Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2016 10:01:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: geoceff.weaver@yahoo.com
Subject: Tapestry: Chapter One

Hello! This is my first submission so please be kind. The usual advisements
apply. This story contains graphic sexual encounters of a homoerotic nature
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 Chapter One

            I felt a strong wind on my face and opened my eyes. I was
flying. "Cool..." Scratch that I was falling. Fast. Towards what, where,
and why I didn't know. All I could see below me were clouds. Fat with rain
and crackling with lightning. "Well shit." I realized then that I was so
cold because I was completely naked. "Well no magick for Geoceff. I knew I
should have paid better attention in my lessons of spellcraft more than I
did." My spellcraft is pretty much only good for creating light to work
by. My real power comes from my one true passion. The textile
arts. Knitting, crocheting, weaving, spinning, sewing. I ran my hands
through my hair hoping to find some fibers to no avail. Not a single strand
of spider silk to make a parachute from.I heard a noise and looked over to
see my familiar, Icarus, a happy accident. I was practicing making stuffed
toys to sell and started with an owl. Unfortunately I didn't have complete
control over my magick at the time and some escaped imbuing the empty husk
with sentience and my more sarcastic nature. A riot of color and texture,
he was flying next to me and I could hear his voice, This is why you should
have chosen a different specialty. A shapeshifter, perhaps. Or a wizard
instead of a mage so you could make me bigger. "Thanks ever so much, Lord
Ass-hat!" I retorted. I held out my hand and hoped that my desperation
would make this work. "Grow," I command him but the spell fizzles. He gave
me an undignified squawk before coasting away. "Thanks for the assist, you
bastard!" I looked back to the clouds below me, hoping this was a dream and
that the clouds would catch me in a warm fluffy bed. Nope. Fun fact for the
day; clouds are wet and cold. Like freezing-fucking cold. And yes, they
have the same affect on your junk that jumping into the ocean
would. Shrinkage is never fun, my friends. Especially in the face of
inevitable death.I burst through the other side and I was right. Rain and
thunder and lightning. My hair was undoubtedly a hot-fucking-mess at that
point. I peered through the storm and start to panick. I'm going to land
dead center on the roof of the lighthouse where I live. Impaling myself on
the lightning rod my teacher had installed last summer."Fuck me
running. Really?! We had to put up the stupid rod to collect lightning for
power instead of a windmill. Thanks, Gracelyn." I ran my hands through my
hair searching for even a single fiber that I might have missed before to
no avail. "Son of a bitch." I shifted my gaze back to my impending
impalement when I hear a sharp "PEEP" in my ear and wake up. Icarus has
lovingly arranged his stash of dead rodents around my pillow and ever so
gently woke me so I can show my appreciation. I don't know why he hunts
them. He can't eat them."Thanks, Ick. That's really nice but you can keep
them." I gather up the dessicated, furry corpses and throw them out the
window. He follows them after squawking at me for ruining his
artwork. "Love you too..." I wash my hands and try to get a few more winks
before-"Geoceff! It's that glorious time again!" Gracelyn called up to me
from downstairs. "Dawn Patrol, young man! You have ten minutes before I
send Sparky up to motivate you." "Ugh." Dawn Patrol is what I
affectionately call our morning exercises. No matter the time we start it's
always thirty minutes of meditation followed by yoga until the sun fully
clears the horizon. One time I got caught with my hands in Gracelyn's mage
kit when I was just a kid. I unwittingly released her familiar, Sparky. A
smallish ball of pure lightning. He's basically a supercharged cat fond of
weaving between one's legs and leaving your hair standing literally
straight up. My punishment for such an infraction was Dawn Patrol from
midnight to sun up. I got off lightly. Most familiars would kill anyone who
tampered with their master's kit. NEVER touch a mage's kit without
permission. Especially if that mage is a Weather Witch with a penchant for
storms.With a heavy sigh I got my pasty ass out of bed, shuffled over to
the bathroom to perform the morning's necessities. Brush teeth, piss, wash
hands and face, brush hair. My shower could wait until after Patrol. I
finished the dregs of last night's tea. "Buugh! Lemon. Cold. Gross." Such a
wordsmith am I in the mornings.I made my way down the spiral staircase into
the kitchen grabbing a pair of knitting needles at random to put my
reddish-gold hair up in a messy top-knot. I have a long undercut that
reached well past my shoulders. I usually have yarn, ribbon beads, and
tassels braided into it. Gracelyn hands me a mug of steaming black tea with
blueberries, pomegranate seeds and honey. "You are a beautiful sight this
morning." I breathe in the scents letting them accelerate my
waking-up-process."Aww thanks! I do try." Grace is far too happy in the
mornings."You succeed but I was talking to the tea." I tend to be surly and
mean before the sun rises."You're an ass. Speaking of you might want to
cover your shame unless you want a burnt butt," she fired back.I glance
down to a sea of hairless pale skin and a small, trimmed bush surrounding
my manhood. "Mmmm. Yeah." I shuffle back up to my room sipping my morning
brew and let my clothes dress me. Wide legged, drawstring
trousers. Linen. Lilac. As for my torso I was barely covered with a knitted
lace cardigan worn open over my otherwise bare torso. Mid-calf length with
wide, bell sleeves. Baby alpaca wool and silk blend. Fifty/fifty. Hunter
green, amethyst, sky blue, salmon pink, and warm yellow. "Soft. Good." I
shrug my shoulders and finish my tea as I leave the house for the training
area. I set my mug down and start to stretch."My my. Aren't we colorful
this morning?" Grace greets me with a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Good
morning handsome! It's a beautiful day!""I was inspired. Go eclectic or go
home." I return her hug, "And it isn't day yet. We haven't greeted the
sun. KOALA!" I wrap my arms and legs tight around her and allow my full
weight to fall on her. She jabs at my sides tickling me."Are you awake now?
Good. Let's begin." We start our meditation. Grace in Lotus pose, me in
Child's pose. After our allotted meditation time she leads me through the
different poses and positions. Making corrections even though she is facing
away from me. The winds tell her what is surrounding her. I can do a
similar trick where I extend out threads so thin they are invisible to the
naked eye to create a web with which I can see the world around me. I
cannot, however, perform single handstands, walk, or even talk when doing
it. I'm amazed that Gracelyn hasn't gone crazy for the constant influx of
information. Maybe she ignores it, or is used to it, or is actually
completely bonkers. Either way she is awe-inspiring."Geoceff. Quit staring
at me and drooling. Correct your posture or you'll have to fix the leaks in
the roof while I take your place at the market." Yeah. She's definitely
insane. We finish Dawn Patrol, Grace with the Eagle and I with the
Tree. "Okay! Time for breakfast. Last one inside has to cook!" She got a
head start because I didn't see that she was already levitating on a
spinning disc of air."Fine. You want to cheat, I'll cheat, too." I focus my
mana on her clothes, lift one hand in the air and grab the back of her
shirt. Her wind top dissipates as she falls flat on her back. As I'm racing
past she trips me with a leg sweep and I go sprawling in the dirt. I reach
out again and toss a ribbon I had hidden up my sleeve (quite literally) and
it wraps around her ankles tripping her and making any other attempts to
beat me in our childish race futile. Or so I thought. I neglected to bind
her hands as well allowing her to hit me with a lightning bolt just strong
enough to temporarily paralyze me and break my concentration on the ribbon,
thus freeing her. Just as the muscles in my legs stop spasming I look up to
see her standing in the doorway smiling like a cat who cornered a
particularly plump mouse."Ha! I win!" She says with triumphant glee. "You
have to cook and no oatmeal or rabbit food today. I want eggs and bacon and
potatoes.""Okay fine. But first, just because I like to eat healthily from
time to time is no reason to mock me. I'll have the last laugh when your
age catches up to you and you have clogged arteries and are a fat, haggard
witch. Secondly, inflated ego is such an ugly color on you. You should wear
it more often." I duck inside before she can smack me and get to
cooking. Everything in the house is super low because Gracelyn is
short. Like really short. Like five feet and three-quarters of an inch
short and she's really petite, too. She lived here for such a long time,
sixty-eight years to be exact and yet she looks no older than thirty,
before I came around so rather than buy a few step ladders like any sane
person would do she decided it would be more practical to have every
surface and cabinet and doorway shortened to her height and width so now
when I'm transfixed by a new pattern I'm trying to perfect and write out or
have a stitch I don't quite understand I tend to catch my forehead or
shoulders or hips on everything. After a hearty breakfast, which finished
off our supply of breakfast foods, I gathered my basket and headed to
market. "I'm heading out""Don't forget the bacon! And the eggs! And the
whisky!""What do we need whisky for?" puzzled because Gracelyn never
drinks. She gets upset when I splurge and buy a bottle of cheap wine."To
drink! You are almost out of your apprenticeship, young man. When that day
comes we shall celebrate!"I had forgotten that the next day was my
twenty-third birthday. At which time I would have to leave Gracelyn for a
year and a day to prove my mettle as a fully fledged practitioner of
magick. An ancient and archaic tradition, especially because our kind has
been mostly wiped out by the Hunter King's need to prove he is the most
powerful man in the world.Hunters hate magical creatures and those who
practice magick because of some long feud starting so many ages ago that
nobody remembers why or how it got started, merely that it did. And despite
their hatred they use magickal artifacts to hunt, imprison, torture, and
eventually kill those they seek. It never has made any sense but it is they
way the world is and always has been.Shaking myself out of my reverie, I
looked at the list she had pinned to the basket and smiled. "Eggs, flour,
sugar, milk, butter... A cake. She is making me a cake." Gracelyn was big
on birthdays. She refused to let one be skipped or missed and they were
always big affairs. She cooked enough food for an army and despite the fact
that we were tolerated by the local village only for her ability to bring
rain or re-direct lightning any my wares that brought traders and merchants
from far off lands, I had a fair number of acquaintances in the
village. Mostly teenagers and young adults who were rebelling against the
oldsters. They didn't particularly care for me but as long as their
association with me irritated their elders, they would always pay a call on
our lighthouse. I suspected some of them were sweet on Gracelyn,
too. Little do they know she is well into her fifties.Mages, wizards,
witches. Sorcerers and sorceresses. Any practitioner of the magickal arts
lived long, beautiful lives. We rarely take ill and when we do it is an
illness of our magick itself. Either using too much to the point of
exhaustion and death or too little to the point of burning from within, we
live a life that must be in balance.I donned an orange, wide-brimmed hat
with a point on top and a loose shirt woven of linen and painted with
delicate peonies and mumms in varying colors under my cardigan and gathered
my staff, a six-foot knitting needle carved of iron-wood with a lead core
and titanium capped point. I didn't plan on encountering trouble at the
market but then again, nobody ever plans on catching trouble while
shopping."Trying to catch the eye of a certain gentlemen, Mr. Weaver?" She
cackled as I replied with a rude hand gesture, still walking away. Despite
this I still blushed deeply as I walked away. I was looking forward to my
weekly trip to market for I would get the chance to chat with Callixtus,
the handsome lad who sold precious gemstones and pearls at the market on
Sundays. He gathered them on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Cut and
polished them on Thursday and friday to sell them on Saturday. Sundays he
was free to do as he pleased which was usually to walk through the woods
with me.As was my norm on my way to the village I was to meet one of them
men from the village in secret in the woods later that night. And as was
the norm he left a small pouch of silver coins for me to find. What was not
the norm was him actually waiting there for me.  I don't mind whoring
myself out for extra cash. It is an easy way to support myself on the
road. Besides. I enjoy myself during the work and I happen to be very good
at it. This specific arrangement has been going on since my eighteenth
birthday. When I finally became of age.Morrick first approached me in a
false drunken stupor. He kept blathering on about how I was such a pretty
girl and pretending he was too drunk to notice I was a boy. I sucked his
cock for the first time that night and he paid me. Not for the sexual act,
but rather for my silence. He needn't have paid me. He's a handsome man and
I wouldn't have blabbed to his wife either way."Morrick. You usually prefer
the cover of night. less chance for you pretty wife or any of the other
villagers to see what you do when they are not looking." I said to the
village's master blacksmith. it was Morrick and his twin brother Alphonse
who had presented me with my staff. In secret of course. Alphonse was the
village's master woodcarver. They both had beautiful wives whom the other
villages looked to for guidance. They both were awful harpies and only
spoke ill of Gracelyn and I so I felt little remorse performing their
wifely duties for them. Morrick and Alphonse had always been kind to me
despite the poison dripping from their wives' mouths."It's been too long,
witch." He spat the word out like an insult, which it was, but I didn't
mind. It was our normal roleplay. He is the Hunter and I am his captive
witch. "I couldn't wait to feel my cock slide into that silken throat of
yours. Elise hasn't let me touch her in over a fortnight and my balls full
to bursting!" He whimpered in desperation. "Well we wouldn't want you to be
distracted at your work and accidentally crush your hand with an ill-aimed
hammer blow, now would we?" I purred at him enticingly. We walked further
into the woods until we came to a large redwood, the largest in the area by
far, and walked around it until we were on the other side of the tree from
the path. To our surprise a figure was waiting in the shadows."Brother?"
Morrick called confusedly. Apparently neither knew what the other did with
me on warm, moonlit nights in the woods. "Alphonse, what are you doing
here?""The same thing I assume you are doing. Paying this beautiful
witch-boy for sex because your wife is a frigid bitch who refuses to please
your primal desires.""I hope you boys don't expect me to run a two for one
special. No discounts for the services I provide." I coyly said with a wink
and a smile. I stabbed my staff firmly in the ground and placed my hat on
top. I started to undo my hair from its coil but Alphonse stopped me."Allow
me, witch." With deft fingers he unbound my hair from behind me allowing
the loose strands and braids alike to cascade down my back. He wrapped his
arms around me and roughly ripped my shirt open, scattering the flower
shaped buttons on the forest floor. I reached with my magic for both of
their clothes and parted the fronts allowing their hard, dripping cocks
into the open air. Morrick's balls were indeed over-full, each the size of
a child's fist, and my mouth watered at the sight of them."Well now this
just isn't fair," Morrick commented. "Here we are all exposed and you're
still looking too modest." He whipped out a wicked looking dagger and
proceeded to cut my pants off. I was then completely bare save the linen
bandages on my arms and legs. At that point Alphonse finally got a little
rough with me. Both were strongly built though Morrick had more muscle,
Alphonse was taller by six inches. With brown hair, strong brows, and jaws,
they were heartbreakers. Alphonse roughly bent me over and started lapping
at my quivering hole causing me to moan in pleasure. "Can't be letting the
young witch-whore have all the pleasure, now can we, brother?" Morrick
asked of Alphonse."No we certainly can't," came the smug reply. My hole
contracted with the feel of his breath cooling the saliva coating my
ass. "Why don't you do something about that incessant moaning. His begging
is annoying me." With that Morrick opened my mouth, spat in it to make it
more wet, and rammed his cock in. He expected me to resist so I did, and
"accidentally" scraped my teeth on his sensitive member."Watch the teeth,
witch-scum." He slapped me not too roughly and continued to pump in and out
of my throat. Letting up every once in awhile to let me
breathe. "Here. This will help prevent from any future injury." He produced
a metal ring covered in leather with leather straps. He roughly forced it
into my mouth just behind my front teeth and strapped it tightly behind my
head. He gently slid his cock back in all the way to the base. It kept my
mouth open making it easier for me to focus on massaging his head with my
throat muscles. This also allowed him to skull-fuck me without
impunity. His full, heavy balls smacking my chin with surprising
weight.While this had been going on his twin had been alternating between
using and combining the use of his mouth, tongue, and finger to loosen and
relax the muscles in my ass. This was more for my benefit than theirs as
they didn't really want to cause me pain. They needn't have bothered,
though as I usually sleep with an anal plug inserted and use the dildos
that Alphonse carved for me and their cousin, another of my clients named
Timon, the glass maker blew for me. I nearly said as much but I rather
liked the moments of tenderness they showed me.By this time my cock was
rock hard and leaking precum in a steady stream. "Waste not, want not."
Alphonse said gathering the fluid and mixing it with his own to form a
lubrication on my winking hole. "Fuck that is a beautiful sight. Brace
yourself, Witchling." he grabbed a fist full of my hair and gently pulled
on it causing me to whimper in pain. He swirled the head of his pulsating
cock around twice before easing in. With a drawn out moan he slid inside of
me until his cock was fully sheathed in my tight ass. I started gently
contracting the walls of my ass, gradually becoming stronger and stronger
until he was gasping for breath. Only when he pulled on my hair again did I
obediently sease massaging his cock. He started to slide in and out slowly
and softly at first but eventually he was fucking me with such force and
speed it was all I could do to remain on my hands and knees. It as only
then that I realized why they were so silent. The two twins were
passionately embraced and kissing one another with fervor. Anyone else
would have found this display of incest revolting but for me it was the
most erotic thing I could ever have imagined. With an incredible force of
will I did not orgasm just then.Morrick then noticed the shaking in my arms
and legs. "Brother, let us change places so we might give our pet here a
break.""But of course. We can't have him collapsing when he is at
market. The others will become suspicious." With that decided, they both
removed their cocks from my body and Morrick nealt on the ground
beckoning. I still had the metal ring in my mouth and moved to take it off
but Alphonse slapped me with his cock. His balls, like his brother, were
swollen with unreleased cum. "None of that now, Witchling. I wouldn't want
you to accidentally bite me." He admonished with a smirk and a wink. Like
his brother, Alphonse was uncircumcised and his cock was at least nine
inches long. They both had neatly trimmed bushes of hair surrounding their
cocks and balls. I crawled on my hands and knees toward Morrick with a look
of reverent longing in my eyes. "That's it, you filthy witch. Beg for
Morrick's cock." He looked at me and spat in my face. I moved to wipe it
away but he slapped my hand from my face. "Leave it, slut." I could only
nod as I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and licked down his shaft,
smelling the clean scent of his bush, and worked my way up his torso to
lick on his nipple while tweaking the right one. He moaned in pleasure and
pain as I pinched the delicate flesh. Sadly, I knew both of their bodies
and what brought them pleasure as well as what caused pain, better than
their wives. Morrick brought my face to his, slid the gag down, and kissed
me with such passion I was taken aback. He had never showed such an
intimate gesture to my person before. Only dominance and longing. He
stroked my face gently before slapping it again and placing the gag back in
my mouth.He looked deeply into my eyes, "Come, witch. Ride daddy's cock."
That was all the invitation I needed. I straddled his lap and slowly
allowed him into my warm cunt. His cock pressed heavily against some hidden
spot in me causing my body to be wracked with spasms of pleasure. "That's
right, little witch-faggot. We've never used this angle, have we. You don't
know that there is a spot within your little cunt that causes you
mind-numbing pleasure. Al, come use his drool for something other than
wetting my shirt."Alphonse removed his pants and positioned himself with
his cock resting on my lower lip, flicking it down and releasing it. "He
really is a pretty thing, isn't he, Brother?""Yes. He is that. No bend over
him a little. Let me get at that tight ring of yours." All I heard then was
Morrick's muffled moans and Alphonse's whimpers as he buried his cock in
the warmth of my throat and his brother taunted and teased his
hole. Thankfully I only had to focus on moving my hips, swirling around his
thick cock as Alphonse had taken control of my head. Using me as the sex
toy I allowed them to make me into. Saliva and precum were flowing down my
throat. Me in a state of pure sexual bliss. But the woodcarver could only
take so much stimulation before he was near climax."Brother!" He gasped out
as he slid his cock from my mouth. "I am getting close to cumming." He took
the gag off of me."Might I suggest something, daddy?" My queerie was
directed to Morrick. "You should lie down so Uncle can fuck me at the same
time. Won't that be fun?" "My my. Aren't you the inventive little
cum-hungry slut." Morrick reclined on the soft grass and I rested on top of
him glad for the brief rest. Alphonse positioned himself behind us on his
knees, straddling his brothers straightened legs. He aligned his cock with
my already tenanted ass and slowly forced his way in. I would have cried
out in pain but he had wrapped an arm around my throat cutting off my
air. When he was finally all the way in he and his brother started a
rhythm. As one would pull out the other would slide in. I was completely
wrong before. This was complete sexual nirvana. I knew I would have been
moaning and whimpering like a little bitch if not for Uncle's arm around my
throat. He and Daddy were making out again, tongues lashing about like two
slick eels fighting for dominance. Their rhythm had picked up speed and
force driving all three of us to moan intelligibly.I was the first to reach
orgasm followed immediately by both brothers at the same time. "Fuck! I'm
going to cuuummmm!" I screamed out as my cock exploded with what seemed to
be gallons of my cum, sweet from eating mainly fruits and vegetables. The
force of my orgasm caused my ass to contract on the twin's cocks which then
pushed them over the edge. They both roared and came so forcefully I could
actually feel each rope of cum as they rocketed from their cocks. We lay
there, all three of us panting, covered in sweat and cum. Morrick surprised
me again by licking the cum off of my face and gently passing it to my
mouth with his tongue. Alphonse started to pull out first with a hiss but I
stopped him. "Wait," I pulled the metal plug that Morrick forged for me
with a flower pressed into the base. "Put this in first. I want to carry
you both with me." He complied and right as he pulled his and his brother's
cocks out of my stretched hole he swiftly slipped the plug in sealing their
loads to mix inside my ass."Witchling. Would you mind cleaning my brother
off? I seems he is unable to move at present." I immediately got to work
lapping up my spunk. As I was about to swallow, Morrick placed a finger to
my chin. he positioned my mouth on his and invited me to share my cum with
him.He swallowed and smiled, "The cum of mages is so much sweeter than that
of mortal men. Come, have a taste, brother." Alphonse was there
immediately, feverishly licking his brother's torso until it was nearly
clean. He also shared the cum with Morrick. They passed it back and forth
so much it sloppily ran down their chins mixed with their spittle. they
looked at me and invited me into their passionate embrace. I scooped up the
last of my cum and even squeezed a few more precious drops from my
softening cock and kissed them both. Our tongues lashed against one another
and our cocks twitched and pulsated every time they brushed one
another."That was truly incredible, Geoceff. I thank you for sharing your
body with my brother and me." Morrick whispered in my ear as I nuzzled into
his neck. Now that the roleplay was over he was back to being his normal,
sweet self. Alphonse had always called me Witchling ever since I was ten
and first came to the village for Gracelyn to do the shopping."I think we
had better get him dressed and back on the road before young, Callixtus
starts to worry." Alphonse commented wryly as he pulled his trousers
on. "Witchling, Would you mind repairing our clothes, and maybe making them
release the stains?""Of course! That's easy enough. If only you'll help me
find the buttons to my shirt? Not all of them have thread remaining
attached." I had already fixed the rips and holes in their clothes and had
started on my own. The stains fell of like water on oiled cloth. I changed
my pants into a skirt with slits all the way up to the waist on the
sides. My shirt I repaired but left unbuttoned. I left my hair unbound and
gathered my hat and staff. They both came up to me, each kissed me on a
cheek and pinched my buttox. With a squeak I returned their kisses and
watched them leave."That skirt looks mighty sexy on you, Witchling. You
should not be ashamed to wear clothes others might deem too feminine."
Alphonse called to me."Yeah! Fuck what they say!" Morrick added "I will
miss them when I leave. They are really the only other people besides
Callixtus who treat me as if I matter." I straightened and walked in the
opposite direction they went, towards the path, and resumed my trek to the
village with a bounce in my step. "Ghost anal. How I love thee."