Sex Wizards - Initiation Ch. 09

Author's Note: Hope I haven't scared too many people off with that last chapter. This story definitely does not cater to one niche and some of it gets a little rowdy. Anyone out there still enjoying it? If so, let me know. Hate it? Let me know anyway. I'd like to get better at this, so any feedback is appreciated!

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The transmutation tower is made of interlocking green-grey stones that fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. It feels like I'm about to cast for the first time all over again as I head into it, my stomach already a knot of nerves. Every spell I've worked has happened in one of the private casting rooms, but Cancassi told me to meet them in the courtyard.

It's a nice day out. Sunny, but not too hot thanks to the lazy clouds that drift overhead. I step into the transmutation yard and blink in surprise. It's dotted with some of the strangest trees I've ever seen. The leaves make me think it's some sort of aspen, but the branches droop like willows. There are others that look like cottonwoods, but the trunks have been shaped together into something like a pagoda.

Cancassi waits underneath the woven canopy, and their beautiful face breaks into a smile when they see me. They've abandoned their robe, instead wearing a green short sleeved shirt and flowing white skirts that cover their long legs. Beside them, they've got a large sack that I assume is filled with casting supplies.

"You're really planning on casting out here?" I ask as I look around the courtyard. The nice weather has drawn people outside, and I spot a couple having lunch under one of the droopy trees while a few others read in the shade.

"Of course. You can't bring a horse into the Crux," Cancassi says slyly.

I can't stop a snort of laughter. "You're really serious about this."

"You have to be with transmutation," Cancassi says and ushers me over as they open their pack. It's full of all sorts of leather straps and buckles that only look vaguely familiar. My trip down from the Hobokins was the first time I had really spent time with horses, and the mean little bastard made it a less than awesome experience. "Materials are important, but having the correct headspace is key. It's very different than the conspace high that evocation can give you."

I frown at that. I hadn't realized there was a difference. "What do you mean?"

Cancassi taps a finger against their lips as they think of a good way to explain it. It's an innocent gesture, but I'm having a hard time focusing all the same. Cancassi is so damn beautiful that it's hard to look away from them. A otherworldly sort of attraction. I snap out of it when they start talking and only miss a few words.

"- it like this. When you slip into conspace, it's usually a physical reaction to an intense stimuli like pain. Often, you don't have a choice in the matter - it's just how your body is naturally inclined to react. But schools like transmutation and enchantment rely more on the conduit's internal processing of the stimuli they are subjected to." They must see my confusion, because they add, "If conspace is a physical high, then a submissive headspace is more of a... mental high. With transmutation, the conduit really has to fall into the role they've taken on."

Thanks to Olbric, I know conspace, but what Cancassi is describing reminds me of mine and Galiva's first spell. That calm sort of surrender I felt when she tied me up for the first time. But when I glance at the supplies in that sack, the knot of uncertainty tightens in my gut. I've never been asked to do anything quite like this. "I'm not so sure about this," I say.

Cancassi kneels down beside me, one long fingered hand resting on my shoulder. The innocent touch sends a thrill through me. "It's natural to be nervous," they say. "You've never done anything like this before, and this is a mastery level spell. What parts make you nervous?"

I swallow and pick up one of the leather straps. It's been oiled to a shine. "Being in public, for one," I say. I'd hoped mine and Olbric's little encounter in the fields would have gone unnoticed, but as usual, news travels fast in the Crux. I've been catching sly looks all morning, and I'm sure news of this will travel even faster, what with it being broad daylight and we're not even trying to hide what we're doing. "And this sort of... role playing isn't something I have experience with."

Cancassi nods thoughtfully. "I'll start with your second concern, first," they say. "Have you ever seen a play?"

I rub the back of my neck. "We had a troupe of players that would come through Airedale on occasion," I say. "Nothing fancy."

"Good! So when you think of those players, they weren't actually kings or queens," Cancassi says. "But they played those roles with such conviction that they made you believe it all the same, didn't they?"

"Well..." I think Cancassi might be giving that troupe a lot of credit. As part of the story, the lead man had been sipping from a jug, but it wasn't until he got stumble drunk during the later part of the show that we all realized the jug had actually been full. Really, it'd only made the show better. "I suppose that's true."

"Taking on a role for transmutation is similar, but you don't have to make me believe it," Cancassi says. "It's just a matter of if you can embrace it and fall into the role. Everyone's experience is unique, but I learned a few tricks casting with Arlon of how to get someone to the right headspace. I'll take good care of you," they say with a wink. "Besides, from what I've heard from Galiva and Olbric, you are a very tractable conduit."

"Rude."

Cancassi chuckles and swats my shoulder. "Take it as the compliment it is," they say. "It's rare we get an adept so willing. And as for your first concern..." They stand up and put their fingers to their mouth before giving an ear splitting whistle. Every head in the courtyard turns to look. "Sorry all, but could you find a different courtyard? We're going to try a casting, and we don't want an audience today," they call.

There are a few grumbles, but the wizards in the courtyard pack up. I blink as I recognize the petite little enchanter from Arlon's dungeon. Ambra, I think. "Have fun," she says with a wink before disappearing into the transmutation tower.

"Don't worry about them," Cancassi says and waves off one of the grumblers. "People have the main courtyard for loitering. The tower yards are reserved first for casting."

I look around the now-abandoned courtyard and realize I'm out of excuses. Cancassi comes up, near chest to chest. It's a shock to realize that I'm taller than them. With how confident Cancassi always is, how tall they always walk, I hadn't even noticed. They look up at me, and the excitement in those golden eyes makes me shiver.

Cancassi drags a long finger down my chest, dipping into the v of my shirt. I can't stop a small shiver. "You say stop, and I stop. I don't want you to feel pressured."

I run my hand over my face. "Alright," I say at last. "I'll try it. I hope I'm not wasting your afternoon."

Cancassi's grin turns sly. "I doubt you will," they say. "Now, if you'd be so kind. Stand up and clothes off, please."

Ever polite. I snort but do as asked. Cancassi takes my robe and shirt, and I can feel them watching me as I turn and pull my trousers off. I hesitate for only a second at my underthings before I drop them too. I'm sure I'm red to the tips of my ears, but I can't deny that the warm afternoon breeze feels nice against my bare skin. I resist the urge to cover myself as Cancassi walks over to me with something in their long fingers.

They take my hand before sliding a black leather cuff around my wrist. They tighten it until it's snug before fastening it with a little silver buckle. The cuff is lined with fur to let it hug my skin comfortably. They fasten a matching cuff around my other wrist as they ask, "You've drank enough water? You're feeling alright?"

"Fine," I promise. "I've been taking it easy the past couple of days."

"Good. Be a dear and put these on for me." I blink as they hand me the strangest pair of shoes I've ever seen. Made of shiny black leather with more of a heel than any I've worn before. The kicker is that there are actual horseshoes attached to the bottom of them. I look at Cancassi in disbelief, but they're busy pulling more leather straps out of their supply bag.

Guess we're going all in, then.

I sit down on the soft grass and pull the shoes on. They're a rather good fit and the thick socks Cancassi had tucked into them help pad them out. There's no way Arlon and I wear the same size, and I realize they must have been witched to fit. They lace up almost to my knee, and when I stand, I'm a little wobbly on the strange heel.

"They fit alright?" Cancassi asks. I nod, but my nerves start fluttering in my stomach.

Cancassi slides the leather harness over my head before tightening the straps snug around my chest. It's lined with fur at the shoulders, and it's like wearing a travel pack without the weight. I twist a little to be sure it doesn't restrict movement and am glad to find that it doesn't. Gods, I feel ridiculous.

"You know, I'm curious what kind of horse you'll be," Cancassi says as they wrap something like a belt around my waist and pull it snug. "Arlon was definitely a work horse, but you, I think, could be something far showier."

I can't stop a small laugh. "Yeah?"

"Well you're only the second person I've cast this spell with, but I assume every person will be just as different as every horse is." Their long fingers finish securing the belt before they stroke down my back. Something swats the inside of my thigh, a stinging little snap, and I yelp as I spread my legs. When Cancassi circles around to my front, I can see the leather crop they have in their hand. "You've got good musculature but a lighter build than Arlon. Healthy, if still a little thin, but you've already started filling out since you got here."

Their fingers move down my legs to my calves, squeezing them through the leather boots. "Strong legs and back. I haven't seen you move yet, but I'd bet you're quick." As one hand squeezes my thigh, another brushes my cock, and I can't stop a quiet gasp. Their long fingers gently knead my testicles and tug down lightly. "Though fortunately, not gelded," they tease. "We'll just have to see what kind you are."

"You seem to know a lot about horses," I say. "Or... people horses?" I don't know what to call this.

Cancassi chuckles. "The Maeve are renowned for their horses," they say. "Before I left to join the Crux, I trained them. Though it's not quite like how I'm going to train you."

I shiver, but Cancassi continues to stroke my cock, and I can't ignore how good it feels. Once I'm hard, they take a thin leather strap and tighten it around the base of my cock. A second one goes around my balls, constricting and tugging them down. It's not exactly painful, but it makes me groan anyway. Cancassi ignores me and moves to check my shoes. They pull the laces even tighter until the shiny leather is snug around my calves. I find myself standing a little straighter as I shift my weight from one foot to the other.

Cancassi stands, cupping my cock again as the crop trails th inside of my thigh. "Ready?" they ask.

The nerves are definitely still present, but trust my idiot cock to keep me distracted. I nod before I can convince myself not to. Cancassi takes my cuffed wrists and connects them to the belt at my waist with a clever little latch.

As soon as the little metal clips are closed, I let out a long breath. I'd noticed it come on when Galiva first tied me up, and again with Olbric, but it's especially apparent now. As soon as I'm bound or restricted, the responsibility is taken off of me. I'm no longer in charge, and instead of being scary, it's a relief. There's something freeing in surrender.

Cancassi is grinning when they circle in front of me, one long-fingered hand reaching out to stroke my cheek. "There's that compliance Galiva finds so endearing," they say, and I lean into the touch. "Have you ever worn a gag, Dominai?"

I shiver but shake my head. "Other than the silver, no."

Cancassi grabs something from the bag and holds it out for me to see. It's a bridle, but instead of metal, there's a leather bit between the two silver rings. "This is, accurately enough, called a bit gag," Cancassi says. "You could still stop around it, but with transmutation, a person can fall into a role deep enough they momentarily forget how to use their voice. If that happens, or if you're not able to get a word out around a gag, stick both of your thumbs out. That acts as a non-verbal stop to the caster, understand?"

I nod before Cancassi slips the bit into my mouth. It rests between my back teeth before the strap tightens behind my head. Another splits over my nose sand tightens over the top of my head to help keep it snug in place. It tugs gently at the edge of my lips, and I realize Cancassi's put something on the leather that makes it taste faintly of mint.

The Maeve brushes my hair out of the way of the straps with a dazzling. "You look dashing," they say. "But there's one thing we're missing."

They reach into the near-empty pack and pull out a long, black horse tail attached to a sizable glass plug. I shiver when I see a focus sealed into the center of the bulb. The vague thought crosses my mind that Cancassi must have been the one who gave Olbric his.

Cancassi moves behind me and coaxes my legs apart with a couple taps of the crop. They stroke a hand down my back, double checking the straps of the harness before one slicked finger glides into me. I moan around the gag as they ease their long finger in deep, and I cant my ass out towards them as they slide in another.

They twist their fingers before spreading me gently, their long fingers opening me to the whole godsdamned courtyard. I whimper, my face red hot as those long fingers find that sweet spot inside of me and curl against it. My cock is hard and red under the leather straps, and Cancassi doesn't leave my hole alone until I'm panting.

They finally withdraw, but the cool glass of the bulb slides in a moment later. Cancassi gives it a few little thrusts, and I feel myself open around it until the girthy thing settles into place, filling me. I shiver and feel the ticklish swish of the tail fall against the back of my thighs. I stand braced, expecting the bulb to start moving, but it stays suspiciously still.

Cancassi comes around to my front again to slip five focuses down my erect cock. They tingle against my skin, and I bite down on the gag to stop another moan. I don't know how to feel about all this. Trussed up like a cart horse in the courtyard, I feel exposed and vulnerable, but fucking hell if it's not heating me up all the same.

I watch Cancassi, looking for some guidance, and they give it to me in the form of a lead rope latched to the front of my belt. Then, they reach into the pack and pull out a long whip with a little leather switch on the end of it. I take a step back, eyes going wide.

"Good instincts already," Cancassi chuckles. They shake the whip out before resting the tip against the ground. I stand bound and shivering, and not sure what to do. But then Cancassi clicks their teeth and points to the right. I look at their finger, uncertain, and the whip flicks up to snap against my ass.

I yelp and start walking to the right. It must be the right thing to do because the whip stays on the ground, trailing through the grass just behind me. Cancassi holds the rope attached to my waist, though they give me about ten feet of slack. They turn in a slow circle, always watching as I walk a perimeter around them.

The tail swishes against the back of my legs as I fall into a an easy walk. With every step, the bulb shifts, and it's making focusing awful hard.

A moment later, Cancassi clicks their teeth again, twice in a row. I must not react quick enough because the whip flicks out to snap against my ass again. It's a sharp little jolt of pain that makes me jump to a jog. The heavy shoes don't make it easy, either. I have to lift my legs higher than I normally would to make up for the extra weight. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cancassi grin before they tap the whip against the back of my leg.

"Knees higher."

I do as told, even though it makes my hard cock bob with every step. The girthy plug rubs just the right way as I fall into a steady, even jog. Cancassi keeps me at it for a few long minutes until my face is flushed with something other than embarrassment.

Only then do they give a sharp little whistle. I don't need the switch of the whip to know that they're asking me to speed up again. I start to run, my breath coming fast but steady around the gag. Cancassi doesn't keep me at that pace for long before they give a long, low, "Woooah."

I come to a stop, breathing hard. Cancassi folds the whip under their arm and comes up to swipe my sweaty hair out of my eyes. They run their fingers under the harness to be sure it isn't rubbing. "Are you alright?"

Their melodic voice snaps me back into myself a little bit. For a second, I had forgotten to be nervous. I had focused on the task, honed in on Cancassi's wordless commands, and in that moment, the nerves about everything else - of folks seeing me, or screwing it up - vanished.

I look at them in surprise but nod all the same. Cancassi smiles and steps away from me before readying the whip again. When they click their teeth, they point the opposite direction, and I step into pace once more. They put me through another walk, jog and run until I'm breathless and sweating, my mind returning to that quiet, compliant place.

When Cancassi finally stops me again, I'm flushed not just from the exercise, but my own steady arousal. My legs ache from the extra weight of the shoes, my cock is an angry red under the ties, and the bulb keeps brushing against that sweet spot inside of me, making it hard to think. It's a relief to realize that I don't have to think. I just have to obey.

"Good boy," Cancassi purrs, their long fingers stroking through my sweat-damp hair. "You would keep running as long as I asked you to, wouldn't you?"

They don't seem to expect an answer. Instead, their fingers wrap around my cock, stroking my hard length even as the focuses spark. I groan around the gag, realizing that I've already started to charge them. With five of them on, I'm not sure how I missed it.

"I should have assumed you'd be more of an endurance creature than Arlon," Cancassi says. "By this point, he was already flagging while you seem ready to go, aren't you?"

I roll my shoulders back and stand a little taller at the praise. I spent years hiking the Hobokins - a little bit of running isn't enough to tire me out. Cancassi gives the rope attached to my harness a little tug, and I follow.

They lead me to the back of the courtyard where a small gate is set into the stone wall. Cancassi opens it and leads me across the small bridge that crosses the mote. My shoes clomp over the wood, and I keep my head down, focused on putting one foot in front of the other and getting my breath back.

Then it occurs to me that they're taking me out of the Crux. Out where anyone could see me. A spike of unease breaks through the haze, but Cancassi gives the lead rope another tug, and I obediently follow. They walk ahead of me, humming a quiet tune. With how relaxed they are, my own nerves seem silly, and it's easier to let go of them and allow Cancassi to lead.

They guide me to a small, two-wheeled cart that waits just outside of the walls. Cancassi pulls the cart around and sets the poles into my hands before a strap from the cart's handle to my cuffed wrists binds it to me. A few more straps attach to my belt to hold it in place. Finally, Cancassi unsnaps the lead line from my belt before attaching reins to the rings at my shoulders and each side of my gag.