Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi and chan)
Rathamaru had never been in the Mage's bed chambers before. He felt like he was in kaleidoscope of green. The walls were dark green, bedding was a pale green silk, the wall hangings were green velvet. Everything was green. It was overwhelming!
His head began to spin and he swayed on his feet, putting out a hand to brace himself. A strong hand took it and supported him. JungSo stood directly behind him, pressed tightly against him, and then kissed the nape of his neck.
"Sweet child! Has it been too much for you?" The Mage murmured in his ear. "The excitement, the anticipation?"
Rathamaru nodded, still disoriented, but his head was beginning to clear. Where was he? Why was he naked? Vague images of the party drifted across his memory. It was his birthday. Yes, more was coming back to him - and then like a splash of ice water on his face, everything became crystal clear. He was in the Master's bedroom.
And tonight was the night.
JungSo stroked his shoulders and trailed down his arms. "My beautiful pet," he purred.
He began to push Rathamaru toward the bed, the bedding open and inviting. If only the Mage was not included in the package! He was pushed onto it, sprawling face down in an ungraceful tangle of arms and legs. But JungSo did not reprimand his clumsiness as he normally would have, but sat down beside the sprawled boy, and ran his hand over one golden cheek then trailed down his thigh to his calf. The Master's gentleness surprised him and he turned to look at him.
JungSo was looking at the body before him, touching it, stroking the satin smooth skin beneath his fingers. "Beautiful boy," he murmured, "Such a beautiful boy."
Rathamaru buried his head in the soft sheets, losing himself to the gentle stroking of his Master's hand. Could it be that what was going to happen would not be so terrible? JungSo had always promised that there would be no pain. But could there also be pleasure? Was that possible?
JungSo stroked his pet's entire body, running his hand over smooth shoulders, down the deep curve of his back, over slender hips and rounded buttocks, and past slender, well-formed legs to narrow feet. He massaged every toe, every finger, every muscle in the boy's wonderful body, and Rathamaru responded, sighing in contentment.
"A happy pet is a responsive pet!" JungSo whispered.
Gently he turned the boy onto his back, and bid him close his eyes, and began to stroke the front. His light fingers brushed across gilded nipples and peeled away the gold, revealing the pale rosy skin beneath. The real skin was so much more beautiful. He made lazy circles with one slender finger over each nipple, until they stood high. The boy was responding better than he had hoped!
The hand trailed down, stirring the soft down near his navel, then went further. Gently gild was peeled off his penis, and the finger began a whisper-soft stroking. Little tremors rippled through Rathamaru's body and he gave a soft moan. The Mage's other hand began to massage the balls, smearing the dust that had turned them golden.
He grabbed a soft cloth from a table nearby and began to take the gold dust off. "We don't this anymore. And you are more beautiful natural."
When he was finished, he returned to his task. Slowly, sensually, slim hips began to move in time to the deft hands. A rosy blush highlighted Rathamaru's cheeks and his full lips parted in a soft pant. His eyes were tightly shut; he was afraid to open them and break the wonderful spell he was falling under.
Soon his penis was hard and firm and hugged tight against his stomach. JungSo lifted his pet's knees up and then spread them open and put them on either side of the slender body. He did not touch the boy for a long time, but sat there admiring his beauty.
The rosy penis was already a good size and the balls were round and firm and stood high. Beneath them was a perfect pink pucker of a mouth, already moist with desire. JungSo sighed. This pet was the best he had ever had! The most perfect -- the most beautiful. Even as an adult, he would be beautiful. Perhaps he would still be desirable as he grew older and would last longer than the others had.
He moved closer and licked the boy's nipples, sending a delicious shiver down his back. JungSo could feel it ripple past his hands. He moved upward for a second and kissed the hollow of the boy's throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his lips. Then he went downward again, teasing the upright nipples again, then licking in one smooth motion to his navel. He circled it with his tongue and then began his downward journey again.
When he got to the velvet head of the boy's penis, he did not take it and suck as usual, but licked around the tip and along the ridge where the head joined the shaft.
Rathamaru bucked in surprise and then moaned deeply. Clear drops formed on the tip and the Mage licked them, tasting their sweetness. He trailed down the swollen shaft and took the round balls in his mouth, sucking them gently. More liquid poured out of the penis and dripped onto the soft down of his stomach. JungSo reached delicate fingers into the slick puddle and wet them well. Then, still sucking on the balls, he slipped two fingers past the puckered slit and touched a certain spot inside.
Rathamaru's body arched off the bed with the most incredible feeling he had ever known. The Mage could feel the tight anal muscles sucking on his fingers. The boy had been trained well and was stretched perfectly. He was ready.
It was tricky, this part. He struggled to get out of his own robe, using only one hand, the other currently occupied. Finally, he got himself free of the tangle of his clothes and looked down at himself, admiring his own maleness. A pale penis rose hard and straight from a thatch of green curls. Delicate pearls of liquid came out of the tip. His own balls were not as round and firm as the boy's, but they were close.
With his fingers still deep inside of the boy, he reached down with his free hand and fondled himself. Every since he was a young man, not much older than Rathamaru, he had enjoyed his own touch more than anyone else's. That's why he never trained his pets to give him pleasure; no one could give him more satisfaction that his own knowing hands. The Green Mage was a complete narcissist.
Slowly, sensually, he stroked his swollen penis, then reached down to massage his heavy balls. He loved the feel of himself.
After a short time, he resumed his oral pleasuring of the boy. Again his soft tongue found the boy's velvet penis and perfect balls. Rathamaru was moaning constantly now, his hips moving in perfect rhythm to the stroking fingers deep inside his anus. His body felt like it was on fire -- it was so hot! -- and a slick sheen of perspiration covered his slender form.
Without warning, the boy arched high, his head and heels pressed hard into the bed, his rear completely off the bed. White cream spurted out and splashed on his stomach as he reached his climax. A guttural sound came from his throat, a rasping sob of released passion. JungSo moved with the boy, his fingers pushing hard inside to bring Rathamaru to another peak, then still another. Sweat poured in rivers down his body and left his imprint on the silk sheets.
"Master!!!" he screamed as his aching penis pumped out even more. JungSo left his own pleasure and grabbed the boy's balls, squeezing them hard. The boy shuddered violently and then emptied himself completely. He fell back on the bed trembling with exhaustion and feelings that he had never imagined possible. Never knew existed.
"Now, my child, now is the time. Behold my sword!" JungSo said, holding out his own penis. He sat on the bed and pulled Rathamaru close, almost in his lap. Slowly, gently, he pushed himself inside, easing past the muscled ring, until he was nestled deep inside. The sword was in its sheath! JungSo had not lied -- there was no pain. The phalluses had done their job well and the exhaustion was helping, making the boy pliant. He accepted the penis without a whimper, so tired he was nearly asleep. Dreamily, he reached down and cupped himself and then his mind drifted pleasantly as the Mage pushed himself completely inside.
In and out -- in and out. The rhythm was hypnotic.
Rathamaru drifted with the motion like a rudderless boat at sea. It felt strangely soothing, to have his Master inside like that. After a long while, at least it seemed long to the boy, JungSo shoved in hard and Rathamaru could feel the hot wet of release inside of himself. Even that felt as it should be.
After all, he was the sheath. And now his Master's sword was safely tucked inside as it was meant to be. And with his Master still deep inside, methodically emptying himself, the boy fell asleep.