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Subject: Apprentice and King – Chapter 2 Apprentice and King By Leonard – ail M/b, mind control, consensual (after mind control), magic, oral, anal, more… SYNOPSIS A kinky take on a hero’s journey as an eleven-year-old boy tries to follow his destiny as an apprentice to a Master Wizard. His teacher, though, shapes him to find pleasure in much more than just casting spells. STORY NOTES As promised, there will be smut! When you’re done here, you’ll find many more of my stories in a number of places, including Nifty, but right now there’s no one central archive of all my work. (I have around a dozen stories, several of which are novel-length.) Reach out at any time and I can share other stories or add you to my update list to get notified whenever I release something new. All of the characters in this story are fiction. Finally, you wouldn’t even know about this story if not for Nifty. If you can, help it out with a donation to keep this special place fty/donate.html Chapter 2: To Crezia In a few minutes, Zeles had lifted the boy up to the horse and climbed up himself. (“Use magic!” cried the boy. “Not for this,” said Zeles with a smile.) He scooted the child back until his warm back was flush with Zeles’ body, and then the Master Wizard wrapped his arms around his new apprentice. “Cozy?” he asked. Ardin nodded. “I’m so high up!” “You are,” confirmed the wizard with a smile. He reached up and gave the boy a pat on the head, and then, holding the reins, kicked the horse into motion. They started trotting down the path, and Zeles rested his hands on the boy’s thighs. For a while, they rode in silence. Ardin held out a hand, feeling the wind race between his fingers, and opened his mouth to let the air flow onto his wet tongue. When there was a bit of a bump, the kid yelped joyously. He’s an adventurous kid, thought Zeles. Just as he should be. After a moment, Ardin asked, “it’s getting dark. How can Lightstorm even see?” “I gave him Wizard Sight,” answered Zeles. “It means he can feel the magic around him, a lot like you did when you lifted your brother.” Ardin nodded as if he understood. “Can I have it too? I want to see!” Zeles nodded, and held out his hands around the boy. “Only for a little bit, it will take a lot of concentration and I’m already making sure Lightstorm has it. But here, put your hands in mine.” The boy placed his soft, small hands in Zeles’ larger hands. A warmth spread through Zeles’ body just from that touch, but he tried to ignore it. The boy’s mother had already seen his arousal, was he so obvious? Already his cock rose to attention. He couldn’t just ignore the boy; the whole point of the magic link was to focus on the connection between them. He sighed and hoped the boy didn’t feel it. I can fuck the boy later, he thought. Just focus. Zeles closed his fingers around the boy’s and then closed his eyes. Slowly, he let their magical essences merge once again. It was a deeper connection than in the shack, and he heard Ardin gasp at the sensations. The boy’s aura was warm and sweet, with a deep reservoir of power and energy. Like honey, perhaps, but a powerfully spiced honey. Zeles let his own magic flow into the boy even as the boy’s flowed back into him, a give and take of intoxicating power. Ardin’s magic was prickly, and Zeles felt himself inhale sharply. He was surrounded by Ardin’s essence; he was suffused in it. His whole body felt the stimulation, little jolts, not unpleasant but powerful. Ardin arched his back at the contact, and then both exhaled together. Then, also together, they inhaled. “Uhhhhhh,” moaned the boy. “It feels… it’s everywhere…” And then their magic was linked, and they both felt a powerful warmth flowing through their veins. There’s not much that binds two people closer than the sharing of magic, the mixing of their own powers. It was nearly overwhelming for little Ardin, whose body was shaking as it pressed against Zeles. “Now,” said Zeles, when he thought the boy had likely recovered, “let the magic flow out like before, just a little bit.” “I can feel things,” said Ardin, “but it’s just… like shadows.” “I know,” said Zeles. “Now you need to shape the magic. Put a little bit of yourself into each burst of magic. Think of them… like little balls of magic, each one feeling for you. Can you shape them, Ardin?” Ardin furrowed his brow. He could feel those bits of magic that were flying out, and he tried to grasp them, to change them, but something was wrong. “Ewwwwwww!” he shouted suddenly. Zeles was laughing. “Boy,” he said, “you put your taste into them instead of your feeling. I think you just tasted a muddy rock.” “Yuck,” said the boy. “Let me help you,” said Zeles. He pressed his fingers tightly into the boy’s hand, intertwining them, and guided the boy’s magic. “Do you see what I’m doing?” “Maybe.” “You’ll get it,” said the wizard. And then, suddenly, the boy went “Oh!” He took a deep breath. “It’s like… that’s a tree, right?” He pointed out. “Yes,” said Zeles. “It’s not seeing, but I can feel the shapes?” “That’s it,” he said. “It’s too dark to see, but you can extend your sense of touch.” “And that’s what the horse is doing?” “I’m sharing what I feel with the horse. It’s not easy.” “You’ve been seeing like this for… the whole time?” “Yes.” “I can see behind me too!” “Yes. It’s one of the advantages of wizard sight, when you use it.” Zeles was smiling. “This is amazing!” “It’s good to be a wizard,” answered Zeles. “Oh, there’s a hole in the road!” cried the boy, tensing suddenly. “Lightstorm sees it,” replied Zeles, and sure enough, the horse easily jumped over it. They went on, and the wizard held the boy tight, but Ardin shifted suddenly and moved away. Zeles wondered why, before he realized that he might have pushed the boy right up against his erection. He sighed. * * * “I’m sleepy,” said Ardin. They’d been riding for about an hour and a half, and Ardin had been more quiet since Zeles had tried to hold him close. He’d shuffled forward once or twice in the saddle. It had seemed natural, but it had been moving away from physical contact, and so maybe he really did feel Zeles’ manhood. Still, Ardin had eagerly used his Wizard Sight and kept their magical connection, and he wasn’t trying to run away. Zeles wondered what he was thinking. In any case, Zeles figured they’d done enough distance for tonight. They were far enough away from Ardin’s old town that it should be safe. “No wonder,” replied Zeles, “it’s late, and you’ve been using your magic this whole time! Let’s stop and rest.” It was probably only the adrenaline that had kept the boy up this late already. “Let’s get off the path.” They found a clearing to set down. Zeles tied the horse to another tree. “Hungry?” he asked. Ardin looked at him. “You still have more food?” he asked incredulously. Zeles smiled. “I do,” he answered. “It’s dried, but it will be good. Gather up some firewood, I’ll unload the packs. We can stop using our Wizard Sight once we have light.” The boy nodded and headed off. “I’m tired,” he said. “Just a little while,” said Zeles, “and then we can sleep.” As Zeles unloaded the horse, he could still feel his connection with Ardin. Much weaker now that they weren’t touching, but present. He could feel magic in the boy’s body, the way it shifted with each movement of the child’s muscles, the way his young body moved. He imagined he could even feel the softness of Ardin’s skin. The boy was exhausted, he could tell. And thus, when Ardin lost his concentration and dropped his Wizard Sight, Zeles felt it. “I… I can’t see!” cried the child. “It’s ok,” said Zeles. “Come towards my voice.” Zeles heard rustling, felt Ardin getting closer. Almost in range of Zeles’ own Wizard Sight. And then… he felt something on Ardin. A hand. In an instant, Zeles dropped everything and ran for the boy. Was it Moyana? If it was her, this was bad. Very bad. But it wasn’t. When he got in range with his Wizard Sight, he saw five men. He could sense their gruffness, their clothing. “Let go of the boy!” he called to them, “and you won’t be hurt.” He heard laughter. “Give us your horse,” they said, “and your coin. Then you can have your son back.” The men had a knife to Ardin’s throat, and Zeles could feel the boy’s despair. He was sobbing. He was terrified. “I am Master Wizard Zeles Tzell,” he said. “You will let my apprentice go if you wish to live.” “A wizard!” said another voice. “That’s a new one.” “Now,” boomed Zeles. He waited, and then heard Ardin yelp as the knife pressed into him. “Your horse,” said the man. Zeles was so tired. Too tired. But needs must be attended to. He fashioned his magic, almost exactly the way he did to open the door to Ardin’s old home, but this time he channeled it through his link to the boy himself. Ardin suddenly glowed bright yellow, and the brigands were pushed back from him just as Ardin’s family had been from the door. “By Gonola’s tits!” cried the one who’d been holding him, really quite crudely, thought Zeles. “Run!” he cried to the boy, but it wasn’t necessary. The boy was already sprinting. çankaya escort The light emanating from his own body illuminated the forest and clearing, and Zeles pointed his hand at the brigand who’d held the child. “I warned you,” he cried, and let loose a bolt so powerful that it lit the sky, hit the man, and ripped right through his body and exited the other side. The body crumbled to the ground. The other four turned to each other, shared one glance, and began to run. Though Zeles might have finished them off to protect other travelers, tonight he was too tired. He let them run. Hopefully they learned their lesson, he thought. “Ardin!” he called. “Are you all right?” The boy was sobbing, and Zeles walked towards him, this time using his magic to create a light. “Ardin?” he asked. The boy leapt up, ran to Zeles, and hugged him. For a moment, Zeles reveled in the contact. But then Ardin pulled away. “Thank you,” he said, almost in tears. “You did well,” said Zeles. Ardin just shook his head. * * * The two of them together gathered the firewood and Zeles lit it with a wave of his finger. Ardin worked mostly in silence, although he did smile appreciatively as he saw more magic. He was exhausted, but Zeles gave him some water and food, and then unrolled a cushion for the boy to sleep on which might already have been more comfortable than what he had at home. The boy curled up on it, and Zeles thought it was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen. “What do I call you?” asked Ardin, sleepily. “Master Tzell,” said the wizard. “You’re my apprentice.” The boy nodded. Then he turned to the wizard. “My mama warned me,” he said. “And I felt your…” “Shhhhh,” said Zeles. “You’re safe with me.” He bit his lip and sat down next to the boy. “I promise.” And then, he held his hand out over the boy’s head, and a glowing light passed from his hand into the boy. * * * Things really had not gone according to plan, thought Master Wizard Zeles Tzell. He’d found the boy, and that was a huge victory. But already he’d had to control the boy’s recalcitrant mother. Then, exhausted, he’d been careless and so he had to fight would-be robbers and kill one of them. Now he had to start shaping the boy’s mind sooner than he expected, and he had to alter Ardin’s memories, which was difficult and often created… complications. It goes badly for anyone if their own thoughts have too many contradictions. Still, there wasn’t much choice. The boy was still awake; he he had to be for the control. As the magical energies flowed into his mind, he gave a startled jump. “Quiet,” said Zeles. “Relax.” Ardin shook his head. “Mama warned me,” he mumbled, his words slurring. “Relax.” “Mmmmmm,” moaned the boy. “Take a deep breath.” Ardin did. “Another.” Ardin did. “Now relax, Ardin. Feel your mind clear. Feel it empty of its thoughts. Open yourself to me.” Ardin looked up at him with wide eyes. “What… are… ya… doin…” But Zeles didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into the boy’s mind, using his magic like he did with his mother. But this was more gentle. Like with her, he felt the boundaries of the boy’s mind, the channels of thought, the crevices. He used their magic link to feel more deeply. He had to be careful. “Ardin,” he said, “relax. Open yourself to me.” No response. “Open.” The slightest shake of the head. “Open, Ardin. You must open. You can’t resist my words. You must obey.” Nothing. “Are you open to me, Ardin?” The boy’s mouth hung open. A little bit of drool escaped. Finally, he nodded. “Good boy,” said Zeles. “Good.” He dug in with his magic. At last he could feel the boy’s thoughts, his memories, his ideas. “Go blank, Ardin. No thoughts. Just open to me, to my magic.” “Yes, Master Tzell,” said the boy at last, submitting to the power of the magic. The wizard smiled as he felt the boy’s thoughts clear, his breathing steady. The boy was awake but in a deep trance now. He was open to Zeles’s control. “Now Ardin,” the wizard said. “I want you to think about what you felt today. On the horse. The thing which made you uncomfortable. Do you remember it?” Ardin nodded. “It was… um… it was the bad thing. That mama warned me about.” “Are you thinking about it?” Ardin nodded. Zeles felt the memory rise in the boy’s consciousness, a little blue cloud in a sea of emptiness. There in the boy’s mind, he surrounded the memory with his magic. Then, as the boy thought about it, he squeezed down with the magic, pressing on it. The memory got smaller, and smaller, and then… it was winked out. A nothingness took its place. “Ardin,” said Zeles, “I want you to think about the time on the horse I made you uncomfortable. Can you do that?” Ardin stared up blankly. His smooth forehead wrinkled. Then he shook his hand. “I don’t… remember…” he mumbled. “Good boy,” said Zeles. “That’s fine. Now, Ardin, I want you to think of every time your mama warned you about men who might hurt you, all right? Any time she told you about something in their pants, or your pants, or your boyhood, or their manhood…” Ardin nodded. “Think about it… mama warning me…” Zeles felt a thought rise up in the boy’s mind, and he snuffed it out. “Keep thinking of those times,” he said. Another thought, and another, each snuffed in turn. Two more. In total, he snuffed out seven thoughts. “Now Ardin,” said Zeles, “do you remember your mama warning you about men hurting you?” Ardin got that look on his face again. “No… Master Tzell… she never did!” “Good boy,” said Zeles. “Very good.” He hated altering memories. It was dangerous. If they didn’t fit, it could cause damage, and it was hard to make sure he really got all of them. He was being so gentle with the boy’s mind… he didn’t want to harm it at all. But he had to do what he did, or everything might have been ruined. The rest was easier. “Now Ardin,” said Zeles, “do you know how someone’s manhood might get big?” Ardin shook his head. “No… I don’t…” The wizard smiled at the child’s innocence. His mother’s warnings were all he’d known about it, and now he didn’t even have those. “Well,” said the wizard, “when someone’s manhood gets big, it means they like the other person. So if you see mine get big because of you, it means I like you. It makes you feel good when you see that. It makes you feel more grown up, and like you’re a handsome boy. You like it when my manhood gets big.” He paused. “Do you understand, Ardin?” “I… think so.” “Think about that,” said the wizard. “Think about how you like it when my manhood gets big.” A new thought, younger, and this time a belief instead of a memory, appeared in the boy’s mind. A nascent belief, small and weak, that the boy would like it when the Master Wizard’s cock grew in his pants. Zeles smiled. This was gentle. Nice. He reached into the boy’s mind with his magic. Reached in and let his magic flow into that nascent thought. He fed it energy like milk from a mother, and he strengthened it. The thought grew, and grew. He helped the thought grow out roots, implant itself in the boy’s mind. It became bigger, mature, established. It became, quite simply, a part of how Ardin thought, how he would always think. And just like that, the boy would like it whenever Zeles’ manhood grew. The wizard smiled. This would make training much easier. “Good,” he said when he was done. “Now, Ardin, empty your mind. Empty it completely.” The new thought moved off, implanting itself deep in the boy’s psyche. Zeles was exhausted, but there was one more thing. “Ardin,” he said, “do you like me?” “Yes…” said the young boy, softly. “Do you trust me?” The boy had no reason not to, once his memories had been removed. “Yes…” he said. “From now on, no matter what I do, you trust me. Now think about how you trust me, and how you like me.” Two thoughts emerged into the emptiness of the boy’s mind, and again Zeles fed them with magic, fed them and helped them grow, like plants that would spread their roots all through the boy’s mind. Zeles helped them establish themselves, to become more and more dominant. Soon, Ardin’s dual thoughts, of liking his master, and trusting him no matter what, grew. They grew large, grew powerful in the boy’s mind. Eventually, Zeles judged that they were well established and would shape the boy’s thoughts the way he wanted. He had the boy clear his mind, sending those thoughts back into his subconscious where they would stay. And while Zeles would have loved to keep going, he knew that he couldn’t. He was pushing it already. Let alone the memory deletions: too many changes too quickly, too abruptly, and the mind could break down, it could bring on madness. It needed time to adjust, adapt to its new reality. Other thoughts, thoughts without the benefit of magical strength, would weaken, adjust, alter to fit them, but it took time. He certainly didn’t want to hurt the boy, so he just sighed in acceptance. He did have one more memory to delete: the memory of this session. It was too much to try to make him accept it. So he deleted it, and then he told the boy to sleep until çankırı escort morning and that nothing should wake him, and at last, Ardin drifted off into peaceful sleep. Zeles had just enough energy to set a warning if the brigands came back, and then he too went to sleep, snuggling himself up against the boy. Ardin was so beautiful. * * * There was the barest brightness in the sky when Zeles awoke. Dawn was probably about an hour away. He was still tired, and could’ve gone back to sleep, but instead he gazed at the sleeping boy. Zeles himself had fallen asleep with his arm wrapped around Ardin’s smaller frame. The early morning twilight was a dim blue, and Ardin was beautiful in it. The boy was so warm, and so lovely. He slept easily, peacefully; his face was a contented blank. Zeles wondered if the child was dreaming, maybe of the heroics he’d have as a wizard. The wizard hoped they were sweet dreams. Gently, he rolled the boy onto his back. He ran a finger along those beautiful soft cheeks. He heard Ardin take in a small breath at the touch, and he smiled. He couldn’t help himself, not after that sound, and besides, Ardin was his apprentice. The wizard climbed up on top of the boy. He could feel the Ardin’s heat underneath him, the heat of a child’s metabolism, and he felt himself getting hard just at the touch. Ardin’s body, pressed underneath him, was a treasure hidden in rags. He loved just lying here on top of him, just feeling the boy underneath. But it wasn’t enough. With his fingers, Zeles pulled the boy’s mouth open. Zeles’ heart beat fast as he lowered his head, placed his lips against the boy’s, and began to kiss. The feeling was tremendous. Ardin was not Zeles’ first boy; not even close to it. But Ardin’s lips were special. The softness of the boy’s skin was accentuated by a certain puffiness that gave way under the pressure of Zeles’s own lips, and Ardin’s mouth was warm and wet. Zeles could feel the boy’s breath fall against his cheek as he explored Ardin’s mouth with his tongue. He dove deep, and couldn’t help himself as he let out a soft moan of pleasure, grinding his body into the sleeping boy. It has been too long, thought the wizard. And then he considered what the boy’s mother would think if she saw this. She’d think she’d been right the whole time. She hadn’t, of course. Not exactly. And then he kissed the boy again, holding the sleeping boy tight, their breath impacting on each other’s skin. Rising from the kiss, Zeles once more stroked the boy’s face. He could feel the need rising within him, a need that felt unfilled. Oh, there had been village boys, but they weren’t the same. Not like Ardin. Not a special boy like this. Gently, Zeles started to undress his new apprentice. Ardin slept serenely as the wizard removed his shirt. Once his torso was bare, Zeles ran his hand along the boy’s smooth belly, feeling its rise and fall with each breath. He ran his hand along the supple flesh; it was warm, alive, and full of youth. He could even feel the magic underneath, an elemental power that flowed through the child and made the touch even more electric. This was what he had missed, yes. This. Zeles lingered a little bit on the boy’s nipple, circling it slowly, rubbing his finger along it. The cool morning air brought goosebumps to the boy’s naked flesh, and Zeles loved the little bumps on smooth skin. The contrast where cool air met hot skin was intoxicating. He let his magic mix just a little with the boy, a small electric current between them. As the man rubbed against the tender young nipple, Ardin stirred softly, and let out a beautiful long moan. He arched his young back, ever so slightly, unconsciously pushing himself into his master’s touch. Zeles couldn’t believe the beauty in this boy, beauty in parallel with so much magical potential. How had the gods given this boy to him? Intoxicated, Zeles leaned down and breathed in deeply to smell the child. Ardin needed a bath, but that didn’t bother the wizard in the least. It just made the smell of boy that much more potent. He could smell the boy’s sweat. It smelled of Ardin’s energy and courage. He smelled the boy’s power, in young muscles, in magical energy, and in untapped sexual energy. Next came the boy’s pants. They were old and worn, and too short for him. Never again would Ardin want for pants that fit, thought the wizard. He lowered them over smooth, gentle thighs, then past the boy’s shapely calves, and finally out over his feet. Laying with his head on the boy’s chest, ear down to hear his heartbeat, the man slowly rubbed his hand back and forth along those lovely thighs. He felt the soft flesh give way under his fingers. After a moment, Zeles couldn’t quite hold himself back, and he crawled down and licked generously along those beautiful thighs. Once, twice, a third time, he ran his tongue along soft thighs and left a glistening trail of saliva that evaporated into the cool air. All that remained covering the boy was a cloth that served as underwear, and now the wizard removed that as well. Ardin was completely naked now, naked for Zeles. There in the cool morning air was a stunning little boy-dick. It was small. Perhaps it would get to three inches when hard? Maybe three and a half? Now it hung loose and tiny, with the boy’s balls just beneath. There was no sight of hair, just smooth skin all along the child’s body. Zeles reached down, placing a finger on either side, and feeling it. He gave it the tiniest stroke, and the boy’s hips moved ever so marginally. “Mmmmphh,” came the smallest moan, just under the boy’s breath. Zeles gave it another stroke, and was rewarded with another small moan. He saw the boy’s toes twitch softly. He could lose himself in this marvel of a child for hours, but he knew he didn’t have the time. He’d play a little, then dress him again and leave him to wake up. The boy, still in a magically-induced slumber, grunted as Zeles rolled his body over. His back side was just as beautiful as his front. Gently, Zeles separated the boy’s round, plump ass cheeks and laid eyes on an absolutely lovely pink hole. He couldn’t wait to use it, but that would wait. He wanted the boy to remember his first time. For now, he just ran his finger along it. Ardin stirred softly at the touch on his sensitive private region, then quieted. There wasn’t much time, but Zeles desperately wanted release. He lowered his pants, his own cock springing up, long, hard, and leaking. It was so large, and so crude, compared to the boy’s simple, growing instrument. Gently, Zeles picked the boy up and placed his naked body on top of his own, placing the boy’s legs to either side of Zeles’s dick, those lovely, soft thighs pressed up on either side. And, with that, he started to hump into the boy’s thighs. It felt magnificent, of course. Birds chirped in the early dawn light as Zeles humped up and down, gasping and moaning in pleasure. He reached up, running his hand along the boy’s own cock even as he humped forward. His own humping forced the boy’s body up and down, and thus the boy’s dick slid through his fingers, getting steadily harder until it was at its full length. (Indeed, a thin three and a half inches.) Fresh morning air filled the man’s lungs as he humped up and down, gasping, pleasure coursing through his body. A bit of magic held the boy’s legs together, ensuring a tight fit for his dick, and meanwhile he could hear the boy, still asleep, huffing with his own growing arousal. In the soft morning light, there was a bright blush to Ardin’s cheeks. Zeles sent a bit of energy into his hand, adding surges of feeling to the boy’s dick as he rubbed it. A few tiny flashes of light sparked between his hand and the boy, each accompanied by a soft crackling noise, each provoking a loud “uhhhhh!” from the child as powerful sensations flowed right into his most sensitive region and from there through his preteen body. Ardin’s hands trembled at the powerful sensations. Zeles felt himself surging toward orgasm, but he tried to hold it in. He wanted to cherish this moment, his first time with Ardin. But still, he sped up with his pleasuring of the boy. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” cried Ardin, with each stroke of his new master’s hand. And still he slept. Sleeping or no, the arousal was undeniable in the boy. He was humping his young hips into the air (which did still more to stimulate the wizard’s own dick with each motion), and the boy’s own cocklet twitched in Zeles’ hand. The unconscious boy was close. His body arched. His toes curled. Zeles desperately contained his own need for release. “Yaaaaaaaah!” came a high-pitched cry from the boy. Zeles could feel the boy’s back becoming sweaty, a warm sweat between their bodies; he felt along Ardin’s belly and felt sweat there too, but it was cold in the night air. “Uh! Uh!” The boy was shaking, and Zeles with him. Crackles still sounded between his hand and the child’s boyhood as he stimulated his apprentice. “Nnnnnnnnnn!” The boy would never have slept through this if not for the spell. Suddenly, Ardin arched his back upwards. His hips humped once, twice, three times; çayyolu escort and then, with a quiet little “ah!” and a kick of his smooth legs, he started to rock back and forth as the eleven-year-old apprentice had a powerful orgasm, right as he lay on top of his master. With that, Zeles finally let himself have his own release. The boy’s dick twitched madly in the wizard’s hand. He was a boy on the cusp of puberty, but not there yet. Zeles, on the other hand, was firmly through puberty and ropes of cum shot out from the dick nestled between the boy’s thighs. They landed on Ardin’s chest, and his belly; his dick and his thighs. Little puddles of milky white as the Master Wizard finally had his release. “Uhhhhhhhhh,” cried the man as it poured out. He finally let go of Ardin’s dick, and the boy quieted, through it all, still asleep. A little bit more cum oozed out of Zeles’ dick, but at last he was satisfied. And the boy? It had been a dry cum. Zeles couldn’t wait to guide little Ardin not just through his magical awakening, but his sexual awakening as well. He couldn’t wait to see how the boy developed. He was truly an amazing child. The morning light of the sun had grown, and Zeles decided to dress the boy. The fluid on him likely wouldn’t matter. So he put the boy’s ragged underwear-cloth back on, then pulled up the too-small pants, and then pulled on the shirt. There were wet spots, but he thought they would dry before the boy woke up. There was a bit of cum still on Zeles’ dick, and he wiped it up with his finger and deposited it between the sleeping boy’s lips. Ardin’s tongue darted out and licked it down. A wave of tiredness hit the wizard. Gently, he lay himself down next to the boy, this time avoiding any touch lest the boy wake to it. He closed his eyes, hoping for a little bit more sleep before their journey began again. There are adventures of many kinds, thought the wizard. He was excited for what this one would bring. * * * The sun was up in the sky when Zeles awoke again. Ardin was stretching himself, and Zeles took some time imagining what that body would have looked like naked when the boy moved his arms and legs so widely. “How did you sleep?” asked the wizard. “Great,” said Ardin, a bright smile on his face. “I had nice dreams, too.” “You doing ok after last night?” asked the wizard. “Yeah,” said the boy. “I… that guy was scary and all, but you just…” “I killed him,” said Zeles. The boy nodded solemnly. “He deserved it,” he answered. “You saved my life.” Zeles reached out and laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You’re my apprentice.” “Can you teach me? To protect myself and stuff?” Zeles nodded. “I will,” he said. He moved his hand up and ruffled the boy’s hair, and Ardin didn’t flinch. In fact, he smiled and bobbed his head endearingly. Any trace of his uneasiness with the wizard had been completely erased, just as Zeles intended. Once again, Ardin was a boy looking forward to their adventure together. An adventure that would, of course, take many forms. * * * After breakfast, the boy and the wizard were once again on the horse together. They were making good progress. Again, Zeles held the boy, making sure he didn’t fall, and he pulled the boy close. As always, Ardin’s warmth felt wonderful. Thinking of that morning, it didn’t take long before the wizard’s cock once again grew and hardened, and pressed against Ardin’s back. This time, though, the boy’s reaction was quite different. The boy felt it, and at first he moved away from the odd hardness. But he didn’t know what it was, and he turned, curious to see just what was poking him. When he saw that it was in Zeles’s pants, he blushed and quickly turned back ground. With an awkward grin, he tried to pretend that he’d never looked in the first place. But Zeles was watching the boy. For a moment Ardin seemed indecisive, but then there was a blush in his cheeks. He sat taller. And a moment later, Zeles felt his young apprentice scoot backwards, pressing himself right into the wizard’s erection. It pulsed into the boy’s back. Ardin scooted back further, pressing harder. The eleven-year-old let out a contented sigh. In his mind, just as Zeles had directed, the erection was a sign of his master’s approval. It made Ardin comfortable. He smiled and sat taller, and was comforted by the wizard’s arousal. Zeles smiled. “You’re a good boy, Ardin,” he said. Ardin smiled back, his cheeks still blushing red. * * * They rode for hours. Together, they practiced magic. Ardin wouldn’t be able to use his own magic for several days at least, maybe a few weeks, but when he joined with Zeles, he could start to control it. He practiced his Wizard’s Sight. He learned to create light. When they stopped for lunch, Zeles had Ardin climb on his lap as they merged their magic, and Ardin was able to create a soft breeze. Ardin smiled and laughed in the bright sun. The breeze ran through his unruly brown hair, which had already been a messy tangle; little offshoots hung in every which direction, and the messiness just kept getting rearranged by the wind. Each time he managed some bit of magic, he laughed anew. “I’ll really be able to do this on my own?” he said. “All this and more,” confirmed Zeles. “I can hardly wait to show mama,” he said, “and Mardo!” Zeles nodded. “They’re going to be really amazed.” Ardin nodded. His face turned a bit softer for a moment. “You live really far away,” he said. “I do,” said Zeles. He gave Ardin a small rub on his thigh. “I came a long way for you.” “When d’you think… um,” he said, pausing a moment. “When d’you think I’ll see them again?” Zeles’ heart sank. Even if he wanted to, this was something his magic couldn’t change. Family was deeply entwined in someone’s psyche. He couldn’t mess with Ardin’s connection to his mother, or his younger brother. “It might be a while,” he said honestly. Ardin nodded. He kept practicing his magic, but his smile faded a bit. Zeles sighed, wishing he could offer more comfort. * * * Eventually, they came to the city of Crezia. It was a walled city, and one of the few places in all of Angoria that was still at least somewhat prosperous. Largely, that was because of the thriving craftsmen; those with means bought their fine goods here. It was a perfect place to get some better clothing for young Ardin. As they approached the city, Ardin marveled at the walls. “Wooooow,” he said. “It’s quite a sight. Have you ever been out this way?” “I never left Raza,” he replied. The village he grew up in. “Then you’re in for a treat.” Zeles rubbed the boy’s shoulder, and Ardin smiled up at him. He scooted backwards, again into the wizard’s erection. “Master Tzell,” greeted a guard at the gate when they came up. Ardin looked at Zeles. “They know me here,” confirmed the wizard. Then he turned to the guard. “Greetings! How are you this fine afternoon?” “Well enough,” answered the guard. “And who’s this?” he asked, eyeing the bedraggled boy. “My new apprentice.” “Well then,” said the guard. “You are a lucky boy. Being a wizard is a fine way to live.” “I know!” squeaked Ardin. There were villagers who patrolled where he lived, but he’d never seen someone in any form of… of armor! The guard smiled. “Maybe you can test my son,” he suggested to Zeles. “With the way things are going, he’d be a lot better off with your powers.” Zeles smiled. “I’d be happy to look him over,” he said with a smile. “But I’m afraid the gift is quite rare.” He paused a moment and looked the guard over, judging how the boy might look. The guard had bronzed skin and a nice face, which bode well for his boy. “How old is your son?” the wizard asked. “Twelve,” answered the guard. “Well,” said Zeles, “send him to the Wild Nectar Inn in a few hours. Maybe I can put him through his paces.” The guard smiled widely. “Thank you.” “You should know, very very few have the power,” said Zeles. “Well,” replied the guard, “I’m sure he’ll enjoy meeting a wizard either way.” “I look forward to it,” said Zeles, and they moved forward. “Will there be another apprentice?” asked Ardin. He seemed… a bit saddened at the thought. “No, my boy,” said Zeles, cupping his shoulder. “Magic is rare. But it’s a favor and I’ll have a good time.” Ardin nodded. He seemed relieved, and pressed himself back against Zeles. Looking around, he couldn’t help marveling at the tall buildings (some were even three stories high, or more!). And so many people. And so much nice clothing, he felt awkward in his worn and dirty clothes. The boy had never been anywhere like this before, and he struggled to take it all in. Zeles smiled at the boy. Ardin’s mouth was agape at it all, and, seeking comfort, he kept pressing back against Zeles, pressing back into his erection. TO BE CONTINUED! Stay tuned for Chapter 3, where we see a bit moe of what joy Zeles can bring! You are welcome to distribute this story so long as you leave it unchanged and it contains all of the surrounding text, including this text. It is intended to be distributed freely; please do not charge for it. I welcome your comments, feedback, ideas, and friendship. You can reach me by e-mail at ail. 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