Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi and chan)
The next morning, Rathamaru woke to find himself alone in the large bed. He stretched like a cat and unkinked tight muscles. After one final stretch, he got up and glanced at the bed. The color drained from his face instantly. The silk sheets were stained with sweat and other much more personal fluids. Gold dust was smeared on them, too. He had ruined them!
At that moment, Calfor walked into the room and noticed his look. "What is the matter, child?"
"I ruined the bedding! The silk sheets!"
"No, child! They will wash. It is to be expected after a night with the Master. You did nothing wrong. As a matter of fact, I hear that the Master has never been so happy with a pet before."
Rathamaru looked at her, arching one eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes, he adores you. Can't stop talking about how wonderful you are." She held out a robe. "Come, let's get you cleaned up."
The boy put it on, smiling to himself. He had pleased the Master!
"And obviously he pleased you." Calfor commented, causing her charge to blush.
"I have been dreading this day for four years now and… Oh, Calfor, it was wonderful! It didn't hurt at all! He was right! This is what I was created for. To be his sheath!" Rathamaru exclaimed, his eyes bright.
Calfor sighed heavily but said nothing. She led him to the bathing pool as he prattled happily away.
"He was so gentle! It felt so good -- when he touched me. And then when he entered..." he blushed a little when he said that, but quickly continued, "it was as if he belong there inside of me. I could feel him nestled inside of me and it felt so right. I was finally doing what I had been trained for."
Calfor said nothing. How could she tell the excited boy that he would be discarded in a few years' time when he grew too old for the Master's tastes. For four years, since he was only six, JungSo had fed Rathamaru the idea that he had been born only to serve him. That silly nonsense with a sword and a sheath! If only the boy knew how many sheaths had been before him! She had cared for dozens! And there had been hundreds before her time. The Mage was a demon and did not age -- who knew how old he really was.
And now her sweet innocent charge had fallen into his web of lies and believed that the Master loved him, truly cared for him. The Master cared for no one but himself! And the boy would only last as long as he could still give pleasure to the Mage's perverse desire for young male flesh.
They reached the bathing pool and Calfor sat him on the edge, facing away from the pool. She took up a strange object had been on a small table waiting. It looked like two funnels fused together. "This will not hurt you, child."
"What are you going to do?"
"You must be clean for the Master." Calfor said.
Rathamaru looked at the device and then turned deep red and said nothing else. Would the humiliation never end? Calfor pushed him over so that he was leaning on his thighs, and then gently inserted the slender end deep into his anus. The bottom funnel went into the swirling water and she poured warm water into the top funnel. Everything that the Master had deposited last night was washed out the lower funnel by the water. Calfor washed him out several times, until the water ran clear.
Then she removed the device and set it aside.
"Will you do that every time?" he asked miserably.
"Yes, the Master requires that you are completely clean. Every morning you will be washed out."
"Every morning? I will be with him every night?"
"He will use you every night, but he does not stay the night with you. He goes to his private chambers after he finishes with you." Calfor answered as she pulled him under the waterfall and began to wash him.
"Oh."
After his bath and then breakfast, Rathamaru went to his classes, but his mind was far away. Thinking about the Mage; about his gentleness, the incredible feelings that he had experienced last night, and thinking about the night to come. He couldn't wait!
After dinner, he was taken to his room and dressed in a white silk robe, then marched to the green room -- the room of unimaginable pleasures! JungSo was waiting for him and jumped from the chair he had been sitting in and embraced the boy, kissing both cheeks.
"My pet! My sweet pet! Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?" The Mage purred in his ear.
"My Lord." Rathamaru sighed. "I couldn't wait for night to fall."
JungSo slipped the robe from the boy's shoulders and then stepped back, his eyes lingering over the perfect body. Gentle fingers caressed his face and then reached for his penis, lifting it. "My beautiful pet! My perfect sheath!"
The boy closed his eyes, letting the Mage drink him in, happy in his Master's joy. Long fingers stroked his penis, then weighed his balls.
"Perfect! You have such beautiful balls. Almost perfectly round! Do you realize how beautiful you are! How perfect!"
"I only want to please you, Master."
"And you do! You most certainly do!" JungSo exclaimed, then led his pet to the bed, where fresh, clean pale green silk sheets waited.
Rathamaru laid down in the center, shivering in anticipation, and then suddenly drew up his knees so that his entire private region was exposed to JungSo's avid view.
"Oh, my beautiful pet! You please me so well!" The Mage breathed, bending to press a kiss to the rounded ball sac between his pet's legs. He sucked on it gently, then hard, alternating the firmness, making Rathamaru cry out with the beginnings of passion. The boy's wonderful penis climbed up his stomach, hard and firm, and the small pink pucker, his sword's entrance, began to moisten with desire.
As he administered to his willing pet, JungSo also administered to himself, slipping a slender hand into his own silks, finding his penis and stroking it awake. For long minutes, almost a full hour, the Mage fondled himself while he sucked on the boy. Rathamaru was steady movement, his hips rotating side to side and occasionally pushing upward as if begging the Mage to suck even harder. His penis was left neglected and begging for attention, but when he put his own hand down to stroke its needy length, JungSo pushed his hand away. He moaned in despair.
"Please..." he begged and thrust upward, trying to get the Mage's attention on his penis instead of only his swollen balls.
Finally, the Mage lifted his head, but instead of going to his aching penis, he went to the tiny mouth between his cheeks. Very slowly, sensually, he licked the puckered slit. Rathamaru moaned deeply, never believing such a feeling possible. He spread his legs even further apart and tried to lift his butt upward so that he would be even more accessible. JungSo smiled at his helpful pet and slid a pillow under his rear, lifting him, exposing him completely. Then he settled down to his task, licking at the tiny mouth, teasing it open. He curled his tongue and stabbed it inside. Rathamaru gave out a sobbing moan.
With the same dedication as he had shown to the boy's balls, JungSo now delved deep into the boy's anus, alternating between licking the entrance and swirling his tongue around inside. Sweat poured off the boy and his face -- his whole body -- was flushed with passion.
At the same time, JungSo's hands were busy. He took a small phallus from his pocket and then a small bottle of oil. The oil had been treated with a plant that created a cool sensation followed by a fiery hot sensation. Carefully he oiled the phallus and when it was completely coated, he set it aside and then stood up and removed his clothes. He was ready!
Rathamaru opened his eyes when the Mage left him and noticed the small phallus. Wasn't the Mage going to use him? But before he could say anything, JungSo sat on the very edge of the bed and inserted the phallus into himself. He gave a grunt as it seated and then a moan as the potion began to work. Then he turned to the boy.
JungSo knelt over him and lined up his penis to the boy's anal mouth, then slowly pushed himself inside. Rathamaru closed his eyes, now content, feeling his Master's penis spreading him wide as it pushed deep inside -- just as it should be! Then the Mage began to move.
Rathamaru felt as though his body was on fire with a pleasure so intense it was nearly pain -- but not quite. Every time his Master withdrew and thrust forward again, the head of his penis ran over the something inside that exploded with sensation. He and his Master were intimately connected through this meeting of their flesh. And that thought excited him as nothing else had. To be able to clasp his Master's throbbing penis so tightly in his own body gave him such joy that he would never be able to describe it!
JungSo was also in ecstasy! Not only was his penis in his pet's tight passage, but the phallus was heating up, causing a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. He closed his eyes tightly and rode the boy hard, bringing them both to a climax. When he felt the boy was close, he reached for his penis, which he had not touched in all this time, and stroked the tip.
Rathamaru cried out when he felt his Master's gentle touch and, within seconds, began his climax, sending white spurts of slick liquid between his Master's fingers. JungSo took hold of the boy's shaft, curling strong fingers around it, and pumped him hard. More and more white fluid poured out, splashing on his stomach and over the silk sheets. Finally the boy had no more to give and he went pliant, almost unconscious from the force of his climax.
JungSo gave a deep groan and pushed hard into the boy, bringing about his own climax. The artificial heat in his own anus rose until it burned hot and the pain caused him to come even harder. For long minutes, the Mage emptied himself into the boy, finally slipping free. He fell to the floor, leaning against the bed and reached down and pulled the phallus free. His anus was dark red from the burning oil and he pushed two slender fingers inside, stroking himself, finding his own pleasure spot.
Rath fell asleep, content that he had pleased his Master once more. He did not understand what JungSo did with the phallus, but he knew that it was not his place to ask. JungSo moved so that he could watch his sleeping pet. His fingers continued to stroke inside while his other hand found his penis, bringing it to attention once more. All through the night, JungSo watched and stroked, bringing himself to climax after climax.