Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi and chan)
Each day, each week, was of a repeat of the prior one. Daily classes from stern teachers, each meal an ordeal trying to remember the correct utensil, learning how to dress, how to walk, and so many other things! -- but the worst part of each day was at three bells. Every morning, Calfor would take the little boy to the bathing area and every day JungSo would be there waiting -- and watching.
And every day he would be left alone, spread out for his Master's viewing pleasure. And JungSo would put his hand inside his own silks. Rathamaru had no idea was the Mage was doing, but somehow it felt unclean to him. He hated the strange look in the Mage's eyes.
JungSo's hand would move inside his silks for a long while, while those green eyes would stare -- always at the juncture of his legs, always at his small sex -- and then suddenly he would close those eyes tightly and gasp out a long moan, and the hand would stop, then come out of the silks. JungSo would call in Calfor and she would wash that hand, and then JungSo would leave without another word.
One day, Rathamaru asked Calfor about it while she was drying him off, "What does he do with his hand?"
Calfor started for a second and then resumed her task. "What do you mean, child?"
"He stares at me, then puts his hand inside -- down there." He pointed to his own sex. "He moves his hand until he calls you. What does he do?"
Calfor had finished drying the child and began to dress him. How should she answer him? Tell him the truth? Was he old enough to understand? She feared that he would learn first hand all too soon. She knew that JungSo would not be satisfied with just watching for much longer.
"He gives himself pleasure." she said, cryptically.
Rathamaru looked at her, not understanding what she meant.
"It gives him pleasure to touch his sex."
The boy frowned, trying to understand what she meant. He looked down at himself and then reached his hand down and touched himself. He felt nothing. Calfor sighed.
"Don't worry about it."
"But why does he watch me? Why do I have to hold myself like that?"
"You must learn not to question these things. And never ever question the Master. What he does must never be questioned. You belong to him now. You are here only for his pleasure and it gives him pleasure to look at you." Calfor told him.
"Why did he call me the sheath to his sword? What does that mean?"
"It's just a saying. Don't worry about." Calfor said vaguely.
Rathamaru still didn't understand, but he had already learned to obey. After all, he didn't want his family destroyed because of him. He nodded slowly and then put it out of his mind.
More days passed until they turned into months. The boy turned seven.
It was late afternoon when he casually mentioned it to Calfor. She immediately told another servant to inform the Master. The rest of the afternoon saw Balgor in a flurry of excitement and preparations. And at dinnertime, Rathamaru was taken to the great hall, instead of the kitchen as usual. A grand celebration had been prepared for him. He sat to the side of JungSo, propped up on many pillow so he could reach the table. A huge feast was spread out before him. The little boy had never seen so much food in his life! The table was filled with dignitaries, none of whom he had ever seen before, and all wished him much happiness on his birthday. He blushed at their wishes; birthdays were never celebrated like this in his clan. They were barely acknowledged.
It was late when the feast finally ended and everyone had left the hall, except for Calfor who stood at the back wall waiting patiently for her charge. JungSo picked up the boy and kissed his cheek. "So you are now seven! What a wonderful age! My sheath!! You are growing up -- pretty soon you will be old enough."
"Old enough?"
"Yes, for you to serve me as you were meant to." The Mage answered cryptically, then motioned for Calfor, "Take him to his room. See that he gets rest. At three bells! Don't be late!"
This time, Rathamaru did not ask Calfor what the Mage meant by his words. She never gave him answers that he could understand anyway. But on the next day, his life would take a turn and from that day on, he would begin to fear growing up.
At three bells, Calfor walked into the bathing area with Rathamaru, as she had ever since his arrival. The Mage was not sitting as usual, but standing, and wearing loose robes. "Leave us." Calfor bowed and left her charge with the Mage.
He pulled the boy to him, and brushed his hair from his eyes. "Sweet boy! My sweet pet." He crooned as he began to undress him. This was far worse that having the Mage watch him -- for some reason, Rathamaru did not want JungSo to touch him, but he was afraid to resist. When he was naked, JungSo stood and let his own robe slip to the floor. He was nude.
Rathamaru blushed as found himself suddenly eye-to-eye with the Mage's large sex. Green hair curled around a pale penis and round balls swung below it. The boy looked at the floor. JungSo laughed and took the boy's hand, leading him into the pool. Just as Calfor always did, JungSo washed him thoroughly, but did not wash his groin area.
Then the Mage knelt down in the warm water and pulled the boy into his lap. He soaped up his hand and began to wash the boy's sex, slowly, sensually, running his long fingers around and over the small penis and balls. Rathamaru blushed a deep red throughout the washing.
And then the worst thing that he could ever have imagined happened. The Mage stuck his finger inside of him. Rathamaru cried out in surprise and JungSo shushed him. In and out the finger moved. Rathamaru could feel something hard against his backside but had no idea what it was.
For long minutes, the finger probed him, and the boy began to cry. "Shush, my pet. I will not hurt you. I will never hurt you," came JungSo's hoarse voice.
The boy's small sex hardened and stood up on its own, stimulated by the fingers. Rathamaru looked down at his sex -- never having seen it like this before. And he again became aware of the hard thing at his back moving against him, and suddenly, in a flash of perfect clarity, Rathamaru realized that it was the Mage's sex, hard just like his own was. He now realized exactly was his purpose was. He didn't understand the exact physicality of it, but he knew that he was going to be used to the Mage's sexual pleasure.
The Mage pressed him hard against his lap, against his swollen penis, and pressed his fingers in deep, and Rathamaru felt warmth on his backside as JungSo reached his climax.
After a few minutes, JungSo stood the boy in front of him, "My sweet pet! My beautiful boy! You give me great joy!" And then he kissed the boy's cheek and stood up, clapping his hands. Instantly Calfor and another servant rushed into the room. The servant began to dry the Master and then held out the robe for JungSo to put on. Calfor dried and dressed the boy, tears still on his face.
"Make sure that he does not cry every time." JungSo said to her, and then left the room.
Calfor looked at Rathamaru, and smiled, but it was a sad smile, "Did he hurt you?"
He shook his head and then whispered, "He put his finger inside of me."
Calfor looked at him and then spoke in a stern voice. "You belong to the Master. He can do with you whatever he desires. You must not cry -- even if he hurts you. Remember you are his and your body is his. Never forget this."
Rathamaru looked at her -- always her voice was kind and gentle, never stern like it was now. He nodded solemnly. But he also knew that the Mage would no longer be content to just watch. And every day from now on, he would dread the toll of three bells.