Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2000 10:56:30 +0000
From: jgee@coventry.ac.uk
Subject: Boy of magic

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.