn't keep up the broad expanse of the area about the tower that revealed any traveler that came that way beyond any hope of being overlooked, Ah'mah'neh must have thought it would be easy pickings.
Ah'mah'neh moved and now he was atop Tassi, the man could suck Tassi's cock easily but Tassi could barely move upon the huge dong and in that moment of glory, Tassi's young climax struck him and he moaned and thrust his hips up toward Ah'mah'neh and groaned, shivered, shook and crooned as his young passion thrust him into the void of the future.
Done, he slumped and Ah'mah'neh moved off him and said, “My dearest child, I desire you with my entire soul, you know that now, don't you?”
“Yes, oh, yes!”
“Then let me show you my love in the only way a man can show love, and I shall do my utmost to make the experience one that you will only delight in, not painfully recall.” Ah'mah'neh then lifted Tassi's young body upright and began to lick steadily and with clear purpose at Tassi's young anal sphincter.
Tassi was delirious with the joy of his recent orgasm, so much, so so much, better than his own solitary explorations with his hand, and he groaned anew as the tender flesh of his rectum exclaimed in sensual delights the joy of being laved with Ah'mah'neh's tongue and saliva. Ah'mah'neh worked his mouth to send globs of the spit into his tender bowels and the tongue then powerfully jabbed itself within the sphincter, which had dilated with the pleasure it had received.
With skillful actions, Ah'mah'neh worked his young buttocks over the next hour to the point where it was an open door to whatever Ah'mah'neh wanted, and only then did Ah'mah'neh cease his anal exploration of Tassi's body.
“Now, my love, now, now, I will take you for my own and give myself to you in return.” Ah'mah'neh sighed.
He lowered Tassi's body (he had done this lower and lift many times in the last hour, but had returned to the uplifted position a short time before) and with his muscled, hairy legs between the boy's thighs, he guided his powerful dong toward the enlarged opening of Tassi's buttocks.
“He plans to fuck you now,” Pippin said needlessly.
“I know!” Tassi gasped.
“Remember what the wizard said, once he pushes that into you and climaxes, your soul will be forever turned toward the male half of the human race, not to mention that massively donged demon you had admired.”
“I don't care, I don't care!” Tassi gasped. “I want this man, I want him, all of him, all!”
As the cockhead touched his sphincter, Tassi gasped and his young hands gripped the taut buttocks of Ah'mah'neh and jammed him into Tassi's bowels in one sudden thrust.
Ah'man'neh moaned and he held still, saying, “Let your body understand my cock now, and when it does, I shall show you desire of an extent which you have never felt before.”
“Oh, oh, oh, Ah'man'neh, yes, yes, do it, fill me with your desire, and I shall always belong to you.” Tassi moaned.
Ah'man'neh began to move and his athletic hips were skilled beyond compare, and combined with the heavy passion of the magic spell, he was giving this lovemaking his all. Tassi for his part was enraptured by this feeling of being full of manhood's tower of strength, it was like his entire body was filled with the cock and he moaned and thrashed and groaned and clutched at the powerful body thrusting into him.
It didn't take very long, Ah'man'neh had denied his own body so long that it was a matter of moments for his desire to overtake him, but Tassi was similarly wrought up from the long tonguing his ass had enjoyed, and now that the joy was spread through all his body, he had refreshed and was ready to climb to climax once again.
“Ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh, ahhh-uhhhhh-ahhhhh!” Ah'man'neh gasped. “I am ready, I am near, I am near!”
“So am I, give it to me and we will reach joy together!” Tassi moaned.
“Huhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh, AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH, AH-AH-AH!”
“OH, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!” Tassi chimed in with him.
“HAH-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!”
“OHHHHHHHHH, OH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Man and boy, bound by the spell, shared their love and the magic of lovemaking flowed over them and through them and meshed their souls forever into one, and it was in that moment that Tassi realized that magic takes so many forms, in so many ways, and many of the lessons of his last few years made much more sense than they had before. He would re-read the book from the beginning, and this time it would all come to him as clear as spring water.
Time and again as the hours of the day ticked away, they made love again and again and when the man flagged and slept, Tassi slept as well, any thought of removing this spell upon the handsome stud was now unthinkable for him.
As the sun set, a loud screeching sound resounded and a snow-white eagle landed upon the window sill; around its neck, it bore a gold medallion that Tassi recognized.
“My Master's amulet!” He looked at the eagle, his Master's familiar, now an animal again but driven for this one final mission, free of it, the eagle flew away, never to return.
“My Master is dead, dead!” Tassi mourned the only father he had ever known. “Now what do I do?” he beseeched the unfeeling universe, not expecting an answer.
But he got one. Ah'man'neh's gentle hands upon his shoulders, and the man said, “You shall come with me. All of this place belongs to you now. Help me gather up the treasures and things you want, and together we will go out and survive as one as you study your book of spells, and one day you will don that amulet and become a wizard yourself, Tassi the Kind, the best of all wizards of the Realm. And I will stand by your side as you do so.”
Tassi relaxed into the warm arms of the man and rested, there was no need to rush anything anymore, bound as they were by the magic of love, more powerful than any spell of any book of magic.
Tonight they would sleep and the next day, they would embark upon a trek to find their own place together in the strange world that Tassi had never seen.
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