Chapter Eight: Votya and his brother
Callixtus woke up at Jirek's farm, in bed with his master. The mage's naked body was pressed against Callixtus, who found himself awkwardly crushed against Magnus's body and held by an arm around his shoulder, although the mage was fast asleep. This was awkward, for Callixtus needed to get up to relieve himself. It was impossible to disentangle himself from the bed without awakening Magnus.
"Sorry to disturb you, master."
"Ah, don't worry dear boy. I am sorry to have you pinioned like this, although I didn't know it. I am afraid Jirek's red wine is rather more potent than I had bargained for. I had better take something for it, and then we must be on our way."
Callixtus brought a bowl of hot water and Magnus made an infusion of dried leaves and muttered an incantation over the bowl. Then Callixtus said, "By the way master, I spoke with Votya and his brother last night. There is....something we discussed. The thing is, master, Votya would consider it a great honour if you were to....err..." but he couldn't find the right words to finish the sentence.
"Oh very well Callixtus, I think I can guess what you are talking about. Actually Jirek and his wife quizzed me on the same subject last night. I had to admit that so far I have failed to prong their boy, and they were rather upset, though too polite to say so outright. They would consider it beneath their dignity if I offered to pay the boy in coin for guiding us this far, but they are more than happy for me to roger him instead. Something about Cheskan family honour, privilege of being on intimate terms with a mage, rumours of magical benefits arising from said intimacy, blah di blah. Normally of course I'd be only too delighted to take a tumble with any pretty boy who offers himself, but somehow I haven't much felt like it lately. You are the reason, of course - it must be the honeymoon effect. And why would anyone want to poke that skinny beanpole Votya when he's got you instead?" - and Magnus gave Callixtus a playful slap on his buttocks, which were indeed smooth and globular and very appealing, in spite of the hangover from which the mage was suffering.
"But then again", continued Magnus thoughtfully, "I think I may be able to solve the problems of Cheskan customs of hospitality at one fell swoop if I just make another adjustment to this potion".
So saying, he pronounced a further incantation, then downed the hot liquid. "Ahh! I feel better already. One simple draught of herbal tea, with its molecular structure altered slightly by my incantations, and I am ready to deal with any quantity of Cheskan wine - and any quantity of Cheskan boys."
He rose from the bed and stretched - without making any attempt to conceal his impressive morning wood -
and said: "Go and fetch Votya. I must say my farewells to this household, and then we must be off to
the coast."
Callixtus said, "Votya's brother will want to come too."
"Yes I suppose he will. But no more. As much as I would like to shag half the Cheskan male population before we can board the fishing sloop for the Isle of Mages, sadly I don't have the time."
Half an hour later they were on their way to the coast. Callixtus and Voyta walked in front as usual, and young Danko was bursting with pride and pleasure at being able to walk beside the mage, and actually have a conversation with him. He carried with him a leather bag slung over his shoulder filled with provisions from the farm, but apart from that he was of course as entirely naked as the other two boys.
After they had gone about a mile, with the farm out of sight, Magnus stopped where a low stone wall enclosed a small vineyard. In one corner of the vineyard a shack had been built against the wall but was now in a semi-ruinous condition and overgrown with shrubs and ivy.
"Let's take a break over there," said Magnus, "on the far side of that wall by the shack. It looks like a pleasant place to stop for a short while."
Callixtus caught his eye; Magnus assumed an "innocent face" which was so obviously not really innocent that Callixtus had to suppress a smile. After walking such a short distance, they were hardly in need of a break already. The brothers shrugged, but they followed the mage and his boy where he had suggested. Sitting down with his back to the stone wall, out of sight of the road, the three youngsters stood in a semi circle around the mage and looked expectantly at him.
"Votya my boy, I told your father last night how very pleased I have been with you as our guide for the past few days, and how sorry I am that our time together is coming to an end. I discussed with him if there was anything I could offer you. He agreed there was. So I have decided to offer you an object I have hidden in my tunic which is about six and a half inches long. Stop sniggering, Callixtus".
And with that, the mage reached inside his tunic and drew out - an object wrapped in linen, which he presented to Votya. Unwrapping it, Votya beheld a beautiful dagger with a slightly curved blade, the hilt done in silver with filigree gold work, and a black scabbard in which were set small precious stones of many different colours.
"It's somewhat garish for Cheskan tastes, I know. It's Sassid work - a fine blade. Yours to keep. And if you ever decide to go adventuring outside Cheskia, I trust you will not feel your nudity compromised by the addition of a leather belt to tie the scabbard onto. I think the naked form is set off rather well by the addition of a few items such as leather straps and bangles. Although I know such decoration is considered decadent by Cheskan purists. In any case, you are not in need of any additions - you are perfectly gorgeous just as you are." And with that, the mage pulled the startled Votya towards him and kissed him full on the lips - an embrace which soon turned into a long, lingering intertwining of tongues. Magnus had one arm around Votya's neck and the other fondled the boy's large floppy cock, which under this attention did not remain floppy for very long.
Magnus cast his cloak on the ground under the shade of an ilex tree which was growing by the stone wall, and sat Votya down on it. Then he eased the unresisting Cheskan boy on his back, lifted up his knees, and applied some gel from his blue flask onto his smooth cherry. He then stepped out of his tunic and proceeded to give Votya an energetic fuck. Votya was not as sexually experienced as most Cheskan boys - probably on account of his natural shyness - but he was certainly no virgin either. It was a rite of passage for all Cheskan boys to be initiated into anal intercourse by the seniors in the lads' lodges soon after they arrived. The mage's cock slid in easily, and he was soon ploughing away with firm, vigorous strokes. After just a dozen thrusts the mage emitted a loud cry and flooded Votya's innards with his seed.
Danko and Callixtus were watching this performance, and Danko grabbed Callixtus's cock with one hand and his own with the other. Callixtus made no attempt to stop him. They had hardly got going before Magnus was pulling his slicked cock out of Votya's arse. The startled boy had barely had time to get hard.
The mage turned to Votya's younger brother. "Your turn now" he said. Danko could scarcely believe his luck. Needless to say he did not protest as Magnus turned him round, placed the boy's hands on top of the low stone wall, and proceeded to prepare his hole for a pumping. He took more care than with Votya, out of consideration for Danko's smaller size, but he had forgotten that Danko had just got back from his first three weeks in the lads' lodge in which he had been given a thorough going over by all the other inhabitants, some of whom were bigger than Magnus.
As Magnus prepared to enter the young Cheskan he glanced over at the boy's elder brother, who presented a lovely sight sitting there with his legs apart and his big cock at full mast, bearing a somewhat stunned expression, and leaking cum from his arse onto the mage's cloak. "I see you have unmet needs, dear boy. Callixtus will be happy to meet them for you. Won't you Callixtus?" The mage's slave obediently went down on all fours and presented his rump to the recently- fucked Votya, who was soon pumping him energetically in rhythm with the mage, who was simultaneously pumping the arse of the younger Cheskan boy.
Even though Danko had been well used by the other boys in the lodge in the last few weeks, his small size meant that his hole was a tight fit for the mage's wide girth, and he cried out in pain. Magnus muttered an incantation which had the effect of simultaneously easing the pain and relaxing the boy's muscles, but it was still hard work to achieve a full penetration. The little Cheskan grabbed the top of the stone wall tightly as he thrust his rump into the air, squirming and rocking from side to side and keeping his legs well apart to facilitate the mage's entry. Even so, it was perhaps just as well that after a mere twenty strokes Magnus ejaculated inside him: not quite the same gushing quantity as he had squirted into his brother moments before, but a decent enough load all the same.
It took Votya much longer to fuck Callixtus. The slave boy liked Votya but as a lover he did not match the mage. His cock was bigger than Magnus's which caused Callixtus quite a bit of discomfort, and he showed his inexperience by giving lots of quick short shuddery thrusts, as if in a tremendous hurry. Quite a few times he got the angle wrong and slipped out. Also, Callixtus did not experience the same internal warm throbbing and pulsing sensation that he did when his master fucked him. The mage's greater experience was enhanced by his magico-sexual training to ensure that his fucks gave as much pleasure as possible to the recipient. Being fucked by Votya's gratifyingly large cock was still a pleasure, but it also gave him a new perspective on how fortunate he was to be regularly serviced by Magnus instead.
"Well boys" sighed the mage, "that's play time over. For now at any rate. On to the coast!" And the three youths set off with their leader, not heeding the sperm which trickled down the legs and inner thighs of all three of them, gradually drying to a crust in the wind and sunshine.