(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.

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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.