Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi and chan)
The days became weeks, then months, but every day was a repeat of the prior one. More classes, more learning, more teachers. Languages, mathematics, reading, writing, astrology, astronomy, herbs, medicines, so many things! Things that Rathamaru had never imagined existed. At first it had been hard to keep everything straight, but his mind was quick and agile and soon he was learning everything that was offered. As he grew older, he began to welcome the classes, able to lose himself in the teachings. He loved reading the most. JungSo had a huge library and the boy soon found the treasures it contained. In the pages of a book was true magic; he could forget for a time the nightmare of his life and escape to distant lands and distant worlds.
But always the nightmare would intrude. And the toll of three bells was his worse nightmare. Every day he was taken to the Master and probed and prodded with skilled fingers. Every day the Master would press hard against him and release himself, his cold green eyes glittering with some hidden secret. Afterward, he would kissed and cuddled, and told what a wonderful pet he was. And he hated every minute of it, but there was nothing he could do.
One day when he was alone with Calfor, he asked her the question that had long been on his mind, "One day he will put more than his fingers inside of me, will he not?"
Calfor blanched at the question. The boy was growing up much too fast!
"Please tell me, Calfor. I know that something more will happen and I think it will not be so frightening if I knew what he was going to do." Rathamaru pleaded.
The servant looked at her charge, her eyes sad -- they were always so sad! -- and nodded. "Yes, he will put himself inside of you. But it will be when you are older. And he will not hurt you."
"I am not the first, am I?"
"No, there have been others."
"What happened to them? Where are they?"
"They were returned to their homes when they got too old and were no longer pleasing to the Master. They were not harmed."
"Why won't it hurt? It is so big -- even his finger feels big inside of me. I don't understand how it won't hurt." The boy said, his brow furrowed, trying to work it out.
"You will be stretched first. There are a series of leather devices called phalluses -- each a little larger than the prior one -- and these will be used to stretch you. The final one is just a little bit smaller than the Master himself. So when he uses you for the first time, it will not hurt you at all. I have seen it done many times."
"How old will I be?" Rathamaru looked up at her and his question hung poised in the air between them.
"Ten."
"Oh." Rathamaru turned away. What more was there to say. He had less than a year before he would be entered by that huge swollen thing between the Master's legs. Suddenly, without warning, he began to cry. "I'm scared, Calfor! I'm so scared!"
Calfor wrapped her arms around the boy and held him tightly, "No, no, my child! I swear to you that it will not hurt! Upon my honor!"
But all he could see in his mind's eye was the size of the Master. The feel of it pressed against his back. And the tears continued to fall.
Usually as soon as JungSo removed his fingers and stopped his probing, Rathamaru's penis immediately went soft, but for some reason, on this day, a couple of months before his ninth birthday, it remained pointing straight up. When the Mage saw it, he clapped his hands with joy.
"My sweet boy! You are growing up!"
Rathamaru looked down at himself, wondering why it did not go down. He felt a little strange -- almost like an itch he couldn't reach, except it didn't really itch. JungSo finished drying the boy off and then laid him down on the soft, fluffy towels. He gently stroked the boy, rubbing his finger gently over the hyper-sensitive tip.
Rathamaru cried out, and felt a tingling in the very tips of his toes. He stretched them out and JungSo noticed, laughing. "Do you like that, my Pet?" The Mage continued to stroke and the boy thrashed his legs, unable to control them. What was happening to him????
Without warning, JungSo settled down, lying on the towels with Rathamaru, cross-ways from his position. He pulled the boy forward and, to the amazement and surprise of Rathamaru, took the boyish penis in his mouth and began to suck on it. Rathamaru gave a whimper of surprise and then a moan. Whatever the Mage was doing felt good -- and the feeling kept growing until he thought he would explode. Instead his penis exploded -- right into the Mage's mouth.
Rathamaru lay there too terrified to move -- what had he done?!?!
JungSo sat up and licked his lips. "Delicious! You are so good! My sweet little boy!" The Mage put on his gown, which was covered with diamonds that gleamed like tiny stars.
Glancing down, JungSo noticed that the boy was trembling violently and he sat down on a bench and pulled him into his lap, then reached for a brush and began to brush his hair. "Don't be frightened. This is a part of growing up. There is nothing to fear. I will never hurt you. Always remember that." His voice was gentle and calm, and he spoke as if he was talking to a frightened animal. Finally, Rathamaru stopped trembling and sat there quietly in JungSo's lap.
"Your hair is growing nicely. Pretty soon we will be able to braid it. Won't that be pretty. A beautiful long dark braid?"
The boy didn't answer, knowing that the Mage didn't require an answer nor did he really want one. His pet was supposed to be quiet and compliant. Not noisy and questioning.
JungSo stopped brushing the boy's hair, and just sat there, holding him, his hands holding him firmly -- always intrusive -- always probing.
After a long while, he stood the boy up, facing him, and kissed his cheek. "My beautiful sheath," he whispered. Then her rose and called for Calfor to dress the boy.
Calfor quickly took the boy to his room, somehow sensing that some unusual had happened. When they were safely in his room, she questioned him, "What happened, child? You have a strange look."
"I…I…," he faltered and then lowered his head and began to cry.
Calfor cradled him in her arms, "Now, now, don't cry. Tell me what happened? Did he hurt you?" She asked, praying that the Master had not.
Rathamaru shook his head, and gulped, then sniffled. "I exploded."
"What? What do you mean?"
"He put it in his mouth and I exploded. It felt so strange." He hung his head in shame.
"He wasn't angry with you?"
"No, he said I was a good boy." He looked at Calfor. "And that I was growing up."
After a long pause, he added, in a whisper, "I don't want to grow up." Tears began to run down his cheeks again and Calfor held him close.
"I wish you didn't have to grow up either, child. With all my heart."