Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi and chan)
The last month before his tenth birthday was hell.
Every night he was forced to wear one of the rods. He tossed miserably until exhaustion took over and he finally fell to sleep. His classes suffered; all he could think about was the promised birthday celebration and the nightly torture. Even Calfor could think of no words of comfort.
After a week, the next largest rod was fitted into him, stretching him even wider. He had finally gotten used to the first one, and now he would have to start all over. Like the last time, JungSo appeared when the new size was put in and fondled him, awakening him, and then tasting him.
Another week passed and still a larger one was forced into him. Rathamaru groaned openly when this one was shoved deep inside. His anus stretched wide around the leather and at first burned, causing him to cry out. Yeltar quickly put on more cream and the burning ceased immediately.
This time, JungSo walked around him as the boy knelt on the table, his butt high in the air, on display. "Beautiful! You are coming along beautifully!" He examined the object minutely, moving it to and fro. Rathamaru swallow a groan, not wanting the Mage to notice his misery. And then the slender fingers went to work and all was lost as his body took control from his brain.
The last one was the worst. Yeltar worked the cream in for a long time. Unbeknownst to Rathamaru, Yeltar had been punished for hurting the boy with the third rod and still bore the marks of the whip on his back. Finally, when he was sure that there would be no pain at all, he slowly pushed the largest rod in place.
It felt huge! And heavy! It did not nestle inside like the first three, but hung there, feeling like it would eventually push through soft flesh if left in long enough. When JungSo appeared, Rathamaru wanted to supplicate himself at the Master's feet and beg him to remove the offending thing, but he was afraid to move. When the Mage touched it, he openly groaned.
"Now, boy, hush! You must have it!" JungSo said firmly, "You must get used to this size or else I will hurt you and we don't want that, do we? You must feel only pleasure when you serve me for the first time. When you have the honor of receiving me. Can you think of a greater purpose in life?"
As he chattered on, JungSo began to play with the phallic rod, moving it in and out, and Rathamaru gritted his teeth to prevent another moan.
"You will be the sheath to my sword!" He said grandly. "And such a beautiful sheath you are! You should see yourself! Ready for the taking! And you shall see!"
He rushed to the door and ordered Calfor to bring him two large mirrors. Rathamaru moaned softly -- the last thing he wanted to do was to see himself like this! But soon the mirrors were brought and one was placed in front of him and the other in back. The servants were dismissed, their eyes down, pretending that they did not see what was happening in that room. But the tale would soon be all over Balgor.
JungSo positioned the mirrors and then raised the boy's face. "Look! See how special you are."
Rathamaru looked into the mirror and burst into tears. A huge black thing protruded from him, his anus stretch horribly around it. It looked even worse than it felt.
"Oh, child! Why do you cry?" JungSo went to the back of him and spread his legs, revealing even more. Rathamaru choked back a strangled sob of despair. "Look at how perfect you are! Look at yourself being made ready to accept your Master! This is what you were created for! Your purpose in life!"
Rathamaru could no longer stop the tears and turned away from the mirror and its nightmare.
"Stop crying!" The Mage growled, angry that the boy had ruined his fun. "You are being a disrespectful and disobedient child!"
Suddenly his voice changed, turning gentle once more. "But I forgive you. I will let you rest and get used to the feel of it." And then he left without touching him further.
A few minutes later Calfor came into the room, and gave an audible gasp when she saw her charge and the two mirrors. What had the Master done to the boy? She pulled him to his feet and slipped his robe on. And very slowly, gingerly, they walked to his room. And every servant that they met turned away, lowering their eyes. They had already heard about the horror of Yeltar's chamber!
That final week much worse than the prior three weeks. Rathamaru could not get accustomed to the huge thing inside of him. Sitting was impossible. It was just too big. He slept fitfully, curled in a ball of misery. The only comfort that Calfor could give him was that after this week ended, he would not have to wear it again. He would be stretched enough for the Master and never need to be stretched again. It was small comfort.
Finally the morning of his tenth birthday dawned and the boy was taken to Yeltar for the finally removal. Rathamaru was glad to be free of it, but now the real thing would be used instead.
After that, Calfor took her charge to breakfast and then he was allowed most of the day free, until nine bells when Calfor would take him to the bathing pool to prepare him for the festivities. And JungSo.
Rathamaru spent the day in the library, trying to immerse himself in books, but no matter how many times he read the same page, the words made no sense. His mind was filled with the coming night. And his first taking. He was terrified, but knew that he had to conceal his fear. And wondered if he would be able to.
Promptly at nine bells, Calfor arrived to take him to the bathing pool. For the first time in three years, JungSo was not there. Calfor bathed the boy very carefully, washing every part several times. Then she dried him and stood naked in front of her. Carefully she applied thin gold leaf to his nipples and then to the head of his penis, leaving only the tiny hole at the tip free. Gold dust was sprinkled on his body, giving him a golden sheen. Calfor sprinkled some gold dust into her hands and then rubbed it on his balls, turning them into golden orbs. When she was through, Rathamaru looked like one of the gods had stepped down from paradise. He was stunningly beautiful.
She draped him in ivory silk, so thin it was nearly see-through. His body could almost be seen through the thin silk, a tantalizing hint of perfection just out of sight. When she was done, she pulled a tiny bottle from her pocket and gave it to him. "Drink this, child."
"What is it?"
"It will stop your fears. Obey me and drink it."
Rathamaru unstopped the tiny vial and tilted its contents on his tongue. Several blue drops of a sweet liquid fell and he swallowed them. Almost immediately a strange euphoria came over him and the world faded into the background like a dream. Calfor took his hand and lead the now plaint boy to the main hall where everyone was waiting.
The room was filled with people, dignitaries from every clan come to pay homage to the Master's latest "pet." Gifts were piled in a corner, most of which Rathamaru would never see, brought mostly to appease the powerful and temperamental Mage that ruled these lands. When this latest pet was led into the room, everyone applauded as was expected of them, but the murmurs of appreciation were authentic. They had never seen a boy so beautiful!
Calfor brought him to the throne and JungSo stood, taking Rathamaru's hand and turning him to face the crowd.
"I present the sheath to my sword: Rathamaru." And he pulled off the silks, exposing the perfect body beneath. The crowd roared with approval and applauded loudly, in earnest. The boy was incredible!
The drug kept a dreamy look on his face, and the crowd seemed far away. During the feast and then for the firework display, Rathamaru stood nude next to his Master. Occasionally, JungSo would run a hand over his backside or lift his golden balls in admiration and the people nearby would murmur in appreciation of the beauty displayed for their benefit.
Although the party would continue through the night, the Green Mage left at eleven bells, leading his pet to his room. The long wait was over -- the boy was now his for the taking. Tonight, the sheath would feel its sword for the first time.