Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi and chan)
No matter how hard he wished, Rathamaru could not stop himself from growing up, and he was growing into an incredibly beautiful boy.
Dark thick lashes framed his large, golden eyes and his skin was fair and smooth. He was tall for his age which made he seem older than he was. His hair was now long enough to braid and every day Calfor would brush and then braid his thick black hair. The white and ivory silks that JungSo had insisted that he wear were perfect, setting off his dark hair and fair skin.
Yet, every morning, when Rathamaru looked in the mirror, he hated what he saw -- for he knew that the Master loved his looks and marveled at his perfection. Whenever JungSo looked at him or touched him, that strange, unnerving glitter would appear in his eyes. It was a look of pure avarice -- and he was the prize!
But wishes could not stop time and the weeks flew by. Days were filled with learning which he had grown to love -- but before the learning, came three bells, and he would be taken to the bathing pool and probed with long slender fingers. At least once or twice a week, he was taken orally by the Mage, who always proclaimed him "delicious!" He hated every minute of it and wished he had more control over his rebellious body. But it insisted on betraying him and with a perverse mind of its own, popping up stiff and ready, begging to be sucked dry.
Before he realized it, his tenth birthday was only a month away. The birthday he had been dreading every since Calfor told him that was the age he would be taken by the Mage. And exactly one month from his birthday, his routine changed. Classes were cut short and he was lead to a cavernous chamber by Calfor. A man whom he had never seen before waited there for him, dressed in a long black robe.
"Good afternoon, young master." The man said in a rich baritone, then nodded to Calfor, "Please undress him."
Rathamaru began to tremble as Calfor swiftly undressed the tall boy.
"Please get on the table." He pointed to a low, very wide wooden table in the center of the room. Rathamaru sat gingerly on the wooden table. The man turned to Calfor. "I will call you when he is ready. Please wait outside."
She nodded and bowed, glancing quickly at Rathamaru as she turned, giving him a little smile that told him not to worry. To be brave. Rathamaru bit his lips in an effort to stop tears.
The man brought a large wooden box out and set it on the table and then removed four phallic shaped rods, the like of which Rathamaru had never seen before. Each was dark gray, almost black, and were exactly the same except that they were sequentially larger. The first one was three inches long by one inch in diameter with the last one at six inches long and a thick three inches around.
"Please kneel."
After he had gotten into a kneeling position, the man pushed his shoulders down until his head was resting on the table, but kept his rear high up in the air. Then he walked behind him and Rathamaru could no longer see him. He felt the man's hands on him, probing his testicles and then his penis. Then the man pushed his legs apart a little. A jar of white cream appeared on the table beside the four objects and the man put a generous dollop on his fingers. Slowly, very thoroughly, the cream was applied to his rectum and then pushed deep inside. It had a cool feel and the man's slender fingers did not hurt at all. They massaged the puckered opening, stimulating it, until it gaped open a little. Then the other hand took up the smallest of the dark objects.
Rathamaru could feel it probing at his entrance, and then slowly it was pushed inside. His tiny entrance stretched around it and he gave out a little moan. It didn't hurt, but it still felt horrible. Three long inches were steadily pushed into him until it was deep inside of his body. He felt intruded upon, stuffed and filled.
"You will wear this each night for a week. Do not try to push it out. When you wake up in the morning, you will be brought to me so that I can remove it. Each afternoon at nine bells, you will come here and I will reinsert it. After one week, it will be replaced with the next largest size. Now, just stay there for a few minutes so that your body gets used to the feel of it. And then you can go to your dinner."
The man put the three remaining rods back into their box and disappeared from Rathamaru's line of sight. He knelt there, looking very much like a lamb waiting for slaughter, his whole body trembling and tears blurring his vision. He had dreaded this day for years and now here it was upon him and it was even worse than he had ever imagined. This was the smallest of the four and it felt huge inside of him. How could the largest even get inside of him without tearing him apart?
Suddenly the door opened and JungSo walked in, appearing for a second in Rathamaru's sight then disappearing behind him. He could feel the Mage's hands on him and then the rod moved a little as JungSo touched it.
"Excellent work, Yeltar. You may leave us."
Rathamaru could hear the door open, then close, leaving him alone with the Master. The black rod was touched again, moved a little way out and then pushed back inside. Slender fingers cupped his balls and began to massage. The rod moved out again and then back in. Over and over.
Rathamaru closed his eyes and bit his lips to suppress a moan. Oh please! Not like this!
But the fingers were relentless and soon his disobedient penis stood taut, begging for the Mage's attention. JungSo's fingers left his balls and began to stroke his pet's distended length. A tiny groan escaped Rathamaru's compressed lips.
"Sweet boy! Do you know how beautiful you are right now? Like a perfect flower ready to bloom, bursting with sweet nectar." He swung the boy around and sat him on the edge of the table. Rathamaru grunted as the rod pushed in deeper when he sat on it.
JungSo knelt in front of him and began to lick the swollen shaft in front of him. It was bobbing slightly, begging for attention. It took no time at all for release and the Mage sucked hard, demanding all that he had.
Exhausted, more from the ordeal than the sex, Rathamaru fell back on the table and JungSo sat on the table next to him and scooped the boy into his lap.
"My sweet, sweet pet! How perfect you are! How wonderful!" Those horrid green eyes glittered wildly. "Your birthday will be so special! We will have a wonderful celebration. Fireworks! The best food! Presents! And then I will give you the best present of them all! You will know the pleasure of serving me as you were truly meant to! You will be my sheath!"
The Green Mage prattled on and on and Rathamaru tried to shut out the words. The nightmare of his life had just become a living hell.