The Wizard of Solton

The Wizard of Solton - Part 2 of 7

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Pers' wife gets cured.

Eventually Wix reached the stage where he could chew but no longer swallow. Arun had watched with some satisfaction as his new apprentice ate what he suspected was the first decent meal of his life.

"Do you always eat so well?" Wix asked.

"As I said, Spyk decides the menu and he keeps me healthy. Now, as you are quite badly undernourished, he will make sure that there is more than enough food until you reach your normal weight," Arun replied.

Wix just nodded as he was having difficulty believing his luck.

"However Spyk has not finished fixing you up and there are a couple of things that I'd like to show you before he puts you back to sleep," said Arun, rising and going to the door. Wix, confused, followed. As they walked down the hall, Wix caught his reflection in a mirror and gasped.

"Ah, you like your new robes?"

Wix nodded dumbly as he felt the material. It was like silk, but felt warm to the touch.

"This is one of the other modifications!" said the voice of Arun. But Wix did not hear the voice; it was in his head.

"We, Spyk, you and I, can communicate directly. It comes in useful if we are apart and wish to talk," the voice continued.

"It also lets us talk and not be overheard," said another voice in his head, that of Spyk.

Arun opened the back door of the Manse and stepped outside. Wix and the dog followed.

"OK Spyk, kill the lights," said Arun.

With that, the lights inside the Manse all went out at once. As the Manse was well outside the walls of the town, and street lighting was unheard of, they were plunged into what should have been total darkness. But, to Wix's surprise, he could still see.

"As you will no doubt have noticed, your vision has been modified to work in low light levels. You can also see warmth. If you look over there you may see a rabbit, apparently glowing in the dark," Arun explained.

About here, Wix looked up to the sky and gasped. For the first time in his short life he could see the stars! But the sky he looked up to was not like the one we are used to looking at. Wix's world was much further down the spiral arm of the galaxy and his sky had ten times the number of nearby stars. When seen for the first time, the sight was breathtaking.

"The stars, there are so many of them, I never realised..." Wix muttered.

"Want me to point out the one that I come from?" Arun asked, casually.

"You come from a star?"

"No, I come from a world like this, which goes round a star, just like this world goes round the sun."

Wix was confused. The world went round the sun? The stars were other suns? They must be, as the Wizard was telling the truth.

"Don't worry Wix, soon you will understand. Tonight Spyk will complete your education. You will learn to read and write and he'll throw in a course on astronomy and the History of Mankind. By morning all your questions will be answered."

That said, Arun led the way back indoors and Spyk turned the lights on. Arun went directly to the equipment room in the basement. Wix looked in wonder at the contents of the room.

"Which one is your dog, Master?" the bewildered tween asked.

"Spyk is on board my Mother Ship, which is in orbit far above us. There is a low-power sub-space radio link connecting him to that device there," said Arun, pointing to one of the machines.

"I do not understand your words, Master."

"Never mind lad. Strip off, get in here and you'll understand everything come morning," said Arun, opening the lid of the AutoDoc.

Wix did as he was told, once more taking great care with his clothes. When he was naked he looked carefully at his body.

"You have put a machine inside me?" he inquired.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"In your cavum Retzius, it is an empty part of your body where a small device will cause no problems. I've had one all my life and it has never done me any harm," said Arun.

"My what?"

"Your cavum Retzius, it is between the back of your pubic bone and your bladder," said Arun cheerfully, waiting to see if any "think with your cock" remarks were forthcoming.

Alas, Wix was too confused for humour and almost without thinking he followed Arun's instructions and climbed into the AutoDoc.

"See you in the morning," said Arun, waiting until Spyk took the tween out before closing the lid.

"OK Spyk, no arguing. I want the lad taught the following; The Union standard language - spoken and written, all planetary languages and dialogues spoken and where it exists, written, Union standard levels in all technical subjects, History of Mankind, astronomy, er, I think that should do it."

"How long have I got?"

"Eight hours be enough?"

"You're a slave driver!"

"Good night," concluded Arun, leaving in the direction of the master bedroom. There, hopefully for the last time, he got into bed alone.

While Arun had a peaceful night, the same could not be said of his apprentice. Information came at his mind from every side. He had no time to digest any; it just poured in and was lodged inside his brain. After couple of hours or so, the deluge stopped and the linking up began. This process took twice as long and it was in the early hours of the morning that true sleep finally came his way.

The next morning Arun went down to the equipment room and opened the AutoDoc. He was amazed at the changes that Spyk had managed in such a short time. The gaunt features were already being covered by a more healthy plumpness. The tween was filling out nicely.

"Wake him," he said to Spyk.

Wix's eyelids fluttered and he began to yawn and stretch. Arun helped him from his resting place and, when he had dressed, led the way upstairs. There Wix discovered the true joys of indoor plumbing. No more sitting straining in a draughty outhouse, and the pleasures of a warm shower were such that Arun had to call to him to come out before his skin shrivelled.

Breakfast was served buffet style. On a long table there were various dishes of food, half of which Wix had never tasted before. Undaunted he took a little of everything until his plate was heaped. Arun smiled and bet himself that the lad would never eat it all. Happen as well that he had not placed his bet with a bookmaker, because he would have lost.

Arun had made it known that he might be consulted, for a fee, weekday mornings. This was designed to help him integrate into the community. So after breakfast they all retired to his consulting room and waited for the customers.

The room amazed Wix. It was exactly the room he would have imagined a Wizard would work in. On one wall, groaning shelves held stacks of thick, leather-bound books. On another, shelves were full of flasks containing multicoloured liquids, beakers, tripods and strange-shaped glass vessels.

The third wall of shelves had stuffed animals, very strange ones; most had a lot more teeth than your average animal needed.

"We have some punters!" said Spyk.

"And who might they be?" asked Arun.

"My Lady Veeska, and her odious nephew, Meric," replied Spyk.

"If you would be so kind as to show them in, Wix," said Arun, sitting himself behind his desk.

Wix went to the door that led to the foyer and opened it. The visitors were standing open-mouthed before the tap that appeared to hang in the air. Their confusion made Wix grin.

The Lady Veeska was an imposing woman of some 30 summers. She had kept her figure well and could still be considered attractive. However her demeanour left a lot to be desired as her position in society had gone to her head. Because she had no children to distract her, she interfered with the lives of others and was considered by many to be a right little haemorrhoid.

"My Lady, the Wizard Arun awaits your presence in his study," he said, warming to his role.

Veeska turned and looked down her nose at the tween. His new robes might impress him but they cut no ice with her. He was a jumped-up Orphanage peasant and nothing could change that; was her opinion.

"Come Meric," she said and swept past Wix as if he was a servant. Meric, still open-mouthed, followed his aunt. As she entered the room Veeska managed, by a Herculean effort on her part, not to react to its contents. Meric never did get round to closing his mouth.

"Ah, my Lady Veeska, what an honour," said Arun, lying through his teeth and bowing at the same time. A smile flitted across Wix's face at this.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company on such a fine morning?" continued Arun, seating his visitors before his desk while motioning to his apprentice to join him, seated on the other side of it.

"I have a garden party in three days time. I want you to make sure that I have good weather for it," said Veeska, wasting no time in getting to the point.

"Ah, my Lady, I fear it is beyond my power to control the weather," lied Arun, "however I can tell you what the weather is most likely to be on that day."

"Why did you lie?" said Wix's voice, inside Arun's head.

"Yes, I can control the weather, but it takes massive amounts of power and I would only do it if the city was threatened, not for some stupid woman's garden party," Arun replied, by the same route.

Veeska sniffed, "Your predecessor could do it, why can't you?"

"Unlike him, I never take money under false pretences."

On the surface of the desk the long-term weather forecast appeared. To Wix's amazement he could understand the writing. It was strange; it was as if he had always been able to do it.

"The weather will be almost the same as it is today," said Arun.

Veeska harrumphed and it was obvious that she was not about to leave.

"You have other business with me?" Arun inquired, in slightly too silky a tone.

"Yes! The business of your choice of apprentice. My nephew here offered his services, in good faith too I might add, and you had the temerity to reject him. I demand that this decision be reversed!" she shrilled.

Wix's heart missed a beat. His job was gone, all the food, clothing, indoor plumbing were all lost. It was back to the Orphanage for him. He wondered if he would lose all the knowledge as well. But beside him his Master bristled, and made direct eye contact with Veeska, knowing well the effect of skewering someone with his piercing blue gaze. Yet when he spoke his voice was soft, but firm.

"My Lady, the tween Meric is totally unsuitable for the position. He is unintelligent, indolent to the point of exerting more energy avoiding work than actually doing it, he never washes, and he is disgustingly overweight."

At this point Veeska's resolve broke and she caved in. "But surely the tween must be good for something. He must be placed," she concluded, rallying a bit towards the end.

Arun sighed, rose and went to the door that gave access to the rest of the Manse. "Come!" he commanded, and led the way to the basement.

Now Veeska might have covered her feelings as she had entered the study, but the basement equipment room was something else again. Meric was still in shock from the tap in the foyer and did not have the ability to go into overload.

While the pair were not functioning 100% Arun managed to get the device onto the back of Meric's head, and what little intelligence normally dwelled in there departed for an early lunch.

Arun moved to the control panels and began to read from them.

"Your nephew is 90% as intelligent as an average person. His urge to exert himself is 23% of what is considered normal. He compensates for anything and everything by overeating. The possibility of him taking his own life is about three times that of a normal tween," said Arun, unemotionally.

"Can't you do anything? It is all the fault of my sister, she overindulges the boy," Veeska said, visibly shaken by the Wizard's last comment.

"I cannot increase his intelligence, but I can fix some of his problems," said Arun.

Again Veeska gave in and nodded.

"Strip!" Arun ordered the tween.

To Veeska's horror her nephew instantly obeyed. Meric, naked, was not a pretty sight. His lack of personal hygiene had, amongst other things, led to several unsightly skin conditions. His excessive weight did nothing to improve his looks.

Arun walked over to the AutoDoc, lifted the lid and commanded the naked tween to get in. As usual, compliance was instant. When he was in, Arun closed the device, and returned to the control panel.

"Well, let me see. I can get his weight back within the normal limits. His reluctance to wash can be cured. His indolence is also correctable. His lack of intelligence is not. But I can teach him to read and to write," intoned Arun.

"Oh heck, he has flatworms, hookworms, fleas, scabies, head lice, and pubic lice! The lad is a walking Zoo," said Arun, picking up the clothes from the floor using only the tips of his fingers, and dropping them in a chute.

"Destruct and replace," he said to the dog.

"There is another problem, boss," said Spyk, "Meric is likely to succeed Pers as lord of the Manor!"

"What!" said Arun.

"The dog spoke," said Veeska, in a shocked voice.

"Yes," confirmed Wix, "rumour has it that my Lady Veeska is barren!"

"The dog spoke!" Veeska said, the panic beginning to rise in her voice.

"We can't have this nincompoop in that job, the incumbent is bad enough," said Arun.

"THE DOG SPOKE!" shrieked Veeska.

"Her Ladyship said that I spoke," commented Spyk, helpfully.

"Look, could you just confine yourself to fixing up Meric as best you can. I need time to think," Arun said to the dog.

There was a silence for moment, as everyone was lost in thought.

"I'm getting out of this madhouse!" cried Veeska and, before anyone could stop her, she ran to the AutoDoc and opened the lid.

Now in every society there are some things that are just not done. In most cases these are based on sound reasoning. For example, on the worlds that are part of the Union there is a taboo about opening an AutoDoc while it is in operation.

As the echoes of Veeska's screams died, they were replaced by the thump of her body hitting the floor.

"Sorry boss, I was replacing his skin, it's faster than trying to do it piecemeal, no problem with scars, y'see. I don't think he was a pretty sight when she looked. But it is OK as the sterility shield held so the lad is in no danger," said the dog, finishing on an upbeat note.

Arun sighed as he went over and placed a device on her head.

"Keep her under until you have finished with Meric. Then we'll see if you can do something about her being barren. Can you run an Assessment on the lad and see if there is anything he could usefully do?" said Arun slightly wearily.

There was a short pause.

"About the best I could do would be increase his mathematical abilities, but this would really only move him into the idiot savant category," said Spyk.

"Well, you might as well do it," said Arun.

Fifteen minutes later Meric, looking healthier, emerged from the AutoDoc. Arun had Veeska strip and get in the machine. Wix averted his eyes.

"Report when ready," said Arun, turning to get the replicas of Meric's clothes from the delivery chute. He handed them to the tween and ordered him to dress.

"Oo-er, we have a problem, boss! She is perfectly fertile. In fact, she is just about to ovulate," said Spyk.

"Oh shit. Then Pers must be sterile?" asked Arun.

"From all the evidence to hand, yes. The Lady is no virgin, quite fertile, but no sign that conception ever took place," said the dog, scratching behind his ear. Well, being around fleas tended to make him nervous.

"Hmm, when you tested Wix did you take a sperm sample?" asked Arun.

"Yes, of course, and what you are thinking is extremely unethical!" said Spyk.

"OK, bugger the ethical points. Meric would be a total disaster if he got the job. Sort out some healthy Y bearing sperm from Wix's sample, induce ovulation and inseminate her with them. Continue until you are sure the egg has been fertilised. While you are at it, raise her libido to a level that will ensure Pers gets his leg over tonight. That'll reinforce the idea that the brat is his," ordered Arun.

"One day..." muttered the dog.

"Oh and while you are in there, bring her up to the normal standards of health. We don't want her to lose the baby. Later I'll sort out her memories; I wouldn't want her to have nightmares," said Arun.

"She will have my baby?" asked an awed Wix.

"Yup she'll bear you a son, and you don't even have to mate with her. And if that's not magic, I don't know what is," said Spyk, being a bit sarky.

"If my Lord Pers ever finds out, I'm dead," said a worried Wix.

"Not really," said Arun. "In the first place he will never find out as only we three will remember and, in the second place, you cannot easily be killed."

"What!" exclaimed Wix.

"You are as close to being immortal as it is possible to be. Any weapon used against you will break, like Willum's fist. Any invading disease will be killed before it can harm you. Your body will neutralise any poison that gets into you," said Arun. "Oh in theory you could suffocate but it would take several days. The device that is implanted in you is very efficient."

About half an hour later, Arun had both of the visitors dressed and back in the study.

Before removing the skullcaps, he had Meric forget everything that had happened after he walked through the door. Veeska was instructed to forget everything as well and to bed her husband that very night, then ignore all signs of pregnancy until Arun reminded her of them.

"I'm sorry Wizard, could you repeat that, I seem to have drifted off for a moment," said Veeska, looking uncharacteristically dazed.

"I said that you could expect weather almost the same as today's for your party," said Arun, in a cheerful voice.

"Ah yes. Now there was something else that I wanted to see you about, but it seems to have slipped my mind," she replied, sounding vague.

"I also told you that Meric has an aptitude for figures. He might come in useful doing the accounts of your estate," added Arun.

"He has?" said Veeska, sounding very surprised.

"Well if there is nothing else, then I'll bid you good day, my Lady," said Arun, rising out of his seat.

"Your fee?" she asked.

"For such trifling advice, it would be theft to take your money, my Lady," replied Arun, as he held the door open and ushered the pair out.

"How do you make any money if you never charge proper fees?" inquired Wix, after the visitors were well clear of the Manse.

"Simple. I have Spyk make it for me."

"You forge coin of the realm?" asked Wix, in a shocked voice.

"Yes," said Arun, cheerfully.

"You know that the penalty, if you get caught, is death?"

"Oh, I doubt if anyone who noticed that I was passing forgeries would complain. You see my coins are pure metal, 100% gold, silver or copper. Coin of the realm are about 70% for copper, 60% for silver and the gold ones can get as low as 26%. So if you discovered that you had a gold coin, that held almost four times as much gold as it should, would you make a song and dance about it?" said Arun.

"No," said Wix, a bit unsure of the morality of it all.

In the distance the town hall clock struck noon.

"Come Wix, you must be hungry. After lunch we will go into town shopping. I think that I could benefit from your advice," said the Wizard, leading the way from the study to the dining room.

The afternoon was devoted to a trip to the market. Market day was a twice-weekly event. This meant that there was a market every fourth day. Solton was on a world that completed its circuit of its primary in a little under 392 days. So it had a 49-week year, and each week had eight days in it. Every tenth year was a drop year. The first day of the first month was dropped from the calendar and thus the seasons were kept in their proper places.

The market was a cheerful bustling place. There were live chickens, ducks, geese and lambs for sale as well as fresh and preserved food. These jostled for position with clothing stalls, tinkers repairing pots, cheese stalls - the smell of which would make all but the strongest gasp, brewers and vintners who tried to out-shout each other regarding the quality of their produce, plus the odd pickpocket and cut-purse who plied their trade.

Arun's problem was that he couldn't haggle. Not that he needed the goods; buying produce was just part of his cover. Nor did he miss the money; but he hated to be taken advantage of. So he worked out that Wix's talent could come in very handy.

Spyk had provided a shopping list, which included five live chickens. Apparently Spyk was of the opinion that the food replicator couldn't do eggs perfectly. So after Spyk had a sniff round the available stock, Wix got instructed as to which chickens were most suitable and the bargaining began.

Wix made an offer of four coppers a bird. The stallholder did a passable imitation of apoplexy and claimed his birds to be at least worth two small silver coins known locally as stivers. After ten minutes of swapping mutual verbal abuse they settled on a price of eight coppers a bird.

Arun marvelled at the tween's persistence in pulling the price down. Even trying his hardest, Arun would never have got the man down to one stiver.

The remainder of the shopping trip was an education for Arun. The tween managed to get everything on the list for a tenth of the price Arun would have paid, and the quality of each item was the best available.

Then Wix insisted on going to the Orphanage and returning the clothes he had arrived in. At first Arun had been convinced that the tween was just wanting to show off his new robes, but the lad had been very insistent.

The fat Proctor met them. Wix dutifully handed over the pitiful garments and to Arun's amazement their return was marked up in a ledger.

Arun managed to get a device on the back of the Proctor's head without being detected, then made him run through the accounts. As he suspected, the Proctor and his wife were quietly siphoning off money that was destined for the orphans - to be used as their pension when they retired. Arun gave several commands that would still leave the Proctor with an adequate amount to retire on but at the same time ensure that the orphans got a lot better treatment. He even made a substantial donation himself.

They then returned to the Manse and had dinner. It was amazing, the tween was eating more food than the man was and all of it was being used to bring his body up to normal.

After the meal Arun led the lad to the master bedroom. Spyk tried to enter but Arun put his foot down and insisted on them being alone.

"OK I'll just trot off and optimise my idle loop," said the dog, wandering off down the corridor.

"You don't want him to see what we do?" asked Wix.

Arun just laughed, "He has sensors everywhere, he can see and hear everything. I just don't want him in here making sarcastic comments. Now be a good lad and get 'em off."

Arun was actually surprised at the changes in the tween in only 48 hours. His body was no longer as gaunt and angular. This made his elfin features even more attractive. Arun ran his hands over his prize and a strange warmth filled his heart. This lad was somehow different.

Arun stripped slowly as the lad lay on the bed watching him. Wix's eyes grew wider the more he saw of his Master. The chest was smooth and totally free of hair, but the muscle definition almost made him drool. But when Arun stripped completely the tween could only gasp in horror. Arun, you see, was built to scale and his manhood was in reasonable proportion to his body.

"By all that is holy, Master, I can never take that!" he said, pointing at Arun's rising manhood.

"Trust me lad. When Spyk was fixing your eyes and teeth I had him modify you to allow you to accommodate me, without any discomfort, at either end. Sex should be fun, not pain," said Arun, in a reassuring voice.

Wix gulped as the man bore down on him. Like a magnet the now rigid member attracted his mouth. Gently he kissed it as he slid the thick foreskin back off the engorged head of the beast.

He began by licking the head and smothering it with kisses, but he could feel it being pressed into his mouth. Taking all his courage and trusting in his Master, he let the weapon slide into his mouth and then down into his throat. By the gods, his Master was right! His throat just accepted the invader as if it was its natural sheath. With amazement he saw the white bush of his Master inch its way toward his nose and it did not stop until his nose was being squashed into it.

"Now just relax, you don't need to breathe, your implant will keep you alive," said Arun, in a shaky voice, as it had been a long time since he had had someone deep-throat him.

Wix did as he was told and slowly the cock was withdrawn. Two hands held his head steady and the cock began its second penetration. Wix found a new joy in having a cock run up and down his throat. He felt no urge to gag and reckoned, correctly, that Spyk had altered that too. He gulped and made his throat go into a spasm on the invading cock.

This action made Arun moan with pleasure, so Wix repeated it and things soon got going. Arun speeded up and soon the cock was sliding in and out of the tween's mouth at a goodly rate. At random intervals Wix would gulp and drive Arun mad.

Regrettably such couplings are too intense to last very long and, with a feral grunt, Arun began to pump his seed right into the tween's throat. After the first few wads had been shot, he pulled back and let the tween tease the rest out with his tongue. Wix had never had a cock in his mouth that could spurt so much and he was hard put to keep up with the flow.

When Arun's cock was soft again Wix relinquished it, but reluctantly. Then, to his great surprise his Master went down on him. First his cock, then his balls got sucked into that cavernous mouth. Wix just lay back and let it all happen. That large, soft tongue was doing magic as it made a meal of licking his cock and balls. Two massive hands held his legs wide apart and gave Arun perfect access to do his work. Eventually control slid from the tween's grasp and his Master sucked him dry.

Twenty minutes later Wix found himself face down on the bed, with his legs, as ever, splayed wide. He felt the slick head of his Master's tool push gently on his ring and, to his surprise; the gentle pushing was all that was required to get it in. The rest of the shaft followed at a steady pace. There was no pain, just an incredible sensation of fullness and the knowledge that he had lost the control of his own ass.

Pinned to the bed by the weight of the man's body, Wix lay helpless and the great cock made a thorough job of rogering his ass. Wix enjoyed the part in sex play when he surrendered all control to his partner, and his sole contribution to the coupling was to writhe about beneath the man thus adding to his enjoyment.

Wix could feel Arun's climax build and did everything to aid it. When it came, the pelvic thrusts of the man became more urgent and violent. But again Wix was surprised that he seemed to have the capacity to take this sort of abuse without it causing him pain. Then the mighty cock began bucking and he felt the man's load being thrust into his body at a great depth. Used and abused, he revelled in the feeling, as the man lay gasping and sweating on his back. Meanwhile deep in his guts, his Master's cock, its job done, slowly began to shrink.

When he had recovered, Arun slowly withdrew his cock from the lad, and Wix cried out as it left him with such a void, but now it was Arun who was in charge of his ass and Arun had to be obeyed. So Wix settled between his Master's thighs and dutifully began to clean off the cock that had given him so much pleasure, an act that puzzled Arun.

Dawn found the tween wrapped in the arms of his Master, a position that they would come to favour. It made Wix feel like a small child and it made Arun feel big and butch.

They spent the morning removing warts and curing impotence. Later Arun would find that of all the cures for ailments that he offered, curing impotence was the one that he was most called upon to do.

Wix's afternoon was spent in the AutoDoc where his education in the art of being light-fingered was dramatically improved. He was also taught how to defend himself.

"Spyk, let me have a look at his second lover," said Arun, making the dog roll his eyes skywards.

"Rerun beginning."

"Rerun ends," said Spyk's voice in Arun's head.

"Shit, I must be careful never to let the lad near any ropes," thought Arun, "Mind you," he mused, "it might be fun."

"OK he is finished, you can let him out now," said Spyk.

Arun helped him from the machine and the tween brushed against him.

"Not bad, not bad at all, for a first attempt that is. Now if you would just return my watch, my purse and the rest of my equipment, I would be most grateful," said Arun, who was genuinely impressed with the progress.

For the rest of the day Wix practised his new skills with his Master. It was only a question of practically implementing the knowledge that was already in his brain, so the work went quickly. Within a few hours he could relieve his Master of almost anything he was carrying. He also discovered that he could defend himself against the man, despite the vast differences in their sizes.

These skills would be put to good use much sooner than either of them anticipated.

To be continued, in one week's time.

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My thanks to JH and Scott for editing.