Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi and chan)
Each day found Rathamaru always looking forward to nighttime, to the wonderful nights when the Master would hold him and caress him, and bring him to unimaginable heights. The boy was so young and impressionable that it broke Calfor's heart, for she knew the pain that was waiting for him. To him, there was no difference between sex and love; he thought the Mage in love with him and she knew that he was hopelessly infatuated with JungSo. The boy's whole life revolved around the Mage. His newly awakened sex was all he thought about, all he craved. His studies faltered as his mind continually drifted into romantic daydreams instead of concentrating on the tasks at hand.
A few weeks later found Calfor preparing her charge for a special occasion. JungSo was receiving dignitaries from the various clans during an annual pilgrimage to pay whatever tribute had been demanded. And Rathamaru was to be standing next to his Master.
The boy was so excited he had not be able to eat anything all day. "I am going to be right by his side!"
Calfor nodded occasionally as the boy rattled on, trying to keep him still enough to dress, comb his hair and then braid it. A brand new gown had been fashioned for him in the purest of whites, which flowed around him and tied in the front with a golden sash. The sash was made from the same cloth as the Mage's gown. Rathamaru was very excited about it and the fact that all the dignitaries would know that he was the Mage's beloved pet, wearing the very same material. Finally after much trial and error, she got him dressed and ready, then took him to the main hall. There he took his place next to the Mage's throne-like chair, looking out at all the people who were waiting to honor his Master.
After a few minutes, JungSo walked into the room, coming from a back entrance, and nodded at Rathamaru, giving a little smile of approval. Every person in the room bowed deeply, and the procession began. One by one, the leaders of the clans and tribes came up to the dais and prostrated themselves before the Green Mage. Servants then brought the Mage the tributes which were put to the side. Most of the tribute was gold or silver, gems or pearls, but some clans gave fruits and vegetables and some gave servants or slaves. One tribe brought fine silks which would be made into the clothes. And each leader gave a speech which seemed to drone on and on.
Rathamaru was bored to death. He stifled a yawn.
"Are you bored, my pet?" JungSo asked. "So am I. Come closer to me."
The boy moved closer until he was standing right next to the Mage. For a few minutes nothing happened and Rathamaru wondered why his Master wanted him closer. Suddenly, he felt the Mage's touch. JungSo had put his hand under the layers of silk to find the opening in the boy's clothes and had found his penis.
Rathamaru turned deep red, very aware of the people in the crowded hall, "Please, Master, not in front of everyone," he begged.
"You dare!" The Mage snarled, standing up and slapping the boy hard across the face. "You dare!!!" Rathamaru was rocked back by the force of the blow, his face red with the imprint.
Every eye in the hall turned to the tabloid being played out; the clan leader stopped his speech and stood there, not certain of what to do.
JungSo went to his knees, dragging Rathamaru with him, and tore off the silks, revealing him completely. "You are for my pleasure! And it is now my pleasure that everyone watch!"
Rathamaru shut his eyes tightly, but he could not shut his ears, and he heard the crowd murmuring. The Mage took hold of his soft penis and began to stroke him firmly. Rathamaru gave out a sobbing groan, and unable to stop himself, began to rise. The murmurs grew louder. Tears of humiliation squeezed between his lashes.
Over and over the hand stroked, from root to tip. His balls filled and his shaft grew rigid. Crystal liquid began to form and slid down the sides, giving JungSo's hand more to work with.
It seemed like hours to the brutally exposed boy, but it was only minutes. He bit into his lips, trying desperately to hold back, but he couldn't. The hand was relentless and soon he cried out and his white release surged out in a wide arc, spilling to the floor in front of him. JungSo stood up, taking the boy's silks with him, leaving Rathamaru completely naked on the floor, lying in his own semen.
"Disobedient boy!" JungSo growled. "I'll teach you to obey!" Then he snapped his fingers. "Calfor! Wash him and then take him to his room."
Calfor bowed and nodded and took hold of Rathamaru's hand, pulling him to his feet. Swiftly, she took the naked, sobbing boy from the hall. As she left, she heard the Mage yelling for servants to clean up the floor.
Rathamaru couldn't stop the tears; it wasn't only the humiliation that caused them, but also the fact that his Master was so angry with him.
Calfor took him to the bathing pool and began to wash him. "Shush! Child! Stop your crying. You will make yourself red and puffy and the Master will be displeased." She washed his face with cool water, but the tears did not stop.
"I made him angry!" He sobbed miserably. "He sent me to my room. He does not want me tonight!"
That night, alone in the dark, the boy curled in his bed, tears still running, terrified that the Mage would never send for him again. Calfor had not been able to console him and finally she gave up, leaving him to his misery.
Late that night, only a couple of hours before the dawn, Calfor woke her charge up. "Wake up, child! And come with me." Sleepily, his eyes puffy from the crying, he put on his robe and followed her. When she led the way to the Green Room, his heart skipped a beat. Did the Master send for him? She opened the door and pushed him inside, then closed the door behind him.
A small lamp near the bed was the only light in the room. Rathamaru could see the Mage lying there. "Come to me."
The boy walked closer until he was next to the bed, his head down, his shoulders hunched. If he had a tail, it would have been tucked between his legs.
"Remove your robe."
Oh! The Master's voice was so cold. He was still angry! Rathamaru quickly obeyed, letting the robe fall.
JungSo looked at his pet for long minutes, and then patted the space beside him. "Come."
Rathamaru jumped into the bed and curled up next to the Mage. JungSo kissed the top of the boy's head, embracing him.
"Do not make me punish you, child. You know that I do not want to hurt you. It breaks my heart when you are disobedient."
"Forgive me, my Lord." Came the choked reply. "I blurted the words out. I was embarrassed."
"Why, child? You must never be embarrassed! You are beautiful!"
"But ... you touched me ... in front of everyone."
"Don't you realize that I cannot stop myself? That my desire for you is such that I lose all control?" Rathamaru shook his head and the Mage laughed lightly. "Sleep now. And in the morning you will show me just how beautiful you truly are!"
Rathamaru curled in the Mage's arms happily, knowing that his Master still loved him and wanted him. He silently vowed never to be disobedient or displease the Master ever again.