Cuddling on the
Wild Side

I liked the effect my ‘costume’ was having on him. I decided I’d leave it on while we started. In this kind of situation I knew that it would be a while before he got to touch me anyway and it was pretty exhilarating to be part satyr. When we walked into my apartment I think he was a little surprised at the surroundings.

I was lucky enough to not have roommates to deal with. The family had plenty of money from way back and Mom didn’t think my dealing with non-witches looking over my shoulder all the time was the kind of life lesson I needed. Bless her heart. Because of that, I was able to keep an apartment that didn’t look like a college crap-house. No posters on the wall curling down around thumbtacks marred my walls. There were a few pieces of art hanging. The furniture matched and was clean. There weren’t dishes in the sink. There were candles everywhere. It was impressive for an 18 year old and it went to work on Calvus immediately.

“Michael, take your shoes off at the door. When you are done come take mine off for me.” I’d already sat down on the sofa and put my feet up. He did as he was told. He didn’t manage to hide the cringe when I called him by his birth name, though. That one hit the mark. “Now, strip down to your underwear.”

“Yes, sir.”

And he did. I was very turned on by all of this. I’d never played this kind of scene out during sex. Normally my taking over was in meetings or work groups for classes. It was a bit of a defense mechanism in those situations. This was different, though. This felt good. It felt good to have this guy standing in front of me in nothing but a jock strap rubbing his dick. He evidently thought that’s what underwear were. I was glad.

“Did I tell you to touch your cock? Take your hands off of it.” Having watched a lot of porn was finally paying off. “Kneel on the floor but don’t come any closer to me. I want to see what you’ll look like if you get to suck my dick.”

I’d turned the heat up when we walked in. My apartment was getting very warm. We were both starting to sweat. It ran down his tight stomach to the waistband of his jock. I was pleased to see that I’d been right about his waist. He was built just like I’d imagined. Thinking about that concerned me. I had to make sure I’d not altered his body with my imaginings. Nope, this was all him.

The sweat was having a pretty sexy effect on my fur. Wet fur sticking to six-pack abs is a lot more arousing than I’d have thought before I saw it myself. My cock was straining at the drawstring of my pants. Calvus’ eye seemed to be trying to conjur up the ability to see through fabric. It made me squirt a little precum that marked my crotch nicely.

“I’m going to change clothes. Don’t fucking move.”

“Please don’t.”

“Please don’t what?”

“Please don’t, sir.”

“What don’t you want me to do?”

“I’d really like you to stay in that, sir.”

“I’m not going to keep this fur on my body if I’m going to let you have my dick.”

“Please don’t change, Glistern? I know it’s not glued on. I’ve seen that before. Please stay like that. You are so sexy like that.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do. I… do.”

Just then I saw it. He was more like me than I’d thought. He was pulling magic. Just a trickle, but that’s all the Grans ever saw me pull. I realized that I was as big a fool as they had been. “Show me what you can do.”

“I can’t do anything. I’m not like you. No witches in my family. I can play at it. That’s all. Parlor tricks.”

“Get out.”

“What? Why?” Such panic in his face. Desperation was all over him.

“I won’t feed a liar.”

“I’m not lying! It’s true, sir!”

“Show me a trick, then, witch.”

In a flash, purple eyes. He was able to do small things like I had done when I was a boy. Then from purple back to blue. He was just like me when I first started. This was my lucky day. A sub who would do as he was told and who needed magical training. It was like getting a lover, brother and slave all in one day.

“Take off your jock. Show me your cock.” Beautiful. Uncut, leaking, bone hard. “Show me your ass.” He turned around and I saw the two melons surrounding a little pink pucker that was winking like it’d never been touched. “Back your ass up to me. Stay on your knees.” Right up to the edge of the couch is where he stopped. His ass was threatening to pull my balls out of my pants of it’s own accord. Always willing to help a guy out, that’s me.

I couldn’t get my dick to that hole with him so close to the sofa so I put my bare foot on his ass and shoved. He flew forward and landed on his stomach on the floor. “Stay down.” I stood up and dropped my pants. “Keep your eyes down.” My cock was almost as far up as the fur lining my stomach. This was going to be less than easy. Evidently I grew my dick even bigger when I took on this shape. I wasn’t expecting a complaint.

I pulled him up onto his knees and crouched behind him. Fucking is better with the top still on his feet. Leverage is key to really beating a hole up. I had to really tip my hips forward to get the angle right, though, with my cock coming out of that sheath. I grabbed his hair to give me a good handle for maneuvering him and slowly, painfully, slid every last inch of my dick up his hole. Once it was hilt deep I just let it rest in there. It was a tight hole and my dick loved it. He tried to hide the pain of my thick cock sliding in his ass, but he let out some soft yelps.

I pulled some leather bracelets out of the air that were a lot like the ones he’d been wearing when I’d last seen him and put them on his wrists while he was on my dick. The only difference with these was the addition of a couple of D-rings on each one. This allowed them to be clipped to each other and to something else at the same time. I stood up and cock-walked him back to the bedroom with his wrists bound to each other. Magic makes spontaneity easy. I could whip things up at the last minute, so to speak. When we got there I pulled his hands over his head and snapped two clips into place keeping him stretched to his tiptoes suspended from two ropes that were now hanging from the ceiling.

Straining legs do amazing things to the muscles in a guy’s hole. His shitter was milking my dick and I didn’t have to do a thing. So, I pulled my cock out without warning and walked away from him. The whimper he let out almost made me nut right then and there.

“Shut the fuck up. Quit whining. I’m not going to fuck some pussy boy.”

“Yes, sir.”

I walked into the other room and left him there. I expected he’d be a little panicked. I expected that he’d be a little scared. It was evident that I was the only one in this kind of scenario for the first time. He stood there like a champ and waited until I got back.

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