Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi and chan)
Time passed and the boy grew tall, until he was almost the same height as JungSo. Every day Calfor worried that he was growing up too fast, but the Master did not seem to tire of him, even when soft curls of dark hair sprouted at his groin. Usually, this simple event signaled the end and that pet would be sent home and a new one chosen.
But that did not happen with Rathamaru. Instead of sending the boy away, JungSo seemed to be spending even more time with him. Had the Mage actually fallen in love with his own pet? Could it be possible? Calfor was perplexed. She had never seen the Master act like this before.
If Calfor had been able to question JungSo himself, the Mage would have been at a loss to explain what had happened. He just couldn't get enough of Rathamaru. The feel of his satin skin, the beauty of his face and body, the length and shape of his well-endowed penis, and those balls! Round, tight orbs of perfection. He could -- and did! -- spend hours licking and sucking them. The feel them inside of his mouth -- it made him tingle just to think of it!
And to be inside the boy! Since JungSo was the only one allowed to enter that hot passage, he fitted perfectly. His penis slid in easily and nestled tight. The Mage would then reach around the front to touch the boy's taut and ready penis or those wonderful balls and he would be in absolute ecstasy.
But even with his obsession with his pet, he did not forget the fact that Rathamaru was growing up. In a couple of more years the boy would be even taller than himself. He needed to come up with a way to keep this perfect pet from growing up. He spent many hours in his tower, blending potions and creating spells, but found nothing that would halt nature's power. Rathamaru grew older and taller and time was running out.
And as the weeks passed, the Mage grew more and more besotted with his pet. But it wasn't Rathamaru himself; JungSo never asked him about his life, if he was happy or not, how his classes were going -- none of that interested the Mage at all. No, the Mage's obsession was strictly physical -- his only interest was in the boy's perfect body. He began to spend more time with his pet, sometimes even leaving meetings so that he could spent warm afternoons on the balcony of the green room, fondling the boy's genitals and then surrendering himself to the passion it triggered.
But Rathamaru still thought the Mage was in love with him; kept innocent of the difference between love and sex. And he was hopelessly in love with the Mage. He would do anything the Mage asked of him. Allowing the Mage to adorn him, to paint him, to insert feathers and silk tassels into him. Many a time he was paraded through the halls dressed in silk which was draped so that all of his treasures were revealed, with white feathers dancing from his rear or bound by thin gold chains. The boy always blushed deep red with embarrassment, but never denied the Mage his fun. He was terrified that the Mage would get angry at him and send him home. And more than anything else in the world he wanted to be at JungSo's side, so he suffered through all the humiliation just to be with him.
Soon the boy was present at every function, whenever a clan leader or dignitary visited, no matter how insignificant, Rathamaru stood at his Master's side.
Silks were carefully draped around him, but always leaving him exposed for all to see. His penis was coated with an special oil beforehand, one that brought him to attention and kept him that way until it was washed off.
Often he would be required to stand for hours, achingly erect and swollen, trying not to notice the stolen glances of the people. Occasionally JungSo would reach over and fondle him, sometimes running his finger over his tip for long minutes, other times massaging his balls -- all in front of everyone!
The first few times were horrifying to the boy, but after a while he got used to the attention. But he could not stop from blushing which unfortunately looked more like a flush from passion, rather than from embarrassment, and made him even more desirable. He could see the looks of the visitors, the looks of desire and avarice -- and envy. Oh, yes! They envied the Mage! And many would have done anything, promised anything, for just one sweet hour with that beautiful boy.
But no one other than Calfor was allowed to touch him. She washed him, clothed him, and rubbed the oil on him when he was to be displayed. And she loved him as if he was her own child. And her heart broke every time she listened to her charge proclaim his love for the Master. One day it would all end and the boy would be crushed. Of this she had no doubt, for no matter how beautiful Rathamaru was, he was still growing up.