Below is a work of complete fiction, totally made up and should it be similar to anyone or thing it has happened without my knowing and thus I have no responiblity. If it is similar to anyone or thing or experience I would love to know. If this is not legal or you are under the legal age for this type of story, please do not read. In one disclaimer I have just described the sad state of this world.
Any comments please email jgee@coventry.ac.uk untill the end of June 2000, or my hotmail lacjg at whatever it is. This is my second attempt and a conclusion to a dream.
Boy of Magic
Kay's mind wandered as it often did. The valley was very different to the Tower, perhaps it was because it was summer, the latest span of warm weather, laughter from the villagers. The Tower was always a place of winter, well he had found some summer there, but it had been removed by storm clouds. The storm was a political one Kay had come to understand, well as much as he could for a boy of thirteen summers. Red had told him very little, only that his old master Barwin was not much liked by the council and the way he had been introduced to magic was not the right way.
The thought of magic pulled him back to reality. With a little concentration the magic formed around him and he spoke the required words to focus it. Before him a flame burst to life within the wood fire of the kitchen. Magic to Kay was like pulling over a warm blanket to be safe in. He had been taught just two basic spells. The first how to put out fire, the other to light a flame. Red had decided long ago that the best apprentices were the ones that could work, and so Kay's next spell to learn was how to cook something by magic. Red was so named because of his bright red rode, which in itself was impossible in a world that brown was considered clean. It had to be magic, but the red wizard was also named because of his large size, rosy checks and instant temper.
It was very different, the months of a warm bed and numbers of people had faded the memory of cold nights and loneliness. Red had nothing to do with strictness, in fact Kay had to remind him of what needed doing. Red was as opposite as he could be to Barwin, he enjoyed wine and company, this meaning young woman and as much beer he could get. Kay had expected another Tower that winter's day, but found instead the village of Edgewick and a large cottage just outside it. Red employed many maids to serve him, but none of them would stay late to cook. Kay enjoyed them mothering him, missing what he never had.
He did miss the pool, a cold nearby river served as his bath, but with summer weather it was not too bad. Kay hung a pot of water above the fire and turned his attention to the food on the great table that dominated the room. It was a lot of food, Red's first aim in fact was to fatten Kay up a bit who was a bit on the wiry side. The eldest maid on the day he arrived had decided to call him her little Raven, with his black mop of hair and sharp jaw line. Kay wondered why not a hawk or even an eagle as they were grander birds, but she said his eyes were too round.
It was approaching sunset and the candles began to light themselves about the room. In the end Kay had decided Edgewick would do for now, but soon with a bit of magic he wanted to see the world and perhaps even the edge of it.
Kay's room was small and cosy with nothing more than he had come to expect. A solid wooden bed and a wardrobe with no use except to hang Kay's robe. Pulling off the robe the boy revealed his almost hairless body, a few black hairs just began to show around a the base of his dick, but still simply beautiful. Night had finally closed in and nothing could be heard. Kay laid on his side, the blanket pushed back to his waist to expose his skin to the motionless air. All day his mind had returned to Barwin. The tower was cold and dirty and lots of other things, but he hadn't wanted to leave, he had to. A smiled crept across the almost asleep face at the thought of Barwin's lips kissing gently the end of his firm cock. Still for a moment in thought, Kay suddenly turned over to lie of his back, kicking the blanket to one side. He no longer wore the loincloth, it had become to small. He could not be bothered to get more cloth for another, in fact he preferred to be without it. The movement of air blew across his now exposed legs and groin and felt soothing. Kay slowly moved his hand across to stroke his dick, as he approached it he could feel its heat. Already the sheets under his body were dampened by the boy's sweat brought on by the heat of the night. His dick thickened at the first touch and quickly Kay wrapped his hand around it. The slight layer of sweat between his buttocks tingled his skin as he tensed his ass pushing his pelvis forward. Fully erect, Kay began to thrust his dick into his hand, then he change tack, and tightened his hand to grip hard to it. His efforts had made him redder in the face, sweat began to pour of his forehead, and trickles beaded their way between his raised buttocks. He had learned to delay himself coming, pre cum started to cover his hand and lubricated his strokes, which he slowed to calm himself. The boy moaned softly as he traced his index finger around the developing head of his dick. Using the sticky pre cum his finger rubbed around the penis tip and then he pushed it in to touch the sensitive spot inside. Raising his knees up to gain some grip of the bed, he griped tightly to his dick once more, it was building up inside him. Higher pitched moaning now as his hand raced up and down his cock which thrusted forward to met his hand. His eyes were closed allowing his senses to feel every pleasure.
"Master Red, Master Red come quickly!" A voice suddenly cried out from outside. Kay froze There was a number of voices, something urgent was up. His dick begged him to continue, his hand held on tight, but his mind was winning. Jumping up the naked boy rushed from his bed, wiping his hands on the sheet as he moved. The robe was throw on in a second as Red's voice bellowed for him. Red was in the kitchen with a crowd of villagers around the table.
"I'm here, sir." Kay announced and the wizard turned to him.
"Get me my staff, boy and then attend him." He instructed. Red turned back to the crowd, their conversation made no sense to Kay, but it involved some strong words. Before running for the staff, Kay suddenly glimpse side of the person's head who was laying on the table. It was familiar to him, his ear was pointed, elven.
"Jack!" He realised and pushed through a man to get to his friend, "Jack!" The elf looked bad, his blood stained face was stressed with pain, and absent of that normal grin. His rode was torn in places and mud covered. Kay was to his side.
"Kay," He uttered, "it hurts."
"Boy my staff!" Red ordered. And Kay's legs moved him away.
When he returned everyone but Jack and Red had gone. The wizard had become angry with them and they saw his point of view. Kay learned later the crowd were not ever keen on the elf, a history between humans and elves Kay avoided knowing. Kay passed the tall long staff to his master and instantly turned back to his friend.
"Clean his wounds and help him to bed, prepare some food as well young Kay." Red told him, "I will be gone for two days, any longer than that tell the council."
"What's happened?" Kay asked deeply concerned.
"Barwin needs a little help that's all, Evil is causing a few problems. You will call the council if I am not back." Kay nodded. "Good, it will be fine young Kay, and I fear our Jack will be up soon to cause me trouble." Red heaved himself up and headed out. Alone Kay moved his face close to Jack to look closer at him.
"It's me, Kay, can you get up?" He half whispered
"I feel sore..." Jack muttered
"You don't look to good ether." Kay's bedside manner was to be truthful, very truthful.
"I smell a human with a big dick." Jack giggled, but started coughing. Kay went red.
"Elves have good nose's do they?"
"It's hard to miss, Red should of noticed." Kay widen his eyes a little alarmed, he had become very private about what he did. He even bathe alone not wanting anyone to see him. Since Barwin had tasted him then forced him to leave, he didn't know why but could not feel comfortable about being naked with others. Not that he had any friends to bathe with, others his age avoided him as he was magical.
"Shut up, lets move you."
It had taken time, but Kay helped his friend across the kitchen to his bedroom. There was in fact two spare rooms, but full of books and bottles. Red knew as little as Kay about them. With a struggle and much pain together they pulled off Jack's ripped rode.
"What happened?" Kay urged, throwing the robe to one side. Jack now stood half naked in the middle of the room, Kay was able to see the whip like cuts over his back and arms.
"I don't know, Barwin shouted they were coming and ordered me to leave." Jack coughed. Kay guided him across to his bed, which the elf collapsed into .
"I'll get something to treat the cuts." Kay said getting up.
"It was dark, I run out and they tried to grab me." Jack added. The events now caught up with the elf and suddenly he was asleep. Kay went for some cloth and lotion to clean Jack. Kay's skill of healing was not as good as a woman's but his hunter knowledge served him better than most. Taken a long time, the boy wiped clean the blood on his friend's chest and face. He was pleased in a way that Jack slept as it would of been painful to him. To the deeper wounds he rubbed healing herbs and tried to bandage them as best he could. He wondered about removing Jack bragga, but told himself it would disturb him and he could not do that. Only once he climbed into the other side of the bed did his mind flash up the thought that Barwin was in trouble. Kay had yet to see evil, its monsters, but knew there must be good reason why it or who was not ever discussed, at least with him.
Morning was early for Kay, Jacks disturbed sleep kept him awake. The maids failed to arrived, but Kay didn't notice. His concern was for Jack. He knew what fever was, he knew there was little he could do until it broke. Keeping him cool was the hard part in the summer's heat it was worst. Endless trips for cold water to bathe the wounds and cold the elf's sweating face. His own robe was hot and sticky, his plans to replace it for the summer with a shirt and bragga returned with earnest.
Kay ran out of ideas and patience just pass midday and didn't look to well himself. The villagers eyed him with suspicion which was unlike them as he entered the small market square. He needed advice, medicine, but after shopping around he found little of use. Laughter met him as he was about to leave. To one corner of a small poorly built cottage, two boys in simple plain brown tunics watched him.
"Why don't you cast a spell, isn't that what you do." The oldest jeered. Kay suddenly wondered why Red would live so close to a place that appeared so against magic, but then Red wasn't here and he was on his own.
"That's right, cure the elf that way if you can." Said the other
"My father says elves carry disease." The first commented to the other, loud enough for Kay's ears. Kay's inner rage could of burned them to a crisp right there, but he was needed back by Jack's side. He started walking pass.
"Dumb apprentices, they're all the same." Kay fell for the bait.
"If I had the time I would waste my magic on you, I would have your clothes pin you to the ground while I call for a cloud of bees to sting every inch of your skin. Or have the ground swallow you up for a thousand winters, or just turn you forever into pigs to be hunted for in the forest." Both boys started giggling, as Kay stared hard at them. Slowly his fists griped tightly by his sides, his body tensed. He would show them, he had only one spell, a simple flame to light dumb fires but it would work to scared them. The magic came without a thought, already the blue glow surrounded him, it was the brightest he had known it.
"Look out Dus," The oldest continued laughing, "I think we upset him." The words formed the magic. The flame lit up in his mind Then it was cast, but it was wrong. Kay opened his eyes to see both boy trying desperately to put out the flames igniting on their clothing. Kay had only wanted to scare them, a brief spark around their sandals, nothing more. He watched in horror as the flames kept coming back. A woman screamed behind him, the scared apprentice stood there, he didn't understand. The spell was for a single flame, it couldn't be anymore than that! Cries of the boys created a gathering, none of them noticed him. A man, a farmer started to pull of the oldest boys tunic. Quickly the other got the idea and their clothes were soon on the floor and burning to ash. Some tried to stamp out the flames, but they kept returning. Both boys stood their humiliated in their naked states, before being rushed into the nearest building.
It was a chilled breathe, a colour of silver and the glint within every eye, a silence settled around him. Kay drew together his senses, a deep breath and he took a step. No one shouted, came towards him. He had in a moment become Barwin, they feared him as he had feared the sorcerer. He fled, knowing he was not ever welcome back again.
Jack had fallen out of the bed Kay found when he reached the house. It had become worst and now he was conscious, but seemed somewhere else. This wasn't a normal fever, he was fine to talk before. He dithered unsure what to do next, a sense of urgently reached him.
"Jack what's happening." Kay softly spoke to himself more than to Jack. The problem was the elf was not making sense, it was his native tongue. The magic is not always where you expect, Barwin had once said Kay suddenly thought. The candle in his first lesson flashed back to him. Jack's moans increased, it was like he was fighting something. Kay dropped to his knees to stop him rolling on the floor. Then looked for the magic. Nothing, it was a silly idea, his friend was ill and he was, wait, something faint. A slight glow, patches on his legs. He suddenly realised he had been so stupid and went about pulling off Jack bragga. As he peeled off the leggings sore gashes could be seen, but no blood had come through the material. Somehow magic lined the wounds, like poison off a blade. Kay knew next he had to get him off the floor and back into the bed. A potion of luck came Kay's way as the elf was light, and the bed was low. A pause and he reached for the cloth to wipe the wounds, seeing the magic slowly cleared away. Jack still moved around a bit, and Kay was still concerned. Finished the boy stood and looked down on the elf. The deeply bruised and cut figure was still in pain, Kay cursed himself for not checking sooner. Afraid of seeing his friend naked before him perhaps, he didn't understand. He push it all aside, judging that now wasn't the time.
Desperation had returned, his own mind was against him as he flicked through the pages of the book. Most he didn't understand, his skill of reading so poor to understand normal writings and now he was trying to understand everything from runes to strange languages. Thoughts of Jack, Barwin, what he did to the boys of the village and even what Red was now doing attacked him. Red was tidy, more to have room for his woman that self nature, but now papers and books were scattered about the boy. He was a boy, that was the truth, a simple hunter's son who had suddenly found himself in a world beyond the forest. No longer was there deer, pigs, trees, starlight or home. No family to talk to, no brothers to fight with, no boundary wall to guide him, there wasn't any fish to bit his toes in the lake, no old man to scare him with stories of heroes and danger and monsters and darkness. It was now true, the monsters surrounded him and he was no hero, he wanted more and less, he wanted home. Kay dropped his head and began crying, large tears flooded his face and dropped onto the book. It was unfair, he wished he wasn't there, wished he hadn't seen the Barwin as a cat or instead threw rocks at it.
Red shock his head at the scene before him, the forest burned lighting the sky red as blood. The dead were before him, but he didn't look at them. He had only one concern. The figure was dressed in his normal black, he was slumped against a short staff that had been driven into the bare soil. Red approached from behind and reached out to take the staff. The figure fell forward, Red looked away not caring to see the killers work. Staff in hand he walked away.
Finally Kay took control again, night was again closing in. Candles popped to life about the room, including one on the desk. Kay took his face from out of the book, smudges of ink had imprinted on his skin. His stared at the candle, its light reflected brightly in his glazed eyes. Then he reached out and with his fingers eliminated the flame, he was just slow enough that for a second it burned his skin. The book was pushed aside and another opened. It was midnight when at last he found what he wanted, but wasn't sure. It would be a risk, to him and Jack. Book in hand he rushed back to his room. The three candles and the fire gave enough light to see the words before him. Kay had no choice he had decided, the magic was in his friends system, without Red he was on his own and Jack would be gone before Red returned. He sounded out the words slowly, a new spell needed practice, a master to teach him the pronunciation, what to be aware of as potential side effects. A panic attack seized him for a moment, but taking deep breaths he concentrated. Closing his eyes, he looked for the magic, but it wasn't there. He could see it, but it was at a distance, confused he thought back to when he was with Barwin, the moment, the pleasure before the moment. A second and the magic was once again with him, he resolved that he was panicking to much. Be calm. Then the words came, anxiousness had fixed them to his mind, the spell would work, it would purify the blood as it was entitled to do.
Finished he opened his eyes, the blue glow wrapped itself around the elf, it encircled him then took hold. Jack cried out in pain as the magic set to work, his body jerked several times, before again he cried out. Kay shock in fear, had he got it wrong again.
"Jack!" He yelled, moving across to hold the shaking figure, "Jack, JACK, don't die!" Then the elf stopped. Tears trickled down Kay's face as he look at the elf, the blue glow faded and Jack laid there once again asleep. Then too Kay collapsed.
Fire surrounded him, passed through him, the smoke wrapped itself around his face, filled his nostrils, stung his eyes, but he couldn't shut them. He walked on nothing, he wore nothing, the world spun around. A voice, a whisper but a shout, its breathe was louder than the words, forced to listen. "Come boy." It called him. Images danced in the flames, eyes watched him. The smoke cleared, but a darkness remained before him. Flames crawled up his body, intense pain, intense pleasure a feeling of desire he had never before felt. "Feel me." Said the voice. The boy struggled, the flames reached his groin.
"NO." Kay screamed, leaping up from the bed. Red hurriedly pushed the bedroom door aside and rushed in. The boy was half out the bed, he looked panicked, in shock.
"What's the matter young Kay." Kay took a moment to realise he was in his room, half standing with the blanket just covering his lower half. He ached all over, his robe had vanished and he then found Jack had gone.
"Jack?" He asked looking at Red. Red smiled and relaxed.
"Fine thanks to you, but we need to have a good talk about things." Kay sat back, more relaxed, a great weight had been lifted.
"Good." He whispered.
"But I have some bad news," Red's voice dropped low. Kay looked back at him intensely, "Barwin is dead." A silence followed, and Red quietly left Kay alone. The boy couldn't believe it, it wasn't true he tried to believe, but he knew. He dropped back onto the bed, onto the sweat damp covered sheets. His hands reached for his face to hold back the tears.
Kay finally entered the kitchen where Jack sat by the table wearing his robe, he still looked bad, he had no colour, but better than last night by a hundred times. Kay had made do with a blanket around himself and went to sit by his friend. No one said anything for a while, until Red broke the silence with a duty to perform.
"Well, you might not want it now, but its normal practice for a staff to be handed down to a sorcerer's apprentice, when he." He stopped to skip the word, "I think even thought Jack was his official apprentice, you should have it." Kay recognised it at once, the staff he had chosen to be magic, even when it was not in his first magic lesson. Now it was, Kay only had to slightly look and it glowed brightly. But it hadn't been enough to save Barwin. Kay didn't know what to say, what could be said.
"It's not right." Said his voice, a weak sound.
"I know, look I will go to the village and see about getting you both some more clothes." Informed Red. Demons, woman he could handle, but grief was not him, even if the one who had died was a close friend. "I will leave you to yourselves a moment, I'm sorry." Besides he couldn't let sadness weaken him. Alone Jack turned to Kay
"You all right?" He asked stupidly.
"What do you think." Kay snapped. Jack's elven face dropped.
"Did you love him?" What a strange question Kay was about to reply, but didn't. He did not want to leave, he wanted more, there was something unsaid between them and now he could never go back. Kay knew the village had gone to even without Red telling him. There was nothing. When he had been told the way to the magic was to make love, it was woman he had thought of. But what had Barwin done for him, he had made love to him, taken his dick into his mouth and changed him forever, but Kay would never know what the sorcerer thought about him.
"I don't know." Kay lied and Jack knew it. Yes he did, he didn't understand much about it and didn't care that Barwin never shown a single feeling toward him, but he did.
"Thank you by the way." Jack changed the subject, at least in words.
"I didn't do anything."
"You saved me!" Jack exclaimed
"I almost killed you!" Interrupted Kay, his voice no longer a whisper. With that they were again silent.
Kay wanted to get away and did so as soon as Red got back. Red was left alone with Jack who despite being tried felt he should remain.
"You're concerned about something." Jack finally pointed out, his elven senses picking up on a feeling beyond what had happened. Red stirred the pot on the fire deep in thought. He needed a drink, not this soup but knew he needed all his senses at that moment.
"Nothing just something that happened in the village, which means you had not go there for a while."
"I have never been welcome sir." The elf replied, pointing at his ears. The tone of elven joy was slowly returning to his voice. "What's Kay done now?" However Red waved the subject aside. The elf watched him pour himself soup and sit the other-side of the table, but he didn't touch the soup, he stared at it.
"Jack," His voice was extremely serious, he suddenly realised something, get me the book Kay used to cure you." Jack pushed his chair back and quickly went for the book. He returned with book I hand, but also had a look of confusion.
"This was on the floor, but.."
"But it has nothing written in it, I know." Red interrupted and then explained. "I have yet to write any spells in it, I haven't finished filling my other one." For an elf, Jack looked as shocked as he could get, he placed the book before Red.
"How then?" He asked
"Kay needed a spell, a cure that could remove all the magic poison from your body, to counteract the magic, to reverse the damage which had already done to much. I have no such spell."
"You thought I would die when you left?" Jack accused. Red at once saw where such a path of thought could lead and told the boy by the arms to reassure him.
"No, I thought you would be fine, I didn't think it had got as far as it had..." Red's voice dropped a little, "and besides you are an elf, your kind have much luck on there side."
"So Kay saved me, how?" Jack pushed onwards.
"Magic has chosen him, I must admit I have not seen this happen before." The elf pulled a face, he wanted to be told it quickly, not some long story. "He is going to be a Mage, a powerful one as well. You see Mage's deal directly with the Magic, they don't need spells to focus it."
"What, Kay just used pure magic on me, without any spell or anything?" Red nodded.
"The Magic has chosen him, it can be used by many, but only be controlled by a few. It is a force with its on mind, and sometimes it is happy to be take over by other minds." Jack couldn't remember much about the night before, it had been painful, no wonder with pure magic hitting him. But there was more, Red was concerned still about something.
"You might as well tell me the rest, he's my best friend." Jack urged once more. Normally it was his nature to wait for people to talk to him, he was a listener, but this time he had to help, he owed Kay. Red glanced at him for the first time that afternoon.
"OK," He began, letting out a breath, "He inflamed two boys from the village yesterday with magic, I don't know if it was an accident or not."
"An accident I'm sure." Jack was quick to response. Red shrugged. Jack pulled himself away from Red's hands.
"Maybe he wanted to teach them a lesson, but magic must not be used that way, it is the path of evil." Jack said nothing until he was almost out of the room.
"I'm going back to bed for a while, I still feel awful." And left.
Kay headed to the river, he hated it but needed to be clean. At least he needed to rub something away, the confusion, pain, death. He threw the bragga and shirt Red had given him to one side and plunged straight into the deepest part of the river. Under the water the naked boy made no effort to swim back up. The shock of the cold water felt wonderful. Soon he had no choice, he had to swim up. On top he gasped for breathe as the afternoon sun warmed his face. On the bank he laid out his clothes to laid on so he would not get dirty again. It was a slow flowing river, relaxing. The village was situated to west side of it further up. This was Kay's favourite spot, just a little way into the woods, isolated from the rest. Soon he was asleep, the events of the last few days still to recover from.
Smoke, but not flames, that burnt smell. His bare feet walked on ash that broke between his toes. He could see, he was walking towards a blue light. "Hate me more." The voice returned, Kay couldn't answer. "Good boy." It continued. Hands of smoke formed and began stroking his chest, pulling his hair and scratching his back. He was screaming but there was no sound, the hands took hold, each leg and arm was pinned down. He struggled against it, then found he wasn't alone, hundreds of bodies surrounded him, as the smoke cleared, thousands. The battlefield was forever in every direction, cries of war, the sound of death. A corpse turned over to look at him.
"BARWIN." Kay shouted, then found ropes held him back. His eyes were open, but it was dark, he couldn't see a thing. Then he realised, he was blindfolded, some foul smelling rag had been tied around his head. Kay could feel ropes had been pulled across his bare chest and were pinning his arms as well. He was standing against a tree, its rough bark cut into his shoulders, butt and legs. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, at least it couldn't reach his eyes stopped by the blindfold. Kay then realised something else had resulted from his nightmare, his erect dick stood out for whoever had done this to see. It did not have long to find out.
"Awake then, you elf lovers are really deep sleepers." Stated the village boy. In a sense Kay was relieved, it wasn't whatever was in his dream, but then worried. The boys from the village and he could guess what they wanted, revenge.
"Let me go." The apprentice demanded, but guessed it wasn't going to achieve anything.
"Why you can't hurt us, wizards have to see to cast spells." The younger boy gloated confidently.
"Shut up Dus!" The older brother snapped. "Now we teach him a lesson." Even through the blindfold, Kay could see the light coming towards him, it was hot, a torch. He struggled to loosen the ropes, but they were very tight. The flames of the torch were getting hotter as the village boy moved closer with it.
"You can't, don't." Kay's voice panicked, his body tensed against the heat.
"What you mean you can burn like us?" The boy pointed out sarcastically. "Well I have marks all along my arm because of you, so you can have the same."
"NO," Kay cried, "it was an accident, I didn't mean..." Kay interrupted himself with a cry of pain as the torch was placed close to his arm, the heat built up until it was unbearable.
"Let me have a go." The other demanded. Suddenly the torch was moved away. Sweat poured off Kay's head soaking the blindfold, from his body it raced down his legs.
"Please believe me!" Kay managed to get out before the torch moved in again. This time the other arm was subjected. While the torch moved closer, the older boy got down and moved Kay's legs further apart.
"Dus move it here, under his dick."
"Ok, will it make it stand out more?" The torch was placed between Kay's legs, in the moment it took for the heat to reach him, Kay started begging for them to stop. Suddenly it began to hurt, then started to kill. His body tried to struggle from the ropes, get away from the flames. They cut into him as he tried to push himself up. Dus was laughing, but it was a nervous laugh.
"Need some help?" The older boy asked, still confident. Kay felt he hand suddenly wrap itself around his dick and began yanking it up and down.
"Please stop!" Kay yelled again. The torch was pulled away and a second later he heard a splash. The older boy's hand let go and Kay was left breathing heavily.
"What you do that for?" The older boy shouted at his brother.
"I didn't like it anymore, you said we weren't going to hurt him bad." Dus fought back. Silence. Kay calmed a little, the sweat socked rag stung his eyes a bit, a cold air eased the burning sensation across his groin. His dick was throbbing, the older boy had rubbed it quite hard, it could feel that cum had begun to fill it.
"Alright, but one more thing." Said the older boy finally. Kay knew that they both came close to him again.
"I'm sorry." Kay pleaded. Nether answered, Kay could heard them move to ether side of him, then from one side hot pee began to spray over his legs and moved up to his stomach. Then the other started, it hit against his dick and then the other side of his leg. Quickly they finished. Kay stood exhausted against the tree, sore and wet.
"Come on lets go." The older boy pulled up his bragga and headed down the bank.
"Sorry." Whispered the younger brother and followed. Kay had no tears left, his pain over he could only stand there and curse the day his father pushed him towards the sorcerer, they all deserved to die.
"THEY ALL DESERVED IT, YOU HEAR ME!"
Jack couldn't believe the sight before him. He had finally been sent out to find Kay, it must of gone midnight. Strangely he was not tired, the evening nap had given him the much needed energy.
"Kay it's me."
"Go away." Kay muttered. Jack untied the blindfold, he relieved the hot sticky face of a very lonely boy.
"What happened."
"You know what happened!" The elf did, his noise picked up the smell of urine over Kay's body now a lot colder with the night's air.
"Red told me, how did you hurt them."
"The candle spell, it went wrong," He whispered, then added, "I wish it had hurt them."
"You don't mean that!" Seeked Jack. Kay was quiet. "Come on lets get you down." With a bit of work Kay was freed from the tree, as soon as he was Kay stepped over to the river and in up almost to his waist. While he washed Jack hunted around for his clothes, but they had gone. Kay wasn't surprised, he shivered a bit but refused the elf's offer of his new tunic on the way back. Red was missing back at the cottage. Kay had not said anything to Jack all the way back. The Elf respected that, he understood all about humiliation being an elf in a human part of the world
"I don't want you share my bed." Kay stated once inside. With that he went to his room, closing the door. Jack shrugged it off, but was a little hurt. He headed to a spare room, under the books and paper he knew there was once a bed.
Days flowed past. Kay was no longer innocent, happy and boy with hope and dreams, but moodily and depressed. He didn't care and Red did not know what to do. He had decided not to tell Kay of his power, his great gift and potential, in his state it was to much a danger. Kay avoided both him and Jack whenever possible. A lesson of magic Red hoped would help. He stood versing Jack in the words while Kay looked on. The spell was to move an object, a simple spell at first, but very powerful. An apple had been centred on the table, of course it could be a rock to slam into your enemies chest. The blue glow flowed from Jack, the apple began spinning and then slowly lifted from the table.
"Good." Red encouraged Kay didn't pay it any attention.
"I can see it, but it wants to move." Said the strained voice of the elf.
"Relax, it always wants to move away from you." Suddenly the apple split into many segments and shot across the room, most hitting the floor, one hit the pot on the fire with a gong. A stunned Jack was treated to a roar of laughter from his master.
"Well I will know who to come to when I want my food cut." He bellowed, back to the wizard he was known to be. "Now Kay, are you ready." Kay didn't want to, but Red's eyes gave him no choice. He straightened himself and looked over to the replacement apple Red placed before him. Red passed the book to him, together they ran through the words and Kay was ready. Jack and Red waited, both watching the apple.
"Well, come on young Kay, lift." Kay couldn't find it, back and forth he searched his mind for the blue glow. Jack glanced his way, then nudged Red. Kay stood there trembling. Again he searched.
"I can't see it." He stuttered.
"Take your time," Red said automatically, he knew, "Go back to the moment, feeling or whatever it was that found the magic." As directed, Kay's mind jumped back, his first time, the touch of his dick. Before was the sea of darkness, the glow ahead and Barwin, but it wasn't him, a cloaked figure. It pulled back its cloak, blood poured down his face, his eyes were black, skin began to melt. It was Barwin! Kay suddenly gasped.
"Kay!" Jack's voice snapped him back. He slowly looked at them and they awaited an answer from the son of a hunter. He had none.
The battlefield returned, it was quiet now. "So you will be mind." Said the voice. Kay stepped over the dead at his feet. The ground under him faded, the sunset sky and dead followed. Kay paused, but went on, before him a mirror. Closer he saw its reflection, himself. "Come." It spoke. Barwin reached out from the glass and took the naked boy's hand.
Kay had a sleepless night. Nothing more had been said. Because of the death of Barwin, he could not longer use magic. They lied, the sorcerer was calling him. He dropped out of the window lightly, it was dawn. Quickly he skipped over to the stable. He had to leave and something urged him towards the tower, a feeling he had to obey. A few minutes later he galloped out and headed to the hills. The dark shadow of the Tower was before him. Jack hidden by a tree watched him go and headed to the stable.
It took a day to reach the Tower, Kay jumped off the horse once he got to the small courtyard. The horse began to wander where it wished. Before Kay the Tower looked down on him, this is where it had all started.
"Come." Called the voice from the shadows. Kay stepped slowly forward. The Tower was a ruin, its stone black, the wood was ash. Into the kitchen, nothing had remained. The voice floated down the steps and one step at a time the boy headed towards it.
Jack had tried to stay with Kay, but his mount was not as keen. He had known something was wrong, more than Barwin's death, more than the loss of magic. The fact that Kay was a potential Mage had put him off the scent, but now he knew. Evil, it was the same feeling he had when it was trying to get him and his friend needed his help.
Kay stopped by what used to be his room. A cold air blew in from the gapping hole that was the wall.
"Come boy." A warm feeling stirred within him, a red tinted blue glow surrounded him and pulled him forward. Kay walked on.
It had taken hours of galloping, then resting to get this far. Only now when the Tower stood ahead did he wonder if he was strong enough. He should of got Red he realised, but was not going to turn back. He had escaped before, an Elf has the luck to do it again, he hoped.
Before the door, Kay stopped. He pulled off his robe and dropped it to one side. The blue glow, picked it up and throw it the rest of the way down the stone steps before returning to embrace the boys naked form. The door opened
"Come." It ordered. Kay stepped forward and the door slammed shut.
Jack jumped off the horse and ran for the door. He had only a few spells, domestic ones mostly, but he had hope. He also hoped that kidding himself that he might take on evil was a strong weapon in itself. Reaching the steps he raced up, it had to be at the top. Before the door he prepared himself for the worst, then pushed it. It did not open.
Kay was not aware of the banging behind him, only the figure before him. Red said Barwin was killed in the village, but here he was. A dark shape sat with his back to him by the desk.
"Do not boys knock?" The voice asked
"Sorry." Kay replied
"No it is I who should be, come." Kay stepped closer, this is what he wanted, intense desire was building up inside him. Barwin did want him, wanted him to stay.
"KAY GET OUT!" Yelled Jack. The door glowed red before him, it knew he was there. Jack didn't know what to do next, nothing was getting through the door. Candlelight, floatation, undo, shock, stun, his mind raced through the spells he had. Nothing.
Kay was directly behind Barwin now and the sorcerer turned to face him. His hand reached out to touch the boy's face.
"I am sorry for leaving you." The voice continued.
"I don't care." Kay wrapped his arms around the sorcerer who did the same.
"KAY!" Jack tried again. Then noticed the wall, it glowed. Opening his eyes to magic he saw that all the walls and the ceiling glowed of magic. Suddenly he had it
Barwin began to stroke the boys back, his fingers pushed themselves into his shoulders. The boy muttered softly, as the sorcerer drew his second hand around to Kay's chest. The boy continued to hang to Barwins neck and so was lifted as the sorcerer moved across to the bed.
Jack's mind raced to find the magic, the spell was a simple one. To undo another spell was easy, as long as you could find enough power. The magic surrounded him and Jack focused the words. The red glow attacked back, but the illusion of the wall was weak. It was no surprise, the main power was going to be inside. Suddenly the door, wall and ceiling collapsed and vanished. He was at the top of the ruin, just how much a ruin was suddenly made clear. The top room did not exist anymore, it was a concrete platform. And there was Kay. His naked body was laying across nothingness before a figure, a servant for evil. The same one that had killed Barwin he had seen its face when he had fled from it.
"Leave him alone!" Jack found himself crying out.
Kay heard nothing, the warmth of the bed, the glow of candlelight only reached him. Barwin's mouth kissed and sucked his nipples and his hands stroked the length of his body. Slowly he worked his way down the boy's skin and looked upon the hard erection before him. Kay let out a giggled at Barwin's smile, before his tongue gave it a good long lick.
Kay began moaning with joy. Jack could not stand there any longer and do nothing. The creature's long disgusting tongue was all over his friend. Jack charged forward, to each side was a sheer drop to ether valley. He surprised the creature and knock him aside.
Barwin suddenly dropped to one side at Kay's surprise. He sat up and looked for him, but he had gone.
The beast hadn't gone over the edge as was Jack's plan, a plan decided upon once he had made contact with it.
"Another to join me." The voice proclaimed. Both were on the ground, the elf was quick to recover. He needed a weapon, but wind sweeped platform had nothing. The creature got back up.
"Never!" Jack needed time
"You will wait." With those words, Jack was thrown across what was the bedroom to against the remains of a wall. Smoke hands formed to pin him against it.
"KAY!" Jack started to shout, "WAKE UP."
Barwin reappeared, his robe had gone and he stood nude before the boy.
"What happened?" Kay was confused.
"THIS IS NOT REAL."
"Nothing, there are many spells you have yet to learn, come." Barwin stepped forward and climbed onto the bed, a hand pulled Kay to him.
"FIGHT IT," Jack continued yelling and added at a whisper, "You're a Mage, you can fight it." The elf was suddenly tired for struggling
"A Mage?" Barwin suddenly stated. Kay stared at him and he found himself saying.
"Something's wrong."
"No boy, it is better than you think."
"I don't understand, you never tell me everything." Kay accused, he went to roll over, but Barwin grabbed him.
Jack shouted in delight that something had got through.
"Let go!" Kay requested, but was surprised when Barwin did not and instead pulled Kay towards him. Kay started to struggle. The bedroom began to fade around him, the bed last.
"Kay." Shouted Jack again. This time Kay looked across.
"What's happening?" He yelled to the ghost he could see. The creature finally transformed from the dead sorcerer, to disgusting form it was. Kay stared in horror, but pulled himself free. He jumped up from the nothingness and his bare feet touched the concrete floor.
"There is no where to go, I will have you."
"Kay you can beat him, you can direct magic without spells, kill it." Jack yelled. The beast moved towards Kay, the boy was backing away from it fast. He was scared, he was the son of a hunter that was all.
"I can't." Kay cried.
"Yes you can!"
"I can't see the glow, I've lost it for good." It appeared to grow before them, claws unfolded themselves. Kay turned to look at Jack now solid before him. Strangely a board grin appeared on the elf's face, his elven grin.
"What if I said I love you too." A moment of time that never existed past, power possessed Kay's naked form like it had never done or ever would before. The glow was blinding, it filled his soul with the power beyond, blue steaks of light raced around him ready to be commanded. The creature jumped upon Kay, all its power to destroy him. The blue burned throughout the beast, in a show of colour and rays of light it was ripped apart, every atom no longer existed. It screamed for that moment.
A young Mage stood in triumph, his arms reaching the sky.
Victory did not last for long, the cold of natures winds soon stirred the boys to move from the tower. Still intact was the stable, a temporary shelter for the night. They could not find Kay's robe and still naked the Mage was feeling the cold. The hay offered some comfort and both boys collapsed into it, completely exhausted. On the way down they had avoided each others eyes, suddenly it was difficult. It was long time before Kay finally decided to ask, he knew Jack would not be asleep.
"When did you know?"
"What?"
"You know." Silence
"When I grabbed your dick that first night, you felt warm against me, I guess it goes back that far."
"After you said an Elf had made love to an apprentice." A pause
"I lied." Jack confessed. Kay rolled over to look at Jack, his dick flopped over Jack noticed in the corner of his eye. The boys had just confessed their love, but even if it had just destroyed a demon, it was still the most confusing thing in the world. It was not sex, both boys knew a bit about that part with some boyish embarrassment, it was the other.
"I don't understand."
"It might of happened, but I made it up."
"Oh." Answered Kay after some thought.
"What about you?"
"I don't know."
"Guess you had Barwin in your head." Jack sounded distant for a second.
"That was just what it was, I know that now, I think it was just..." Kay considered. "I didn't take all your clothes off at first, because I knew I would see your dick, I remember seeing it in the cave and..." Suddenly he stopped, Jack had moved forward and kissed him. He had never kissed anyone before, he never thought he would be kissing an elf, but after the initial shock he kissed back. They then parted for a moment and stared into each others eyes. Now was not a time for words, both knew what they wanted. Jack moved around to sit on his knees and slowly pulled up his robe, Kay helped eagerly. Soon the naked torso of the elf was exposed and the two embraced each other. Each had soft pale skin, each other's hands stroked the other. Jack came forward and Kay dropped back into the hay. Jack was above him now, his hand stroked Kay's side and crossed his stomach before dropping to touch his dick. Kay let a yelp as Jacks hands began pumping his dick, but Kay did not want that yet. Reaching out he pulled Jack down onto him, they fully kissed, Kay could feel his dick harden by the strength of their lips together. Their dicks touched, together they humped for a while, before Jack kissed his way down Kay's body. Kay nodded quickly in anticipation of Jack's next move. They had saved each other, now they would for the first real time be each other's first. Kay let out a loud cry of pleasure as Jack began licking the Mage's erect dick. Jack could taste the sweet flavour of cum, its aroma fill his senses. Kay arched himself forward and Jack decided it was time, slowly he edged himself further forward. Kay could not hold back, he pushed his dick forward and then Jacks mouth wrapped itself around the head. Kay's body rocked in delight and he continued to moan in delight. Jack's tongue set to work, as he edged his way down the shaft. The elf took each of Kay's small thrusts and began to sucked it harder. Kay was filled with ecstasy, his legs widened further to push even more of his dick into the elf's mouth, but suddenly he could feel Jack's hands begin to feel his balls, then they reached his ass. Jack's hands had been holding on to Kay, and stroking his own dick, but now he moved his hand to behind Kay's buttocks and pressed in. Kay was thrusting quicker now.
"I'm going to come." Kay yelled, he could not delay. Jack sucked harder, he wanted it more than ever. Suddenly the boy exploded into Jacks mouth, the elf kept sucking. Quickly Kay's tense body dropped into the hay, but Jack was on top of him again. They kissed, Kay could taste his own semen over Jack's lips.
"Had enough?" Jack asked, the elven grin flashed keenly across his face.
"Let me do you." Kay answered, but Jack shock his head.
"I want to make real love to you, so nothing will make you lost the magic again." It was a moment, before Kay nodded. He looked down at Jacks erect dick hanging down between his legs, it was huge, a lot bigger than his.
"I don't know how." Jack ignored him, with another smile and kissed him.
"Turn over." He instructed. Kay followed. He never asked how Jack knew what to do, only that he did. Jack stood up on his knees with Kay laying on his front before him. Once he was pleased with his position, he bent down, his arms stretched himself down Kay's back and dug into the new Mage's skin. Kay shuddered as Jack's finger stroked the bottom of Kay's back, then move down to touch the outline of his raised butt. Then Jack parted Kay's buttocks and pushed his face in close. His hands reached around to feel Kay's dick once again become erect. Jack reached out with his tongue, but suddenly Kay tensed his butt and moved forward. Jack sat up quickly.
"Sorry." Kay said nervously, "You made me jump." Jack grinned and placed a kiss on Kay left cheek. Kay relaxed again. Quicker this time Jack move forward and began to lick round Kay's expose hole. Kay could not believe the feeling, his hand tightly gripped handfuls of hay so that he didn't tense his butt. Jack lovingly licked all around Kay's ass, his own dick ached with patience for its turn. Finally he moved up and laid his dick along Kay's crack.
"OK?" Jack carefully asked. Kay nodded. He wanted this more than the world, it was suddenly everything. Jack was suddenly scared himself, but moved his hand to draw it between Kay's buttocks. Kay awaited, he heart beating faster as he felt Jack's finger against his hole, it suddenly slipped in. Encouraged Jack pushed it in further against a little resistance, Kay moaned a little after a pause of a little discomfort. When it pulled it outwards, Kay's tense against the new feeling. Jack pushed again and bent his finger which caused Kay to let out a loud moan, Jack was unsure if it was right, but pulled out again. His spare hand move round again to stroke Kay hanging ball sack. Slowly he gained a rhythm, Kay began pushing himself back, then two fingers widen the hole. Kay as tense again, but regained the rhythm.
"Go on!" Kay moaned suddenly. Jack's dick was already covered in pre cum, he removed his fingers and pushed himself forward. Both boys cried out for that moment, one in brief pain the other in joy, but both went on. Jacks hands couldn't keep hold of Kay's dick anymore, both pulled Kay to him, his dick buried itself deeper inside Kay willing behind. For a moment Kay felt like he was being opened up, but then relieved by the overwhelming pleasure. Jack slowly did little thrusts, each one loosened Kay's hole and soon he began thrusting himself forward. Kay's hand moved to pump his own dick, Jack couldn't believe the feeling as his plunged his dick into his friend, now his lover. Both moaned louder and louder, Jacks thrusts became more rapid, the moment was soon. Kay was completely at Jack's control, his dick pulsating inside him, in and in, suddenly he came Kay could feel the elf's hot semen shot into him. Jack let out a cry, but still he went on, his dick immersing itself into his semen. Kay came a moment later, his first true load flowed over his hand and onto the hay. Both boys dropped together, Jack rested his head on top of Kay's back, his dick still pricking Kay's behind which had tighten around it. Both enjoyed the feeling forever, Kay could feel the elf's throbbing dick inside him.
When they returned to the cottage, Red knew. They told him everything about the demon, how it was killed by Kay's discovered talent, but they didn't mention how they really helped each other, but Red knew. He promised himself he would never ask, and they both promised they would never tell. They both had a lot to learn, even a Mage needed to know about the spells to perfect his art. However now he was a boy of magic and no longer did a scared son of a hunter remain.
The years past in joy and sadness like they always did, but nothing parted the elf and the human. Evil had gained new enemies, the strongest yet.