(M/m) The Sex Life of a Lich (Part 1) - NEW

 This is my first foray into the fantasy genre. I'm a huge lover of fantasy fiction, fantasy games like D&D, and magic, and the idea just popped into my head for mixing BB with fantasy. How many chapters of it I do will depend on what kind of response I get to it, so if you like it, let me know in the comments.

cheers,

n.

The Sex Life of a Lich (Part 1)

 

Keth surveyed the room, noting the pentagram on the floor, and the various candles at each point, which needed to be lit. He flexed a modicum of his power to light them, little lights flaring before him. This was Keth’s summoning room, one of many rooms in the huge castle which he had built himself. With decades of magic spells and aid from summoned beings. It was a monument to his power and ingenuity.

Keth steeled himself, raised his arms and then began to chant. From his lips issued the spidery language of magic. The incantation started off soft and then rose and fell at various points but always remained moving, moving, moving. A red spark in the center of the summoning circle appeared, and then as the spell continued it grew into a lenticular and large sized red portal. A handsome foot and ankle, and then a leg and finally a body appeared. It was the body of a stunningly handsome male devil, an incubus, who came through. He knew he would be trapped in the circle, but he was compelled to fully enter into the material realm. His muscles bulged, his red wings spread out and filled the circle. His only article of clothing was a leather jock strap, and from the looks of it he was very well endowed. His curly black hair smoked slightly, and he smelled of brimstone. His voice was deep and sultry.

“Mortal wizard. Why have you summoned me?”

Keth paused a bit before answering. “I am not a mortal, fiend, and I am much more than a wizard.”

The incubus frowned. “Very well, Lich. What do you want from me?”

“I require your services for a month. I am willing to offer you four souls as payment for your services.”

“Powerful souls?” The devil traced this mouth with one finger.

“Yes.”

The incubus licked his lips and cocked his head to one side. “I am listening . . . “

“My new apprentice. He is mostly under my controlling spells, but his sex drive makes complete dominance impossible. I need you to eliminate the problem. I have seen deeply into his mind, his being, and I know he fantasizes about having his testicles crushed and his dick detached, leaving him a eunuch. Over the next month I want you to bring him to a foaming madness of sexual frission and ultimately remove the source of his distraction. Your presence here will be explained that you are the castle’s new caretaker, and I want you to seduce him. Bring him to the height of pleasure and pain and then cut off his ruined sack and prick and bring them to me. Then you shall have your souls. These souls.” Keth reached into his midnight blue robe and pulled out a red crystal that sparkled and glowed. The devil considered this and was silent for a few moments. Then he nodded.

“Very well. You have a contract?”

Keth held up a long piece of paper so the devil could sign it. Red letters flared on the bottom line, and the pact was complete.

Keth waived his empty hand and conjured a illusory image. It showed the body of a naked man. A very well-hung naked man.

“Take this form, it is the one most likely to fulfill his fantasy, and I will provide you with clothes, and show you around. Aiden is in his room, at the top of the west tower. I assume you know how to duplicate the duties of a caretaker. Can you clean, can you cook?”

“Puny lich. I have served from the highest to the lowest, from mightiest to the desperate. I can do anything. This is why you summoned me, is it not?”

“Good.” With another wave of his hand, Keth banished the circle, and the form of the devil shimmered. He stepped out of the pentagram and was the spitting image of the illusion that waivered before him. Keth handed him the cloths he had prepared, and suddenly the man who would smooth out the wrinkle of an uncooperative apprentice stood before him.

“You name will be Julius, Aiden’s favorite male name. He had a crush in his youth on a boy named Julius. Let me show you my home.”

An hour later Keth pulled up a chair to his magic mirror and spoke the command word to activate its powers. Sitting down, he looked at the reflective surface and slowly the sight and sound of his apprentice’s small room swam into view. The 17-year-old was in his brown robe and he was lying on his bed, reading a book: Fistandantilus’s Commentaries On Summoning. There was a knock at the door.

“Come,” said the young man without looking up. He was expecting to see his master at the portal, but instead was a man with dark hair, smooth shaven, and ripped. His body was sexy as hell and he exuded a sultry calmness. A smooth operator walked in holding a tray of food.

“Who!? Who are you?” exclaimed Aiden. The book dropped into the bed and Aiden scootched up against the wall.

“Young master. I’m the new caretaker. Your master hired me from the town outside his kingdom’s capital. I’m new here. Who are you?”

Aiden gulped. He’d never seen any man as handsome and sexy as this fellow was. Somehow, he looked like the men Aiden dreamed about in his fantasies when he masturbated. A fantasy brought to life; how uncanny.

“My name is Julius. What are you called?” The handsome servant put the tray of food down on the bed and sized up the young lad. He was on the thin side, like most wizards, but he had a sizeable lump in his crotch.

“I’m Aiden, master Keth’s apprentice. I had thought to come down to the pantry and eat the leftovers from last night’s dinner.” Aiden’s nostrils fibrillated with the smell of the food. Onion soup with beef broth, soft cheese and bread, plus what appeared to be a tankard of mead. It smelled divine, and Aiden was ravenous.

Julius handed the young man a spoon and then just watched the lad eat. Julius had a hungry look in his eyes, as if he would devour the fledgling mage.

“This is terrific!” exclaimed the boy. “Did you make this?”

Julius smiled. “Of course. I can make anything. Anything at all.”

“Wow.” Aiden was obviously impressed. He was used to eating a sort of thin gruel which appeared each day in a magic pot. It was not exciting, but it kept a body sound. This flavorful food was a real treat.

“Your master doesn’t eat?” asked the burly servant.

“No, he says he lives on magic itself. I hope he’ll teach me, one day, how to do it. But on the other hand, I do love a good meal. Life would lose its joy if I couldn’t eat.” Aiden’s eating slowed and he looked at the dark-haired man, looking intently back at him. Their eye’s locked and the lad could see genuine interest from this man, this servant. For a while they just gazed into each other’s eyes. Then Julius spoke. His voice was deep, like an ocean of sensuality.

“You remind me a lot of my last lover. He was young, like you, and loved to have his balls busted before AND after sex.”

Aiden choked on a mouthful of soup. He stuttered. “You . . . you’ve had sex with other men?”

“Of course. I love a hard cock and some pendulous orbs. I love fucking guys up the chute. I love taking a guy’s cherry.” He flexed his hands slightly, as if he wanted to use them.

“But you are hungry.” Julius stood up suddenly. “We can talk about such things later. I must prepare your bath.”

“My bath?” Aiden just sort of staired at the man with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Of course. We can’t have smelly apprentices running around. Come down to the washing room when you’re finished.”

Aiden gulped and lowered his head to shovel soup into it.

A half-hour later, the boy appeared in the washroom with a towel and looked rather trepidatious. Julius quickly pulled off the boy’s brown robe, and then gazed up and down at his naked body, which Aiden tried to hide behind the towel.

“Into the hot water, master,” said Julius briskly, licking his lips. He guided the naked boy to the hot water, held the towel as Aiden stepped in the wooden tub. Aiden gasped at the temperature. He slowly sank until he was submerged. Julius grinned to himself, and took some shampoo, lathered it up, and started to clean Aiden’s hair with it. Despite being a sadistic devil, Julius could be quite gentle when it was called for. He massaged Aiden’s scalp and then rinsed it with a bowel of hot water. Then he moved over to get a bar of soap made from sheep tallow, and began to wash Aiden’s body. Naturally he lingered on cleaning his cock and balls. Playing with them he began to stroke the boy’s growing woody and pressed his fingers into the two floating testicles below. A bit of pleasure and a bit of pain.

Aiden closed his eyes and groaned, sotto voce. From the feel of it, the boy had a respectable sized tool, at least 8 inches, and was nice and thick. His balls were of average size, but no doubt could be increased in size from some enthusiastic ballbusting. Julius licked his lips again as he imagined torturing Aiden while simultaneously seducing him. “Do you like that, master? I’m very skilled at pleasing men. I’m prepared to live out any fantasy a man has. I tell you this because I find you extremely attractive, and I would love to serve you in any way possible.”

Aiden gulped and opened his eyes in surprise. “You find me attractive?” No one in his entire life had ever deigned to call him attractive. Aiden was a humble person and had a low sense of self-esteem. His father had always called him a blithering, incompetent idiot, and was all too pleased when Keth turned up at his door to whisk his son off to become a wizard.

“Very much so, master.” Julius began to stroke Aiden’s cock faster and faster, making the boy gasp. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes. Mmmmm. Yes.”

Julius smiled as he stroked the boy towards completion. “I love everything about men, young master. Men’s bodies, men’s fantasies, men’s sexuality, men’s hard dicks and tender balls. Let me pleasure you master; I would love to give you everything you’ve ever wanted from a lover.” The water lapped the sides of the tub as Julius’s hand made waves. The boy had a short fuse and gasped as his penis expelled ribbon after ribbon of semen into the water. It rose to the surface and floated there, a testament to youthful sexuality. Aiden stopped arching his back and sunk in the water, breathing heavily. It was his first sexual experience, and he was hooked.

“Thhhaank you,” he stuttered.

“My pleasure, master,” said the devil in disguise. “Here, let’s get you out and dry. I have cleaning to attend to.”

No longer embarrassed about being naked, Aiden stood and stepped out of the round tub. Julius gently dried off the apprentice wizard and helped him dress.

Keth was still sitting in front of his magic mirror and was keenly following the progress his apprentice was making towards his ultimate emasculation. With a wave of his hand, Keth dismissed the image and spent a while in deep contemplation. He would tell his apprentice to continue to read suggested tomes, and that he wouldn’t have any other duties except that. This would leave Aiden to get up when he wanted and go to sleep when he wanted, and would pave the way for the incubus to turn his apprentice into a quivering heap of sexual jelly. Everything was going according to Keth’s design. Excellent.

 

 

(F/m) Robbie's End Part 2 - NEW

So, here's the much-anticipated end to Robbie's story. I seem to be averaging two stories a year. I certainly won't win a Pulitzer Prize for Perviness with that kind of output.

The Robbie character is based on someone I worked with and was really attracted to, but of course he was too young and straight. So, this is my way of having an illicit affair with him. He was SO handsome. /sigh

Anywho, the fuzzy socks reference is for Knave, and the rest is a tribute to mamma's boys everywhere.

Cheers!

Nicholas

Robbie’s End: Part 2

 

It was at this point that Margaret noticed tears were streaming down Robbie’s handsome, delicate face.

“What’s wrong, my love? Is it the pain?”

“No mom. It’s just . . . it’s just I wish I could do this all over again. And again. And again. I wish I could have my balls crushed every day. I’m sad that it’ll all be over and then nothing will ever be fun gain.” Robbie lifted one hand to wipe away his tears.

He sighed. “It’s OK, mom. We’ll find fun things to do,” he sniffled.

“Well, I know I can find fun things. Your cousin Brian might be staying here, and I think we can convince him to offer his balls up. You could blow him while I squeeze his nuts into mush. Just think of him cumming in your mouth while his two acorns go ‘POP!’”.          

Robbie giggled slightly in between sniffles. The thought of doing something so degrading as swallowing his cousin’s jizz would be counterpointed by the thought of his mother castrating another male while he got to participate in it. Robbie briefly envisioned a whole troupe of boys cycling through their house as his mom crushed all their walnuts, one by one.

Heaving with exhaustion, Margaret stopped her rhythmic kicking and let Robbie rest for a while. It was time to do something different.

“Come into the kitchen. Let’s see what we can find to torture you some more.”

Robbie, who was in a mixed state of agony and ecstasy slowly rolled to his knees and then up onto his feet.

His mother motioned to sit on one of the wooden chairs at the table. He sat in it. With some twine she tied his hands behind him, behind the chair’s back. Then she tied his legs open to give her access to his groin.

Watching his mother closely, he saw her go over to one of the kitchen cabinets and retrieve something. Then he realized what it was, it was a meat skewer. A twelve-inch meat skewer. Was she going to pierce his ball-flesh with it?

She kneeled in front of him and stroked his obscenely engorged cock. Then, with care she put the tip of the skewer to his piss-slit and plunged the thing down, down, down the inside of his pecker. Robbie moaned. He was the sexual equivalent of a sword-swallower. His dick was an impressive nine inches long, and fat, with a big pinkish-purple head, but the skewer was longer by three inches. Down, down, down it went into his body. He could feel it push and stretch his urethra. But this was just the first step.

Margaret went over and retrieved some metal kebab skewers. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she’d do with them. Many times Robbie had been stabbed in the balls with needles, but since he was about to lose them, why not really damage them with thick metal skewers? Once again, Robbie’s mom kneeled in front of her son and started with his left nut. She placed the pointy end on the top of the testicle, and then began to push it, length wise, into his lemon sized nut. It made a crisp “SNAP” sound as it pierced his nut. She took her time, pushing it into his ball, millimeter by millimeter. First one nut, then the other, metal skewer after metal skewer. One lengthwise for each gonad, then the rest side to side. Once his balls were properly skewered in a matrix of metal, she retrieved a cart from the garage. On it was a car battery. The contacts were hooked up to a live split wire. She wheeled it between Robbie’s legs and took the wire into her hands, and gently touched it to the metal skewers in his balls. Liquid pain coursed through his nut sack. Robbie yelled. His scrotum crawled like a living thing, trying to escape the agony. ZAP, ZAP, ZAP. She electrocuted his testicles. Each time making Robbie cry out. Wave after wave of pain traveled from his hush puppies to his lower stomach. His tight abs rippled and hollowed from the torture being visited upon his manhood. At one point she touched the wire to his skewered penis. Pain jolted down his prick and into his prostate. An entirely new sensation for him. The tip of his penis smoked with steam. She was cooking his sperm while it was still inside of him.

This electra-fun continued for a half-hour. His whole ball bag looked like it had been cooked to a turn and the room smelled like roasted penis. Finally, Margaret rolled the battery to the side and began to spin the metal skewer in his dick so that his urethra was stretched and scraped. And then, with one swift movement, she yanked the skewer's handle and like taking Excalibur from the stone, the metal sword was removed from his body. It stung to high heavens, and Robbie moaned again.

Next, she removed the kebab sticks from his balls. Each was coated with his nut meat. She made him lick them clean. He really did try his best to comply, but his mind was glazed from the electrocution pain.

Next, she went to the garage and found two vices. One for each nut. She kneeled, yet again, between his legs and place his testicles in the vices. Then, she began to turn the handle to tighten them. Turn after turn. His formerly pink nuts were now white with pressure. Margaret wasn’t strong enough to make it tight enough so that his ghoolies would be destroyed, but she did love seeing his ball-flesh spread out underneath the acrylic walls of the vices. Where the holes were, his nut-paste was squeezed out against the plastic. And with each turn, Robbie twitched. And groaned. Loudly. But Margaret wasn’t finished with the mechanical torture of her son’s balls.

She got her needle kit from her bathroom, and extracted her thickest needle, and with some needle-nose pliers bent the last quarter inch so that it looked like an allen wrench. For the last time she knelt before her helpless but willing son’s wide knees. She grasped one viced nut and began to stick the needle into the tubes on top of, and behind the ball. She was going to make his tubes mush. STAB, then TWIRL. STAB, TWIRL, TWIRL. Robbie was writhing in utmost pain as his mom turned his epididymis into reproductive mush. First his right ball, then his left ball. His balls were being destroyed, bit by agonizing bit. Robbie’s head was thrashing around and at one point he dry-heaved. Who would have thought that a mother would neuter her own son, and try to make it as agonizing as possible? And of course, Robbie was rooting her on, all the way.

Once his tubes were shredded, Margaret let her son just stew in his own juices for a while. She went to her bedroom and put on some knee high fuzzy white socks, and tightened her white corset. She also touched up her makeup which had become sloppy from perspiration. Also, she got out her husband’s golden cock from the bottom of her delicate’s drawer. It was as disappointingly small as her husband was disappointingly lame (and dead). His son, though, would provide a MUCH bigger dildo for her to play with. She slowly pulled down the zipper of her crotch, and slid her dead husband's cock into her snatch. It was slippery, moist and warm. Slowly, to warm it up, she slid it in and out, then faster and faster. Diddling herself, knowing that soon she’d have a 9 incher to fill her void was highly erotic.

She managed several juicy orgasms doing this, and then remembered she was expected downstairs to complete Robbie’s emasculation. She got up and went downstairs. Robbie was still tied to his chair, and his distended, bloated balls were hanging over the chair with the vices dangling from his sack. She took off the acrylic vices and untied him. He smiled weakly and said, “Thanks mom,” in a slurred voice.

“Come into the living room. I have an idea of what to do next.” While he waddled into the living room, his damaged balls banging against his thighs, Margaret opened a drawer and pulled out a meat mallet.

“OK, dear, kneel before the coffee table and take this.”

Robbie took the mallet and looked down at his damaged junk, and then up at her.

“What now?”

“Ok, luv, take the mallet and smash your balls as I direct you too. Do you think you can do that?”

“I’ll try, mom. Is this going to soften up my balls so you can pop them?”

“I hope so. Now, I’m going to pleasure myself, and you just whack away. I’ll tell you which one or both.”

“OK.”

Margaret situated herself on the sofa, facing her son and dipped the human dildo into her gash as she directed his ball-busting.

“Start just smashing your right ball. Just your right ball.”

“OK.” He raised the mallet and brought it down on his bruised right testicle. WHACK. And then again. WHACK. WHACK. Pulsing pain snaked its way from his right nut into his abdomen. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Robbie watched his mother diddle herself with his father’s pecker (which he’d seen before), and the illicit pervert in him wished that he could do that himself. Well, after today his own dick would be there, just not with him attached to it. He was mesmerized by what he saw. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, “Now just your left.”

“NNgggnnnggg,” gurgled the handsome boy.

With force of will, he shifted to whacking his fatter left nut. The ball was going flatter and flatter with each mallet-drop, but it just barely managed to spring back into shape in between.

This was the first time he’d ever been asked to bust his own balls, and it was difficult. Someone else doing it, easy, but harming your own set? It went against his instincts of self-preservation. But . . . anything for his beloved mother . . .

“Now BOTH!” Margaret’s hand was going faster and faster and she would open her eyes for a while to watch her son abuse his agates for a while, then close them to be lost in the pleasure of knowing a male was debasing and harming his most treasured possessions at her command. At her whim. Under her total control.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Over and over, he smashed his spuds.

“Now the right!” and later, “Back to the left!” “Both again!” Her hand was a blur.

Suddenly his moaning mother let out the progenitor of all sounds, a sort of high “AAAHHHHH” while her whole body shuddered and writhed. Margaret was lost in ecstasy, whilst Robbie dropped the mallet and vomited on the carpet (although it was just a small amount of liquid. He knew not to eat on a day like this.) Then he collapsed in a heap, and just twitched for a while. It should be noted, however, that he was still as hard as a rock, and he knew they were approaching their ultimate destruction.

When Margaret was back to breathing normally, and Robbie had started to breathe again, it was time to end it. Robbie was SO ready to be nothing but a eunuch slave.

Margaret laid down on the couch, her head on the armrest, and she motioned for him to come over and drop his right nut into her mouth. She was licking her lips and looking forward to tasting his manhood.

Robbie’s body was covered with sweat, and it glistened on his smooth tan skin. His muscles rippled but his battered balls hung loose, apparently ready to make both of them happy. Robbie straddled his mother’s head, and slowly dropped the doomed testicle into her open mouth. Margaret slurped in his nut and went right to work chewing it into goo. It wasn’t easy. His ball was huge, and she could barely get it under her teeth. The damn thing kept popping out. Suddenly, she realized she was tasting her son’s cum. His rigid pole was partially ejaculating and partially dribbling. Robbie could no longer control his arousal response and he was now a faucet of cum, eager to release it after all the delicious pain he’d experienced so far. He almost passed out from the mixture of both pleasure and pain.

His breath was shallow, and his mind was warped by the dichotomy of bliss and denial. Denial that it was actually happening. Slowly, the testicle warped and then popped and exploded in her mouth. It gushed out and filled her gullet with first a partial organ, then after chewing just bits and pieces of testicle, and then finally just jelly. But, of course, he could still feel the pain of it. The sperm dribbling continued, and it spurted out with each chew of his nut-mush. CHEW, CHEW, CHEW, SPURT, SPURT, SPURT. All Robbie could do was whine and cry like a whipped puppy.

Margaret spit out his scrotum and Robbie slid sideways and landed on the floor in a heap. The continuous orgasm he was having was dribbling sperm on his hands and thighs.

“That was amazing, Robbie! You did so well. I had an orgasm just feeling your ball explode in my mouth. Fantastic! Let’s see if I can get another one kicking your other one to mush.”

Eager to get on with her next orgasm, she hauled Robbie to his feet and took him into the garage where they had a rope and pully system to string Robbie up so he could be abused and not try to protect himself. He was cuffed and forced to dangle above the ground with his legs painfully pulled apart. His scrotum was red and puffy, and HUGE. Once secured, Margaret immediately began to kick his naked, still-whole ball. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM. Through her fuzzy socks, Margaret could feel his softened nut and the destroyed one at the same time.

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

A torrent of white sperm dribbled from his purple member, and dripped down his sack and onto his mother’s sock and the garage floor. And Robbie was crying. Blubbering even.

“Ruin me, mom! Make me a eunuch. I don’t want to be a man anymore; I want to be your slave!”

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

The bludgeoning kicks continued, even though Margaret was getting tired. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, and her toes were starting to bruise. “Well,” she thought, “I bet he’s in a lot more pain than I am.”

“I love you mom. More than the life you gave me. More than my balls. Make me chaste!”

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

“Take them from me! TAKE them from me!, TAKE THEM FROM ME! AAAHHHHHH”

POP

The testicle explosion was loud. Like REALLY loud. Like you could hear it in the driveway loud. The gushing penis exploded too, making a huge SPLAT of cum on the concrete floor. Robbie passed out, his young body twitching in space, and his mother was on her knees experience the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had. It went on and on and on and on. Wave after wave.

After many minutes passed, Robbie’s mom got up and groped his mushy sack. His dick was still hard, which was perfect so she could cut it off and take it to a place where it could be gold plated. Gently caressing her beautiful boy’s face, she considered how he and she were about to begin the next phase of their relationship and into uncharted territory: a castrati and his mother. Margaret mused to herself, wondering if she could teach him cunnilingus. It couldn’t hurt. She left her son strung up and went to make herself a gin and tonic and enjoy the rest of the evening.