Wizards
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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Chapter 8
NIGHT IN SEGOVIA

Nick lay on Tom’s body and gently licked his nipples.  His tongue swirled around Tom’s dime-sized nipples, causing them to slowly become erect like little penises.  Nick then lowered his mouth to kiss and lick Tom’s abdomen.  Still lower it went on its voyage of exploration and arousal.  Tom was moaning in delight and beginning to writhe in anticipation of the joy to come.

Nick now reached the shaft of Tom’s manhood and began to lick the underside of the erect tool. 

“Do it, Nick, suck my dick.  Eat my tool.  Bite my meat! Oh, Oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH! I’m gonna……..,” Here Nick backed off, and gently pulled Tom’s ball-sack down, causing his lover to retreat from the edge of the cataract of joy that was to come. 

Nick now raised himself up and lubricating his butt cheeks, pucker, and chute with some olive oil, he lowered himself on to Tom’s throbbing cock. 

“I’m going to ride your pole,” Nick said, “so fill me with your milk, wash my body with your joy juice.  Shoot your…..  OHHH, FUCK ME, STUD, FUCK ME.  SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN MY ASS!”

As Tom ejaculated into Nick’s waiting love chute, Nick shot his load all over Tom’s lower body, his chest, and even into Tom’s waiting mouth.

Many times that night the lovers explored, enjoyed, and ejaculated their love in every orifice they could think of.

As dawn was breaking they finally fell asleep, arms, legs, and lips, entwined.

* * * *

(Author’s Note: Before beginning the next part of this chapter, it may be well to review a point of Wizard Law.  Readers may remember that Nick and Tom, and Hank and Rod before them, had vowed to be faithful Life Partners, forsaking all others, cleaving only to each other.  Wizard Law was very strict on this point.  If any wizard was unfaithful to his partner, he lost his magical powers, and became a mortal, subject to all the ills from which mortals suffered.  Even under duress, a wizard was supposed to face pain, torture, and even death before allowing himself to engage in sexual relations with anyone than his partner.

The intent of this draconian law was to ensure the sanctity of the commitment.  Few wizards had ever been unfaithful to their partners, and certainly none in the last three centuries.

If that law is understood, let us proceed with the story.  It is a few weeks after Nick and Tom had committed to each other).

MORNING

Hank woke up to a delightful sensation.  As he drifted up out of the arms of Morpheus he felt…, yes, someone was nuzzling and licking his shaft and ball sack. 

“Good morning, Lover.  You could not have picked a nicer way to wake me up,” he said to Rod.

“Hi yourself, stud.  I woke up with a grungy feeling in my mouth,” Rod smiled.  “I thought I would engage in some oral hygiene and use some of that special creamy tooth paste you have.”

“That’s probably a good idea, Rod.  As a matter of fact, I was thinking my teeth could use some of that tooth whitener you are so good at producing.  Why don’t you scoot your body around, and we can take care of each other at the same time!”

In no time at all, the two lovers, fully erect, were busily engaged in licking, kissing, swirling their tongues, and sucking each other’s stiff tools.

“I love you, Rod.  I just want to fuck your face, while you fuck mine,” said Hank.

“And I love you too, Hank.  I would rather die than be parted from you,” Rod replied.

After mind-blowing and ball-blowing mutual orgasms, the two well endowed wizards drifted back to sleep,

FOG

The night had been balmy and Hank and Rod had slept with the windows open.  Now, in their after-glow of glorious sex, and the little sleep that comes to many of us after ejaculatory exultation, they were unaware of a mysterious greenish-yellowish cloud that was drifting towards the window.

Closer and closer the poisonous cloud came, and as it slowly swirled and eddied into the room, it covered the two men’s faces and filled their nostrils with a narcotic that drove them deeper into-not sleep-but a coma.

Ropes appeared at the window, hanging down from the roof, and then three figures, swung from the ropes into the room, and landed lightly on their feet.  Clothed in black from head to toe, with ski masks covering their faces, they were unrecognizable until one of them said “Alright, Hurtt, get the blanket and wrap it around Rod, then tie him into it, so he cannot move.  Payne, you keep watch on that bastard Hank Peters.  Make sure he doesn’t move.”

“Yes, Malik.  I understand.  We are not to hurt either of these buggers,” Payne replied.  “We know the Dark Wizard doesn’t want either one of them hurt—yet! Heh, heh!”

Malik sat down at the table and wrote a note to Hank. 

“Hank Peters, if you want to see your Wizard Butt-Fuck again, come to Flamboy Manor tonight.  Come alone.  If you come to the entrance to the maze, you must find your way to the house.  If you make a mistake coming through the maze you will pay for it, and so will your little cock-sucking friend.  P.S.: Just a clue to help you: Remember why Rod wouldn’t dance with you at Nick and Tom’s Reception.  So, up yours, Ass-hole.  (signed) Malik Flamboy.”

The three wizards picked up Rod, and moving to the window, grabbed the ropes and swung from the window to the ground, where the three of them bundled the still unconscious Rod into a carriage and drove away.

* * * *

When Hank woke up, his head hurt and he was dizzy.  When he was able to sit up, he noticed that Rod was gone, and there was a note. 

When he read it, Hank was panic-stricken.  What was the clue? What had Rod said when Hank had asked him to dance.…..?  Oh, yeah! Something about Rod having two left feet.  Two left?  What good was that when Hank didn’t know the clue to the maze?

Then he remembered talking to the Belgian gentleman at the reception.  What had the guy said?  Oh yes.  “I Remember , mon ami, always to use zee little grey cells, non? Zee grey cells.”

Then Hank remembered something else the Belgian had said about the importance of always relying on the symmetry of things.  “What if? What if the clue to the maze was two left turns and then two right turns? It wouldn’t hurt to try that.”

Hank got dressed and set out for Flamboy Manor.

DARKNESS

At the Manor, Malik, Hurtt and Payne, had tied Rod, still naked, to an examination table.  They had attached clamps to his nipples, and from the nipples ran electric wires.

“Now, my poor Rod,” Malik gloated.  “We don’t really want to hurt you.  We just want to enjoy your body and have you enjoy our bodies.  We thought maybe you would enjoy a circle jerk, but since your hands are tied, we’ll pull on your pole while we pull on our own, and we’ll all cum together, preferably in your mouth, since I am sure you are more than a little thirsty.  Heh! Heh!”

“No way, you fucking bastards.  No way in hell!” Rod shouted.

“Are you sure? Well then….” Malik flicked a switch and an electric current, mild at first but growing in intensity, flowed through Rod’s body.

“Noooooooooooooo, Nooooooooo, Aaaaarrrrggghhhh!” screamed Rod.

In the Maze, Hank was walking slowly, feeling his way between the tall hedges.  It was dark, and he couldn’t see very well.  When he heard Rod’s scream, he felt the same electric current flowing through his body. 

“Hang on, Rod, I’m coming,” Hank sent the thought from his mind  to Rod’s.

At the Manor, Hurtt and Payne had moved the clamps to Rod’s pubic hairs.  “Listen Rod, you have a lovely cock.  Won’t you let Hurtt and me drool over your tool? It’ll be fun, lots of fun, for all of us,” leered Payne.

“Absolutely NOT.  Get your mouths away from my body.  I will NOT say yes to your demands,” said Rod.

“OK,” said Hurtt.  “Have it your way.”

Another turn of a switch, and the current flowed through Rod’s pubic hair, and into his shaft, causing him to have one of the most powerful, but painful, erections he had ever had.

“Oooooo, NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!” Again Rod’s screams filled the night air.

In the Maze, Hank still struggled on.  Two left turns, then two right, then two more left.  Again he heard Rod’s screams and again he felt the same agonizing pain as Rod had.

“Hang on, Rod, I love you.  I’m coming.” Hank sent the message and somehow Rod received the message, and was comforted.

The Maze held other terrors for Hank.  At one point a vine came out from the hedge and wrapped itself around his cock, and squeezed and squeezed.  Hank thought the vine would constrict his penis so much that the circulation would be cut off, but he finally managed to free himself.

Hank was very close to his goal now, and he could see the front door of the Manor.  The whole house was lit up.  The door swung open and Hank stepped forward.

In the Manor, Rod was still strapped to the table, and the clamps and wires were attached to his testicles. 

“Now, my sweet Rod, won’t you save yourself from the coming pain? Just lick my cock a little.  It won’t hurt at all, and my cum is sure to be tasty, because I’ve been eating peppermint candy all afternoon.” Malik leaned over Rod’s tense body and smiled an evil smile. 

“Go to HELL.  No, I will not lick or suck your cock.  You are a  sick bastard!” Rod yelled.

“Ah, well, this is probably more fun anyhow.  This is what we used to do to those boys we had in our brothel, the three boys your friends Nick and Tom rescued,” Malik sneered.  “Just a touch of the wires, and they were willing to do anything we told them to do.

Again the switch was moved, and the current flowed through Rod’s balls.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnn! Turn it off.  I can’t stand it,” Rod sobbed. 

“Well, will you pleasure us, you cruddy piece of shit,” Malik asked one last time.

“N-n-n-n-n-n-o-o-o-o-o-o! I will NOT!”, came Rod’s answer.

A fourth figure entered the room.  He was robed in black, and his face could not be seen.  “Hmmm,’ he said, “this Rod has more courage than I thought.”

“Malik, you and the others bring out that power drill.  We will see if Master Rod is so brave.”

“Yes, master,” the three villains answered. 

Yes, readers, the ‘Master’ was none other than the Dark Wizard, the most evil sorcerer in the Wizard World.

Malik, Hurtt and Payne wheeled in a gigantic power drill, and positioned it so that it was pointing directly to Rod’s genitals.

“Now, Rod Cox, you will either say yes to our lustful demands, or this drill will remove, piece by piece, inch by inch, your penis, and your testicles.  Never again will you lay in Hank Peters’ arms.  Never again will you feel the joys of exploring each other’s bodies.  What is your answer now? And I almost hope you still say no!” the Dark Wizard laughed insanely.

“I say that my answer is: FUCK OFF, ALL FOUR OF YOU! FUCK OFF, TO HELL,” and with that Rod spat in the Wizard’s face.

“Start the machine.  I’m going to enjoy hearing his screams.  And, Rod, we are making a video of this so we can force Hank to enjoy your agonies also.”

Malik started the machine, and the giant bit turned slowly at first, and then faster and faster.  Slowly it descended towards Rod’s body. 

* * * *

Just at that moment, the door to the chamber opened, and Hank burst into the room.

“Stop, you bastards! Let Rod go.  I know what you want.  You want Rod to break his vow and have sex with you.  Well, take me instead.  If you let Rod free I will have sex with any or all of you in any way you want,” Hank shouted.

“Heh, heh,” Malik said.  “Let’s fuck them both!”

“No,” Rod implored.  “Don’t do it, Hank.  They can have me.  I will NOT let you sacrifice yourself for me.  I love you too much to let you do it.”

“Rod,” said Hank, “I love you too, and I will not allow them to do this vile thing to you.  I will NOT!”

A horrible scream burst from the throat of the Dark Wizard.  “I can’t believe it.  Both of you love each other so much you are willing to lose your wizard powers for the sake of your partner.  I never knew such love existed, and … and….  it is destroying me!”

Before the five pairs of astonished eyes the Dark Wizard seemed to be shrinking into the ground.  With a final “Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!” he disappeared leaving only his robes and a pile of dust.

As H.  G.  Wells write at the end of War of the Worlds, it was the simplest things that destroyed the Martian invaders, and so in this case, the powers of evil were defeated by Courage, Loyalty, and Love—and we all know that the greatest of these was and is, and forever will be Love.

Rod was not out of danger just yet.  Malik took his wand, and snarling at Rod, said, “I’ll get you yet Rod Cox.  I’ll blind you with this wand and you’ll never see your partner, Hank, or anything else again.  Hah! Hah! Hah!----Wha---What’s happening? Why isn’t this wand working?”

Malik’s wand was useless.  When the Dark Wizard was vanquished, all his followers lost their powers. 

Nick and Tom burst into the room, and arrested and handcuffed Malik, Hurtt, and Payne.  Before they took them away, Nick and Tom freed Rod from the table where he had been bound.  Hank took Rod in his arms and held him, and kissed him, and held him, and held him some more.

* * * *

The Council of Wizards met in plenary session, stripped Malik, Hurtt and Payne of all their magical powers, and sentenced them to life imprisonment in a faraway place.

In time, Nip and Tuck took Freddie Campbell, who had been one of the teenage prisoners in a male brothel, and got him a position in the Research and Development department of the Ministry of Enchantment.

Doug Utz, another of the teenage prisoners, got a position in the Search and Rescue Department. 

Hank and Rod took Paul Post, the prisoner who had been the most traumatized by his experiences, under their wing, and saw that he grew up healthy and happy.  This therapy of love was aided by the friendship of the shy girl Paul had met at the reception.

Dan Smith and Jane Cox were married.  They along with Fred and Holly Weis, and George and Mary Cox, lived, as the cliché goes, happily ever after.

A few years later, Hank and Rod were elected to the Council of Wizards and Hank was eventually elected Chief Wizard. 

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The End ...

By the time this story is posted, the world will know the fate of that other black-haireed, green eyed wizard, but we wish him and his friends well.

Again I thank DD and E Walk, and Chuck, for their help, encouragement and friendship.  I also want to thank all those who wrote to tell me how much they enjoyed these stories.

Congratulations to……… who guessed the identity of the mystery writer in chapter 6.  She was Dorothy L.  Sayers, creator of Lord Peter Wimsey and his wife, Harriet Vane.

I’m always glad to hear from my readers;

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Posted: 07/13/07