Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2013 19:25:10 +0000
From: Magnus Seagreen <seagreenmagnus@outlook.com>
Subject: Magnus the Mage 3

Chapter Three   The Great River

The Inn of the General Gracchus was on the outskirts of a town which stood
along the lower reaches of the Great River.  This originated in the hills
of the far north of the Empire, and after proceeding southwards for several
hundred miles, then angled eastwards, eventually to flow into the Inner
Sea. This is where Magnus was bound, for it was his intention that he and
his slave would seek a sea going vessel in the port of Avenna, which stood
at the mouth of the river, for a voyage to a destination he did not reveal.

This he explained to Callixtus in the first proper conversation they had so
far had, as the mage sat in the small guest cabin of a large and ungainly
river barge filled with grain which was drifting slowly east along the
River, helped by the current but somewhat impeded by a cold north wind.
The cabin was ordinarily the captain's but he had easily been persuaded to
give it up in exchange for an additional payment.  The journey was expected
to take three days.

Although the weather had turned uncomfortably cold outside, especially for
Callixtus in his state of total nudity, the cabin was fairly snug and had a
small wood-burning stove.  Magnus invited Callixtus to sit on the bed while
he occupied the captain's battered wicker armchair.  Callixtus was pleased
and somewhat awed to be spoken to in this manner.  Never before had a
social superior talked to him in such an open, friendly and solicitous
manner.  Indeed, so engaging was the mage's polite manner, so interesting
his conversation, and so melodious the pleasing tones of his voice, that
Callixtus almost forgot that this was a master talking to his slave.

As for his part, Magnus enjoyed having a ready listener, especially one as
comely as the slave boy, who was sitting cross legged on the bed and
leaning forward slightly with a look of close attention on his face.
Magnus enjoyed the sight of his eager face and blue eyes, and the silver
sigil and wolf tooth charm which dangled from the thin necklace around his
neck and betokened his ownership by the mage.  These items were of course
the only items of decoration the boy wore - and yes, Magnus enjoyed too the
sight of the boy's smooth pale skin, and the large flaccid member nestling
in the crook of his legs as he held his hands on the tops of his knees.

They spent many hours talking together as the barge slid slowly eastwards.
Sometimes the mage spoke about the Empire and its customs, explaining all
about the history of the places they were passing on the river bank,
enlivened with anecdotage, some of which was of a humorous or scabrous
nature.  Callixtus was entranced; his world vision had been very narrowly
circumscribed prior to this, although even now much of what Magnus said
passed over his head.

The mage also quizzed the boy about his own origins, but discovered he
could remember very little about his early life prior to being purchased by
the Lady Domitia, only confused recollections of mounds of naked female
flesh, and being petted and comforted by lots of different women,
presumably his mother amongst them - although he could not separate them
clearly in his memory.

After asking him some searching questions, Magnus said "You were probably
born in a brothel, or perhaps in the harem of some wealthy merchant.  It is
the custom of those in that situation to be kept until the age of five or
six till they can be sold, usually into domestic service.  As to your
ethnic origins, it is hard to say....your blue eyes suggest you are not of
Samnite stock, but perhaps from one of the northern tribes subject to the
empire.  You are not blond enough to be one of the barbarians from the
islands in the northern seas, but you could perhaps be an Ugrian from the
eastern marches...I suppose we will never know.  Circumcision is a painful
and memorable process, and yet you have no memory of it.  This suggests you
were circumcised before the age of two, and that you were therefore almost
certainly born into slavery."

The crew of the barge were Rivermen, a distinct ethnic type found the
length and breadth of the Great River, but rarely very far from it.  They
were of middling height , and somewhat hairier and swarthier than the
generality of races within the Empire.  They wore rough woollen tunics and
sheepskins and sported red Phyrgian caps, which were the distinctive mark
of the Rivermen.  Apart from the captain, all were barefoot, and most were
bearded.  Hard working and taciturn, they mostly ignored their passengers,
though one or two gave sidelong ogling glances to the pert buttocked naked
slave boy.

Magnus had of course checked out all of the crew as well, but none of them
caught his interest.  His preference was for smooth youthful beauty, not
hairy bearded men.  (And like all mages, he had no sexual interest in
women, being forbidden from marriage by the rules of his order). The only
beardless youngster amongst the crew had a big beak of a nose and a cast in
one eye, so there was nothing here to set the mage's heart racing.
Certainly not compared to the constant presence of his lovely naked slave.

Magnus occasionally spoke with the captain but generally avoided the rest
of the crew as they avoided him.  The sailors were careful to avoid
speaking to Callixtus - it wouldn't do to attempt intimacy with someone
else's property, especially with the property of a mage - but some of the
more morose sailors muttered at him for getting underfoot while he was
scrubbing Magnus's linen on deck.

Doing the laundry was just about the only domestic task he had to
perform. This happened on their second day on the river.  Magnus explained
that he wished his white linen to be laundered once a week, and his linen
breechcloths to be washed every other day.  Fuller's soap and a scrubbing
brush were borrowed from the crew and Callixtus drew up river water to
scrub the clothes on deck.  Magnus sat below naked while this happened;
indeed he spent the whole of the second day on board in this state, for it
took a long time for his freshly laundered tunic to dry out, pegged about
by the stove in the small cabin.

Callixtus was slightly unnerved at the sight of Magnus sitting in the nude
in the wicker chair and watching him as he moved about the rather
restricted space trying to hang up the washing. He was used to his own
nudity of course but to have his master naked so close by reminded him
uncomfortably of the night before last, and watching his master plough the
arse of Lepidus the innkeeper's servant.

Callixtus, it should be said, was entirely virginal.  This was rather
unusual for a slave, especially a slave as pretty as he was.  This was
because his former mistress, the elderly and frail Lady Domitia, had long
since gone past the age when her heart beat more quickly at the sight of a
handsome naked youth - if indeed it ever had.  She had in any case been far
too snobbish to ever contemplate a slave as a sexual partner - it was
unthinkable for a high born woman to have relations with a slave (for high
born men it was another matter - but Lady Domitia's husband had died before
Callixtus was bought).  There were a number of free born maidservants in
Domitia's household, but all far too old and respectable to look at
Callixtus.  The same was true of the withered up old major domo.  As for
the other staff who came into contact with the estate, none of them had any
interest in Callixtus, nor he in them.

There had been one brief exception - a young slave boy with red hair and
freckles who was owned by the baker and often made deliveries to the villa.
Although he was younger than Callixtus he was far bolder and let it be
known, on the occasions when they encountered each other, exactly what he
would like to do to Callixtus, and what he would like Callixtus to do him -
with many associated ribald remarks even including grabbing his erect
member and tugging it - till the major domo sent him away with a clip round
the ear - for like all young male slaves, the baker's boy was perpetually
nude except for his slave collar. Callixtus had been confused and shocked
but also excited and intrigued, and had more or less made up his mind that
he would like to take things further the next time the young red head
called round - but alas he never saw him again, for the baker, tiring of
his impudence and his readiness in presenting his rump to be shagged by
pretty much anyone who fancied it - finally lost patience and sold him to
the mines.

"Well, Callixtus, I fear my clothes will be a long time drying, but you
seem to have done a very thorough job - I thank you."  Callixtus blushed.
He was still unused to being thanked for his services - nobody usually
thanked a slave for anything.

"I think now you have washed my clothes you should wash yourself -
thoroughly - but use this soap, not the rough fuller's soap you used for
the laundry" - Magnus handed him a yellow cake smelling of lemons, quite
unlike anything Callixtus had seen before - "and be sure to drink this.  It
will take about ten minutes to have an effect, and then you will need to
use the slop bucket.  Make sure you clean yourself thoroughly afterwards,
mind."  So saying, the mage handed the boy a small green flask.

Twenty minutes lighter, Callixtus returned to the cabin and stood squeaky
clean and empty and shivering from the north wind and the cold river water,
but gradually feeling warmth return to his limbs from the cabin stove.
Magnus had stoked the stove up to dry out his recently washed clothes,
which steamed gently.  Callixtus noticed straight away that Magnus's cock
was rigid, and with one hand he was applying some of the same gel he had
used on Lepidus.  Here it comes, thought the slave boy, I was wondering
when we would get to this....

Without a word, Magnus gestured to the bed.  Callixtus, the scene with the
handsome innkeeper's boy two nights ago still firmly printed on his mind,
climbed on the bed and carefully presented his rump.  He found he was
trembling slightly with fear but also with excitement at the new experience
he knew he was about to undergo.  Magnus climbed up behind him and placed a
pillow under his belly.  He reached underneath the boy to grab and fondle
his cock, which he noted with satisfaction was already rock hard and
drooling pre-cum.

Magnus was well practised in the sexual arts and gently coaxed and
instructed Callixtus throughout; as a lover, he was gentle and considerate,
but nevertheless Callixtus jerked his head up with a shout of pain as the
slicked head of the mage's cock entered his virgin boy cherry.  Magnus left
it there for nearly two minutes to acclimatise the boy, then gradually
pushed in deeper till Callixtus could feel the pulsating of the mage's
turgid cock in his back passage.  He felt a momentary pleased satisfaction
as he said to himself "who would have thought I could get that monster
inside me!"  In truth Magnus was no monster, being six and a half inches in
length, but he was a respectable girth and Callixtus was of course a
virgin, now being ploughed for the first time.

As Magnus started thrusting, slowly at first but gathering pace, his balls
slapped against the boy's bum cheeks and the pain for Callixtus became so
intense that he cried out aloud.  Magnus could have stopped and performed a
simple act of magic to take away the pain, but despite being a kind and
compassionate man he was only human and this was no time to stop.  He gave
a loud cry himself and suddenly Callixtus felt the mage's seed flooding
deep inside him.  With a judder, Magnus fell full length across the boy and
gently rolled him on his side.  They both lay panting for a while, and then
Magnus drew out his cock, slippery with gel and cum.

"I notice, dear boy, that just as I have flooded your delicious little arse
with my seed, so you too have soaked my bed with your own gushing love
juice.  You naughty little thing."  It was true.  Callixtus was flushed
with exertion and shame.  "Don't worry, sweet thing.  I like nothing better
than bathing in boy juice."  And Magnus turned the boy's head towards his
own, kissing him full on the lips, and inserting his tongue into the mouth
of the startled slave.  Fucked and French kissed - two new experiences.
And as they lay in each other's arms, Magnus nibbled his ear through his
shaggy brown locks and whispered endearments to the boy, complimenting him
on his peformance.  "From now on," said Magnus, "no more sleeping on the
floor for you.  I want you to share my bed."

The pain in Callixtus's arse was replaced by a dull throb, a not unpleasant
reminder of the shafting he had received.  Proud and happy that he had made
his master happy, and nearly as shocked by the offer to share his master's
bed as he was by the thorough rogering he had just received, Callixtus fell
into a deep and contented sleep.