Sex Wizards - Mastery Ch. 02

Author's note: Thank you all for your kind comments on that last chapter! They really do make my day and keep me motivated to keep writing this story. I'll be posting chapters weekly, so be sure to stay tuned :)

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When I meet up with Galiva and Olbric in the baths that night, they think I'm crazy when I tell them what I've agreed to.

"Oof, you're in for it," Galiva chuckles as she sinks into the steaming water. "Glad it's your ass and not mine."

I can't help but chuckle. "That doesn't help my nerves at all."

"Good," Galiva counters. "I'm not going to give you any false expectations going into it. Arlon's going to put you through it, but he'll take good care of you. He's a hell of a caster."

My cock jumps with excitement at the thought. I'm not sure what all to expect tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to it all the same.

Beside me, Olbric is suspiciously quiet. He dunks his head under the water to wet his hair before resurfacing and flipping it back, his russet skin shining. "Guess this means you won't be available this week, then." It's not a question, but he sounds a little put out all the same.

"Not while you're wearing Arlon's collar," Galiva points out.

"Guess you're right," I say. I scoot a little closer to Olbric and slid my hand over his thigh. "You still have me for tonight at least."

Olbric gives a huff of a laugh. "If I have you tonight, I'll ruin you for the rest of the week," he teases. "No, you should get a good nights' rest. You're going to need it."

He's not wrong, but excitement keeps me from a good night's sleep anyway. I wake up later than I want to, and my whole morning is thrown a little off because of it. It's not until I arrive at Arlon's office at eight o' three that I realize Galiva and Olbric might be right - maybe I am crazy for agreeing to this.

Arlon looks at his pocket watch when I come through his door and raises an eyebrow.

"You're late."

I clear my throat, suddenly nervous. "Sorry - Margeurite caught me in the hall," I say. I hadn't been able to find her or Allis last night, but when I told her the reason I wasn't available this week, she had given my ass a swat and told me to get going.

"That sounds like an excuse," Arlon says before motioning me over. It's only then I see the collar on his desk.

It's no small band. It's as tall as my pointer finger and made of a sturdy black leather lined with fur. A silver buckle closes it, and the three little rings that lay at even intervals around it have been polished to a shine. "Kneel."

I swallow and do as told, sinking to my knees in front of him. Arlon pulls my spell necklace off before he takes the collar and slides it around my neck. My heart thuds as he tightens it snugly, though he checks to be sure it's not too snug with a couple fingers under the band. Even so, it's just tight enough and just wide enough that it checks my posture, keeping my chin up. I'll certainly never be able to forget it's there.

"For the duration of this week, this collar will stay on," he says and puts my spells back around my neck. "You are not allowed to remove it or loosen it, but if it becomes too constricting you may ask me, and I will loosen it for you."

I swallow as I look up at him and my answer is automatic. "Yes, sir."

Arlon grins, and his thumb brushes my lower lip. "Good. You've already found the correct way to address me," he says approvingly. "When I give you an order, or ask a question, you will always answer with 'yes sir' or 'no sir.' Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," I say again, though I can't stop a shiver. There's that authoritative tone I remember from when I first cast conjuration under his supervision. It's enough to make my cock twitch.

"Excluding any stops, you are not allowed to speak unless I give you permission or ask you a direct question," he says. "If you need to get my attention, you may bow until I acknowledge you."

Fucking hell. High protocol indeed. My stomach twists when I realize he's not finished. "As of now, you are not allowed to leave my presence without permission. This includes meals as well as relieving yourself. Is that understood?"

I flush red all the way to the tips of my ears. No wonder collaring is used for enchantment. Having to ask to even take a piss is humiliating in and of itself. "Yes, sir."

"Good," he says, and I hear the satisfaction in his voice. "Because you were late this morning, I think I've altered my plan for how this week will go. I was originally going to try and ease you into some mastery level enchantments, but now I think I might use this opportunity to wring a strong conjuration out of you."

He's grinning from ear to ear as he opens one of his desk drawers and pulls out the familiar metal chastity cage. I barely bite back a whimper. It's one thing to think of conjuration as no big deal during negotiations, but it's another thing entirely to be staring at the prospect of a week collared without orgasm.

"Do you think that's an acceptable punishment?" he asks, and I realize he's giving me an out.

I swallow and try to calm my racing heart down to get a reasonable thought through. Maybe this week will be easier with the cage? At least then I don't have to worry about being paraded around the Crux naked all week.

"Yes, sir," I say at last, and hope it's the right decision.

In the six months I've been at the Crux, I don't think I've seen Arlon smile this much. "Good," he says. "Then strip, and fold your clothes on the chair in the corner."

I realize my mistake instantly. There's not a godsdamn thing stopping him from doing both. I learned from corpimancy that orgasm isn't always necessary to create a spell. He might be able to wring some enchantment out of me even with the cage on.

I shiver as I get to my feet, my cock already half hard as I move to the corner and do as ordered. I fold my robe before stripping off the rest of my clothes. His office is a little chilly, and gooseflesh breaks out over my skin.

"Come here, Dominai."

He's seated behind his desk now, and I walk back over to him, face flushed. He smiles as he motions me close enough that his fingers can toy with my cock. I clench my hands behind my back and try not to tremble. "You will learn that I am strict, but I am not cruel," he says. "So consider this a gift to help get you through the rest of the week."

He jerks me onto his chair so I'm straddling his waist. My hands fly behind his neck, and I yelp in surprise as he draws my cock into his mouth. Fucking hell he's fast.

Even if speaking isn't allowed, making noise seems to be encouraged, and I moan as his tongue works my length expertly. My half-hard cock swells, and Arlon holds my hips hard, not allowing me to pull away. Not like I want to anyway. The heat of his mouth feels incredible as he swallows me to the root, taking my full length with ease.

I hadn't realized quite how aroused being collared had gotten me until my orgasm takes me by surprise. I shout as he grips my waist hard, holding me flush against him as my release comes. He doesn't pull away, and my hands knot in his hair as he swallows every last drop of me. As soon as I'm spent he grabs my neck and pulls me down to kiss me hard.

I whimper against him as I taste myself on his tongue, a rush of lust and humiliation flooding me. Godsdamn, it took him no time at all to unravel me. I suddenly feel completely outclassed and decide that Galiva and Olbric are right; I am crazy.

Arlon grins against my lips even as I feel him fasten the cage around my softening cock. I hear the little click of the lock before he holds the silver key up for me to see. "This cage will stay on until the last day of your collaring," he says. "And I'll be sure you earn your freedom in the meantime."

I'm panting by the time he lets me up, my cock already protesting the tight confines of the cage. "Now, this week is meant to help you better understand a casting mindset through your own submission," he says. "So, I want you to note every time I do something that puts you into a submissive headspace, because I will ask you to recount them to me at the end of the day, understood?"

Fucking hell, all of that was a pretty good start, but I just say, "Yes, sir."

"Good," Arlon says before he scoots his chair back from his desk. "Now, get comfortable. I have some work to do."

It takes me a second to realize what he's implying, but then I see the pillow and blankets he's set up for me. I flush hot red, but crawl into the gap under his desk, feeling like a collared dog. It's roomier than I thought it would be, though I still have to sit hunched to avoid hitting my head on the underside. Arlon reaches down and hooks one the rings of my collar to a tether that's attached to the foot of his desk. It seems to be a permanent addition, and I realize I'm not the first person he's kept under here.

I shift to find a comfortable position and settle in, pulling one of the blankets around my naked shoulders. I hear the scrape of Arlon's pen, but after a few minutes of listening to him work, I start to get a little anxious. I feel like I should be doing something. Taking notes or studying one of Galiva's endless books. It's a bit of a jolt to realize that other than be here, all other responsibilities have been lifted. It's... actually kind of nice.

When I realize I'm here for the long haul, I curl up a little more comfortably, my head left with nowhere to go but rest against Arlon's leg. He doesn't seem to mind it, and I let my eyes drift closed. A minute later, he reaches down and strokes a hand through my hair. I can't stop a smile as I start to doze.

I'm not sure how much time passes, and it's kind of nice to not have to worry about it. Since coming to the Crux, I realize I haven't really taken a break longer than the occasional Saturday. With the steady thrum of arousal coursing through me, this isn't exactly a break, but it's just close enough.

At some point, someone knocks on Arlon's door, and I blink awake. My head is pillowed on Arlon's shoe, and I rub the sleep from my eyes as he calls, "Come in."

The door grinds open, and I hear the familiar voices of Quartermaster Farlan and Paulette the chamberlain as they greet him. I flush to the tips of my ears and slide a little further into the hole under the desk. The non-magical staff of the Crux have no delusions about what we do, but I don't go out of my way to involve them in it. Arlon seems content to ignore me, but now that I'm awake, I can't help but listen in on their meeting.

Until now, I hadn't realized just how much Arlon was involved in the day to day at the Crux. The chamberlain reports earnings for the week, and the numbers make my mind boggle. Apparently people really do pay good coin for spells and wizard services. But then Paulette starts talking about how much of it we need for the final food and cloth requisitions for winter, and I realize just how much money it takes to sustain a place like the Crux. After some back and forth, the numbers are settled and requisitions list finalized.

The last order of business is that apparently the Crux is looking to hire another cook after Gladys accepted a position cooking for the King and court. Arlon leaves recruitment for that in Paulette's capable hands before their meeting is adjourned.

"Oh, Arlon," Paulette says as I hear the door creak open again. "You might tell whoever is under your desk that their toes are sticking out."

My eyes go wide, and I yank my foot out from the little crack of clearance between the bottom of the desk and floor. Paulette and Farlan laugh before I hear the door close again. Arlon chuckles, and his hand reaches down to stroke through my hair.

"Are you hungry, Dominai?"

"Yes, sir."

Arlon leans back in his chair, and I blink when he releases his cock from the slit of his trousers. "First, you tend to this."

I shiver, shocked at how fast he can drop me back into a headspace. I gently grab the base of his hardening cock, and though I've felt how big he is before, seeing it displayed makes me wonder if I can even fit him in my mouth. I do my best.

I lap at the tip before opening my mouth wide to draw him in. I feel him swell to full attention, and I inch my lips down a little further, my jaw stretching to accommodate him. I fall into a rhythm, using my hand to cover what my mouth can't as I bob up and down his length.

"No hands," Arlon orders, and I can't stop a whimper as I let go of him.

His hand snakes through my hair before he's easing me further down his length. I close my eyes and do my best to relax, but my throat isn't as flexible as Galiva's. I gag, and Arlon pulls my head back an inch, letting me take a second before he eases me back down again. Tears spring to the corners of my eyes as I fight back another gag, but I breathe deep through my nose and manage to stave it off - barely. It's a relief when Arlon pulls me back to the tip.

"I'll expect you to be able to take my full length by the end of the week," he says, his voice thick with pleasure. He doesn't seem to expect my answer as he starts to fuck my mouth shallowly, thrusting just deep enough to tease at the back of my throat. I swirl my tongue around his tip as best as I'm able and focus on drawing air in through my nose to stave off another gag.

My jaw aches, but then I feel the telltale throb of his cock. For a second, I'm afraid he's going to pull away and make me go to lunch with him all over my face. I shiver in relief when instead, he thrusts deep with a sigh of pleasure.

The sheer amount makes me grunt in surprise, a bit of him trickling from the corner of my mouth. "Swallow it," Arlon growls, and I do the best I can. He finishes with a quiet groan, and I gasp as I pull my mouth off of him. Even so, he doesn't let go of my hair until I lick him clean. Only then does he tuck his cock away before he unclasps the tether from my collar.

He pushes his chair back to allow me out from under his desk. I unfurl and stand, leaving the blanket I had been using behind. Even though I know he's seen me naked, I still feel exposed and vulnerable. It's a challenge not to drop my hands to cover my caged cock.

Arlon's eyes rake over my naked body appreciatively, and for a second, I'm afraid he's going to take me to the mess hall like this. But he must read the unease on my face, because he jerks his head to my pile of clothes in the corner.

"I'll allow you clothes today," he says. But the way he says it makes me suspect that won't always be the case.

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I spend the whole day with Arlon. For most of it, I'm kept under his desk, listening in on a stream of meetings, or just the quiet scratch of his pen. He keeps busy enough that he sends me out on a couple of errands to pick up a specific book from the library or grab him a drink from the kitchens, though he lets me stay clothed for the rest of the day.

After dinner, he takes me back to his quarters. I hadn't realized there were living quarters inside of the main tower of the Crux, but he leads me up to the second floor to the single door at the end of the corridor. His rooms are big, but they're not lavish, though the wall that holds the large glass window is pure magiline, and it makes the whole room seem a little more splendid.

There's a bed large enough to fit three people, and through the far door, I see a private bath. Thick, comfortable rugs cover the floor, and a fire crackles in the hearth in the corner to stave off the early winter chill. A few shelves along the stone wall are stacked with books, and there is a desk that, to my surprise, is covered with finished and half-finished wood carvings. The largest is a rearing horse that is carved in fine detail and polished to a deep red while the mane and tail are stained black.

He must see me staring because he says, "I used to whittle when I was younger. The hobby has just grown in scale over the years."

"It's beautiful." I immediately realize my slip and look at him with wide eyes.

Arlon chuckles and motions me closer as he takes a seat in a comfortable reading chair by the fire. I swallow as I approach, feeling exposed even with my clothes on. He hooks a finger through the ring on my collar and pulls me to a half bow, drawing my face close to his.

"I'm honestly surprised that was your first slip," he says. "I was expecting to do this a few times today."

Without warning, he yanks me over his lap. I yelp as he pulls my trousers down just enough to expose my ass. I realize what he's about to do the second before he brings his hand down in a sharp, stinging slap. I yelp again, but he isn't finished until he delivers nine more hard spanks. Then he pulls me up by the collar again and kisses me hard. "Though I appreciate the compliment," he murmurs against my lips, his scruff tickling against my skin.

He releases me, and I stumble to my feet, face hot. It reminds me a little too much of my da taking me over his knee when I was a boy, and I'm not sure how to feel about it. I go to pull my trousers back up, but Arlon stops me. "That's unnecessary," he says. "Take them off."

His deep voice has adopted that tone again, sultry and almost playful. I shiver as I do as I'm told. He hasn't told me to put them anywhere, so I just let them drop. The fire helps stave off the draft but gooseflesh breaks out over my skin anyway.

"All of it," Arlon says. From his comfortable chair, he watches me intently as I strip off my robe and shirt before discarding my boots and socks. I'm left with nothing but the cage, collar and spell necklace, and even with the fire, I can't stop a shiver.

"You've done well today," he says as he motions me forward again. He pulls me up so I'm straddling his waist again - a favorite position it seems. He brushes my hair back from my face. "I think that deserves a reward."

My heart's pounding in my chest as he guides my arms over his shoulders, moving me like a doll. My breathing sounds loud in my own ears as he pulls a small bottle of lotion from his pocket before he slathers his fingers. His slicked digits glide down my crack before he pushes one into me, spreading me gently. I can't stop a moan. He moves without an ounce of haste, thrusting one finger in deep and then a second. His fingers are large, and even with two, I feel full.

When he pushes a third into me, I groan even as my cock throbs inside of the cage. His free hand glides over my hip and down my back and ass before grabbing one cheek to spread me. I whimper and bury my face against his neck, as mortified as I am aroused.

I don't know how long he prepares me, but I'm a trembling mess by the time he pulls his fingers away. My pulse spikes as he releases his cock from his trousers and coats his hard length with lotion. He grabs my hips, angling me just so. I've only taken him twice, and I tense as I feel the blunt tip of him prod at my well slicked hole.

"Relax," he orders. I draw in a deep breath and let it out against his neck as the tip of him enters me. He feels just as big as I remember, but this time, he guides my hips down even as he rolls his up to meet me. I whimper, the stretch bordering on painful even though he's prepared me well. I bury my face against his shoulder, and he strokes a hand down my back, letting me adjust around him.

"Are you alright?"

I bite my lip and shift a little, lifting myself up before sinking back down onto him. Arlon's big, but the past six months at the Crux have made taking him a whole lot easier. I relax around his girth with a quiet groan. "Yes, sir."

"Good." He grabs my hips, pushing me further onto him even as he thrusts up to meet me. I cry out, eyes shooting wide as his cock spears me. My well-prepared hole accepts him, and I shout again as his second thrust rams that sweet spot inside of me. He holds my hips hard enough to bruise, anchoring me to him.