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

Chapter Four  Avenna

It was on the evening of the second day aboard the barge that Callixtus had
lost his virginity to his master.  When they woke up on the morning of the
third day, they renewed their congress.  Indeed, Magnus did not leave the
cabin for the whole of the day, but fucked his slave boy three more times
before the barge reached its destination that evening.

The mage, despite being in his forties, was very fit and naturally potent.
His magical training and abilities fortified his libido.  Callixtus was of
course as randy as any normal teenage boy, and each time he was fucked he
also ejaculated as well.  He was delighted with the new found pleasures of
their lovemaking and pleased and proud of his hitherto unsuspected
abilities, and the way his master showered him with praise as well as
kisses.  In truth, the boy had a lot to learn, thought Magnus, who
deliberately exaggerated his praise to build up the lad's confidence - but
really, the slave was far too passive, just lying there and taking it.  But
over time, he would be trained to increase his master's pleasure.

Magnus fucked him doggy style on the bed once more but tried different
positions for the other two occasions, fucking him as he lay on his side,
lifting the boy's outer leg, and again while he lay on his back and pushed
his legs apart while he held his knees.  This last fuck gave Callixtus
quite a lot of pain and he shouted out loudly.  Afterwards, the mage
muttered a simple healing incantation and moved his hand in a circular
motion over the boy's belly - Callixtus felt the pain disappear almost
immediately, to be replaced by a pleasing warm tingle.

At one point Callixtus emerged from the cabin to rinse the sweat and sperm
off himself and relieve himself over the side, and noticed quizzical looks
from the sailors.  "Get a good fuck, did you, bum boy?  You must have been
enjoying it - you were making enough noise about it!"  Loud laughter
followed from the other sailors.  With a sense of shocked embarrassment
Callixtus realised that the noise from their energetic lovemaking had been
heard by everyone on the barge.  He was the only one to be shocked -
everyone knew masters liked to fuck their slaves of either sex, if they
were young and attractive, and everyone knew that mages had a particular
liking for pretty boys like Callixtus.  They enjoyed his embarrassment, but
were not in the slightest bit shocked or surprised at what had been
happening.  Many of them would have jumped him themselves, if they had the
chance.

As the barge drew in to the quayside at Avenna, night had already fallen
and the harbour was illuminated with flaming torches set high in bracketed
lamps.  The shouts of the sailors mingled with the weird laughter of
herring gulls roosting on the roofs of the dock buildings - a curious sound
for Callixtus, who had never heard it before.  Another new sensation was
the tang of salt blowing in from the sea, mingling with the smells of tar
and sewage and fish guts.

Master and slave crossed to the dockside, a few of the sailors following
the sight of Callixtus's pert and well-used buttocks with a few ribald
parting remarks.  "We will stay in one of the dockside inns tonight,
Callixtus.  I must see if I can find a ship to take us on the morning tide,
across the Inner Sea.  See those Sassid trading skiffs - notice their fine
sleek lines.  We may be able to get passage on one of those.  Those dark
skinned men in full length loose white robes are the Sassid sailors.  And
further over there I see a couple of Imperial merchant vessels, and a
Cheskan ship too.  Any of those might also suit our purpose."

The dockside was full of life.  Female prostitutes, painted and garishly
dressed, lifted provocative hems to entice passing sailors.  A drunk
stumbled out of a wineshop, vomiting into the gutter.  Sounds of music,
laughter, and loud voices spilled out of the taverns and wine shops along
the harbour front.

Magnus enquired at three inns before finding one with a spare bed.  Early
November was a busy time as the last merchant ships of the season plied the
trade routes, their holds groaning with an abundant harvest, before the
winter storms reduced shipping activity in the Inner Sea.

Magnus sighed with disappointment at the inn they were forced to put up in,
for it was considerably less salubrious than the better establishments,
which were all full.  Avenna was full of military activity: a recent naval
action had seen several pirate ships taken or sunk by the Imperial navy,
and Imperial sailors and marines were everywhere to be seen, noisily
celebrating their victory.

The inn they found was crowded, noisy, and dirty.  Callixtus again felt the
twinge of embarrassment about walking in naked to a room crowded with
people who were all fully clothed, but although some of the sailors leered
lustfully at him, they soon backed away when they realised he was not only
someone else's property, but the property of a mage as well.  Everyone knew
mages were not to be trifled with.  Tempting as it might be to slap
Callixtus's pretty arse or grab that nice pendulous cock, such liberties
could get you turned instantly turned into a frog by the boy's enraged
owner.  Or so it was believed.

The only place they could find a seat was at a small side table in a corner
of a back room which was occupied by a dozen noisy marines in their
distinctive dark blue tunics and leather accoutrements, all drunk and loud,
and engaged in a game of cards.  Magnus eventually got the attention of a
harassed wench who brought them fish stew and sour white wine, though the
bread that came with it was fresh and good.  Magnus ate hurriedly while
Callixtus squatted on the floor at his feet, his back against the wall.

While Magnus ate, Callixtus said, "Master, is that a slave over there? I
haven't seen any others so far".  "I have seen other slaves, my boy, though
you probably didn't notice them as they were old and ugly and so kept
wrapped up.  There were two squatting outside waiting for their masters.  I
recognised them by their slave collars."  "Yes master, but what about that
one over there?"  Callixtus indicated a handsome youth of about sixteen who
was standing at the bar deep in conversation with a strapping sailor.  The
boy had short dark hair, cut in an attractive fashion with a floppy fringe
over his brow, and was naked except for a curious arrangement of black
leather belts.  He had cross straps over his shoulders joining on to a
leather belt round his waist, and a couple of leather straps around his
thighs and above his ankles and on his arms, but apart from that he was
completely naked.  "No Callixtus, that is no slave.  See he does not wear a
collar, and even from this distance you can see that his rather impressive
cock is uncircumcised.  No, he is a rent boy dressed in the customary
clothing of his kind - if you can call it clothing.  It is derived from the
dress of the ancient Phyrgians.  Note how the straps are artfully arranged
to call attention to the boy's more interesting parts."

Magnus, judging by the intent and wolfish gaze he now lent towards the rent
boy, certainly found him interesting - he was well muscled and rather
pretty, and his skin very pale and completely smooth, so that his large
cock and balls hung out nicely from his smooth groin, which were completely
glabrous - just how Magnus liked it.  He glanced down at Callixtus,
squatting on the floor, and made a mental note to have the boy's pubic
thatch depilated as soon as possible.  When he looked back at the rent boy,
it was to see his pert buttocks receding out of the door with the sailor's
arm around his shoulders.  Clearly, he had found a customer.

Magnus finished eating and passed the still half full bowl of stew and
bread down to Callixtus.  "Stay here and eat.  I must go and make enquiries
about a ship.  I will be as quick as I can."

Callixtus was glad of the dark corner and the noise around him; no-one paid
him any attention and as he ate he watched the proceedings with interest.
The noisy card-playing marines were very drunk and very loud.  One of them,
a heavily built man with a livid scar running down his cheek, was clearly
losing heavily.  "Come on sergeant, put in more coin or you are out!" One
of the others said.  "All right, lads, all right, so you bastards have
almost cleaned me out - but I'm prepared to wager my prize from the pirate
ship for you all to enjoy if I lose the next round."

  Amidst hoots and thumps of goblets on the table, the sergeant turned to
speak to one of the other marines who was not playing the game but standing
watching.  The marine went out of a side door and re-appeared with a small
bound captive - clearly a slave, judging by his collar and his nudity, but
obviously of recent capture for he was not yet circumcised.  He was a youth
of about seventeen or eighteen, though rather small of stature and not
looking at all like Callixtus's idea of a pirate.  The young man looked
terrified, and had his hands tied behind his back.  "See here lads" said
the sergeant, grabbing the youth by his dark mop of hair, "this is a taste
of the fun you can have if you accept my wager!"  With one hand still
holding the captive by the hair, with the other he fumbled inside his
leather tunic and took out his large, gnarled, and erect penis, with its
large purple glans gleaming menacingly in the candlelight.  Then he forced
the youth down on to it, and with laughter and shouts of encouragement from
the others proceeded to give him a savage face- fuck.  Within a couple of
minutes he ejaculated copiously into the captive's mouth, then roughly
shoved him to the ground, where he lay sobbing, spitting out the cum which
dribbled from his mouth.

As he lay there, the marines returned to their game, and once again the
sergeant lost.  "OK boys, he's all yours - but don't damage him too much or
I won't get a decent price for him!"  One of the other marines stood up
with a harsh laugh, pulled up his tunic and untugged his breechcloth to
reveal his engorged cock.  Then he forced the captive down so that his back
was on the wine- slicked floor and grabbed him by the ankles, bending his
legs back and apart, and immediately and powerfully thrust himself inside
him.  "By the ancestors, he's got a tight little hole!" he shouted, as he
thrust away, the captive's tears forcing themselves from his tightly closed
eyes as he lay on his back, sperm from the sergeant's cock still dribbling
out of the corner of his mouth.

Callixtus was horrified.  The other marines were egging on their comrade,
and queueing up behind him, fingering their erect penises and telling him
to get a move on while they waited their turn.  The sergeant, who started
singing a drunken shanty, keeled over onto the floor and vomited, then lay
snoring while the first marine finished, and pulled out his dripping cock
to make way for the second one.

Just at that moment Callixtus caught sight of his master, who had just
returned.  The mage's face was contorted with fury.  Although he did not
speak, he turned his gaze on Calllixtus, who felt a stab of fear as he had
never seen the mage look so angry before - even though he knew his anger
was directed at the marines and not at him.  Although Magnus's lips did not
move, nor did he speak, Callixtus suddenly heard his voice very clear
inside his head - there was no doubting it - and with controlled fury and
urgency the voice which only he could hear said -

 "Callixtus, you must close your eyes tight shut and do not open them till
I tell to you".

Callixtus needed no second prompting - the sight of the poor pirate captive
being brutally raped was one he was glad to shut out of his vision.

Exactly what happened next Callixtus was never really sure.  He heard
Magnus speak strange words in a commanding voice and in a language he did
not understand, and then the room fell deathly silent, all except for the
quiet sobbing of the captive.

"You may open your eyes now Callixtus."

As he did, he could see a barely perceptible shiver in the air, like the
heat haze on hard baked earth, and he saw that all of the pirates were
sprawled on the ground, with their eyes open (except for the drunken
sergeant, who snored in stupor still), and their limbs rigid and contorted.

Callixtus scrambled to his feet.  "What did you do, master?"

"I haven't harmed them.  Not as much as they deserve.  The spell will wear
off soon enough.  Come, we must get out of here."

 Just then one of the serving wenches re-entered the room and gave a loud
scream at the sight of all the unconscious marines sprawled around the room
with wide and sightless eyes.  Magnus stooped down and gathered up the
weeping naked captive in his arms.  The captive was small and of slight
build, and Magnus was strong, so he lifted him onto his shoulder with ease,
and carried him out, with Callixtus quickly following.

They were followed too by the shocked and fearful stares of the other
customers, who from a stunned silence now began a low murmuring, directing
keen and unfriendly glances at the mage as he strode from the inn, with the
trembling bundle over his shoulder presenting his naked and leaking rump to
the onlookers.

 "I fear we may have upset His Imperial Majesty's navy.  We had best make
ourselves scarce", said Magnus, as they crossed outside into the dark
street.