💦 Twistcraft

I. The Stableboy

Back in the 1669 when it happened, I was just a simple stableboy. Maybe not as simple as others. Since I was a kid people kept telling me I look like a girl because of my face and ponytail. Because I got very tired of these remarks, I developed the habit of going around topless or wear a short open jacket to make people calling me a girl look stupid.

But humans, I mean people, never stopped bothering me. Evil tongues said I didn't look much like my father and that my mother used to be quite a 'farmer's daughter' back when I was born, smiling at every nobleman. It's possible, yes, that I inherited this pretty face from a random noble. Maybe I should have tried to find my real father, he might be rich.

But I just ignored those rumors because my father wasn't ugly. From all the panting I used to hear at night, my mother was never sexually interested in any other man. Mother moaned so sweetly, every night I was waiting for them to do it, with my pillow ready between my thighs, my hips moved on their own to the rhythm of their love. I don't know why my hearing was good like an animal's. Maybe it was that bat that bit me as a child, ever since that tiny bite my hearing and my sight had greatly improved, specially at night.

I could move around the house without a single squeak when I was barefeet, so I used to peep at my parents through a little hole. They did it in darkness but I could see every detail of their bodies. I don't even know where they got all the pose ideas from but I tried to remember them all as I fapped.

I couldn't imagine how hot they looked before I was born, but I was sure I was a child of love and not a product of some bored fuck. That's why I looked prettier than most girls of my age, even though I was a boy.

As a stableboy, I tried to develop a proud stance, suck in my stomach, broaden my shoulders, raise my chest, and for some reason I liked it if my ribcage was slightly defined, I don't know why, it just made me feel more manly. I liked to walk around with a sucked-in stomach and on top of that I had a natural slim waist.

When I went to the city on that day, I had a tiny open jacket on, one that fully shows my bare chest because I didn't want to give anyone a chance to call me a girl again. As usual I was wearing a ponytail and trying to pop my ribcage out as usual and keep my stomach deep where it belongs.

II. The Hay-Stuffed Doll

In the city I walked into a large crowd just to see what's going on, I heard people shouting "Mama mia!" and "Somebody stop them!" At first I thought it was some robbery but after squeezing through all those human bodies, I saw a really weird sight!

I saw a large hay-stuffed doll of boy-like proportions held up in the air by two muscled men. They held it by the limbs and bent its body in whatever way they wanted and it bent, twisted and stretched exactly as expected from a hay-stuffed doll.

At first I couldn't understand what's the crowd's problem with that buffoonery until that very doll grinned at me and I could see very clearly that its head definitely belonged to a very real boy! At that very moment the men ripped the rags off his body and a lot of people gasped, I guess some still couldn't believe it was a real boy and thought it was some fake head.

They held him in the air by his arms and legs and twisted him so much that his ribcage popped out. I gulped because I saw the first person whose ribcage looked almost as attractive as mine. All he had left on him was the smallest undies I've ever seen. That piece of cloth was barely enough to hide his male bits and now my eyes were sliding all over his bare body as they continuned to stretch him, this time every muscle on him looked strained to the limit when he suddenly looked right in my eyes once again and grinned.

I had some intense goosebumps and started feeling really aroused as if the rest of the crowd didn't even exist. But why was I getting aroused by another guy, specially one who's being publicly tortured? Why was he laughing at his tormentors and where all the guards were looking? Why was the crowd shouting but nobody was doing anything to stop it?

III. Pure Witchcraft

For a moment there I thought maybe I'm dreaming it all. After pinching my butt I needed to come up with a better explanation. I thought maybe it's witchcraft or something. The contorting boy kept looking at me every so often as if he was doing all this just for me alone. He even stripped the very moment I showed up, it seemed like he was doing his best to appeal to my love of sexy ribs, he was also trying to make the whole performance look pleasant and not like torture because at some moment I started thinking what he's doing looked kind of beautiful in a really weird way.

I've never seen bodies getting so twisted before, so I never had the chance to see if I liked it or not, and apparently I enjoyed it more than I was ready to confess to others if they asked. I felt we had a lot in common with this boy but as if he was way ahead of me on the same road...

And they told me that I look like a girl, well, if that boy wasn't nearly naked I would take him for someone's beautiful daughter without a doubt. Certainly not a farmer's daughter, but not a skinny pale child of a nobleman either. He kind of looked the best of both worlds.

The thought brought me down a bit because I remembered how much I dreamed to have a girlfriend and love her like my father loved my mother, making her moan so sweetly. I was quite fixed on that idea and even had a long list of poses I would try with her, the problem was I could never find a girl I liked. There was not a single girl in the town who looked like I want to spend the rest of my days with her. I knew it was probably wrong to think this way but I didn't want to betray myself and give myself up to someone I don't like.

At that moment, how much I wish that twisting boy was actually a girl! If only he was a girl, I'd do everything to win her heart because for the first time in my life I saw precisely the person I was trying to find for years. I so wished he was a girl that now I could understand all the men who looked at me with the same thoughts. They were probably just feeling the same way I felt now, the fact that I wasn't a girl ruined their day.

The way the boy looked at me, I thought if only he was a girl we could start dating right away. There was something in his eyes as he looked at me, like I could just lift him up and carry him away from here and he would only hug me tight by the neck and never let me go. Or maybe I was overthinking it?

The more I looked, the more hypnotic it seemed, the way he could bend his body in any direction and to any angle without flinching. More and more it looked like some kind of art, similar to dance or juggling, and I started to fall in love with it. I couldn't wait to see the next pose, then the next one, I watched with my eyes wide open, trying to memorize every detail, I wanted each pose to remain in my mind like insects inside pieces of ember.

Even at the beginning these poses didn't scare me, I said it looked like torture just following the mood of the mob, but deep inside... it was really weird, unusual, sure, but when I tried wine for the first time I also thought it tasted weird, but then...

I had a realization I could still try to become his dear friend and we could spend a lot of time together. So what if we don't have sex! Even though we were both boys, we could still become friends for life. Or would that be too much to bear? Not being able to have sex with him, hear his sweet moans... I realized I could even sleep with him, even though he is a guy. Just one thing I couldn't bear is the thought of meeing him for the first and the last time in my life.

Meanwhile they continued to twist his body in all kinds of ways and somehow my body started responding in a strange way to all these unbelievable postures, as if I also wanted to experience them, rather than just watching. I really wanted to get back home right away, so I could try how far I could bend, myself... But my heart ached at the thought this boy might disappear from my life forever if I just looked away for a second.

IV. The Horseman

My thoughts were interrupted by some mounted nobleman who began talking to me quite insistently. Right off he made a remark about how he noticed that I loved the show. I was just about to tell him I'm not a girl and he's wasting his time trying to hit on me, but then he suddenly made an offer that made me gasp...

He complimented my slender body and my good posture, saying that if could become his pupil and learn to bend my body just like his other pupil (and he pointed at the performing boy!), and in exchange he was willing to give my parents enough money to buy a new house!

I was a hostler's son, I grew up by the stables, I never thought my life would change a bit from where it was... And I loved it like that, I loved my horses, my home, etc. Suddenly while standing in the middle of our town square I got the proposition to literally turn everything in my life upside down!

I gulped. If I were older, I'd probably think that offer over and over, find a lot of cons... But as a hot blooded youth I was immediately hooked! It felt like suddenly digging up a treasure chest! I didn't even know if I could trust this nobleman whom I've never seen before, but he just charmed me like a snake.

If he looked like a gypsy, I might suspect some trick but he looked nothing like a trickster. I'd say him and the boy looked like the kind of people I've never seen before in my life! The boy looked so refined and pretty, with very thin and accurate features and a silky silver hair done in a pageboy haircut. He could easily be some lord's son, even a royalty, if only he wasn't almost naked and bending his body for the crowd's entertainment.

The noble horseman was cloaked with a silky black cape but his chest and legs were bare and nicely muscled, his fair curls were long, falling on his muscled chest. His pecs were pumped and tight, his nipples the kind that make you wonder why girls are not allowed to go around topless but guys can.

For a moment there I thought that he also has to expose his manly torso so people wouldn't take him for a woman. If this man was serious about his offer, I certainly wouldn't mind to have a teacher like that because honestly this man looked like archangel Gabriel upon a horse, just without wings.

V. The Master

I gulped again and asked if he really thinks it possible to teach me to bend like that kid, because I couldn't imagine myself bending like that even for a second! He reassured me that he knows exactly what he's saying when he tells me I'd be absolutely breathtaking in a very little time. I couldn't sense any joke or trickery in his words. It seemed he genuinely wanted to have me as a pupil and it was a honest offer. Maybe he really was like a sculptor who knows exactly how to turn a block of stone into a masterpiece, even if some noob can't believe it can be done.

He asked me to lead him to my home, so he could have a word with my parents. We talked a bit more and he told me he's going to start training me very soon and I wouldn't believe how far I'd be able to bend at the end of my first day of training, and that I'm going to love it so much I'd be begging for more. He chuckled softly and that was a great relief because I was very nervous, but because we talked a lot, I grew to like him very quickly.

I said I still couldn't take the bends of that boy out of my head. In fact, I confessed I was going to try how far I could bend myself immediately after getting back home! He said with a smile that he's glad he intercepted me in time because doing that without proper instructions was a bad idea. I could have pulled a muscle and cursed flexibility for eternity!

VI. Beyond Horizons

He said he's currently renting an appartment in the San Michele hotel, but going to sail off to the isle of Pantelleria very soon. There he had a whole mansion where I would live and train in a loving and inspiring company...

Pantelleria! I never went so far in my whole life, in fact I never went very far at all. It seemed more and more like a dream and I really hoped I wasn't really lying at home right now in my bed with my pillow between my thighs, just capturing good dreams sent by my penis rubbing against the soft fabric. But no matter how much I pinched my butt, there was no waking up from this. And it made me feel really happy.

By the time we arrived at my home, I had the feeling I'd known this man my whole life. In my eye he was a powerful and kind man, very gentle and humorous to a nice extent. It felt like he shares all my passions and interests. He even complimented my ribcage and the way I sucked in my stomach, saying I looked too good for this boring town.

I remembered how the two muscled men treated that flexible kid back in the town square and had goosebumps from the realization that my noble companion was most certainly going to hold my body in his strong arms, holding me by my shoulders, by my knees and my thighs. What was it going to feel like to hold my body against him? Well, that boy definitely did that, and he was not only alive and well but looked very happy about himself. So it couldn't be too bad.

Would that hurt to have my body bent? That bendy boy didn't look hurt in the slightest, he was smiling at me all the time, even when every single bone in his body was popping out as he was getting tugged into the tightest of knots. Well, even if it hurt at first, I'd consider his performance as my first lesson and always keep in mind that one day I'd reach the point where it doesn't hurt in the slightest. I would just breathe out, clench my teeth and let my Master guide me.

VII. Convenient Lies

While I was thinking all that, my future Master had a conversation with my father. For some reason he never mentioned anything about bending and twisting, the whole dialogue was about him cultivating some vines on Pantelleria and searching for a fine looking young lad to take care of his horse.

He said that his other employees were all young men, working for him was also their first job, that's why they receive additional education but at the same time a generous salary. He said I'd never be lonely in his household and would make friends easily because all the other boys are very open and friendly.

Boys, boys, boys. I was a bit disappointed when he mentioned he only had pageboys and no maids. There was still hope for a more traditional village near his mansion and a small chance I'd be able to find a girl who looks like lots of fun. But considering how many boys there were on that isle, all the girls must be already taken.

I was quite puzzled that he only talked about bending on our way here, but with my father he talked about everything but bending. He didn't give the slightest hint on what I've just been through. He simply said that I complimented his horse and we talked for a while, so he figured I'm very good with horses and he decided he couldn't find a better candidate for this special job.

I tried my best to keep a straight face and trust my Master. I already figured he's very experienced at doing things perfectly, so it must have been part of his plan. Indeed it would be very silly to mention the bending all of a sudden, that would really confuse my father to the point he might ask him to leave. If someone told me about bending this morning I'd also told him to go find another fool.

Yes, it was very wise to briefly mention it as 'additional education' and I quite loved hearing that I'd still be able to keep taking care of horses on that isle. I hoped that the horse wasn't also a convenient lie.

VIII. The Family Silver

After discussing every aspect of my future job and sharing a humble meal with us, Master somehow made my parents so proud of me that they just couldn't wait for me to take the job. They agreed that I should leave immediately and start working as soon as I can. Back then I still haven't realized that my Master was a warlock who could manipulate people easily and in a lot of different ways.

Because Master said he would buy me new clothes and everything I need by himself, mother only gave me her best silver bracelet as a memory of home.
For some reason I felt kind of aroused when I put it around my arm. I had strange waves and pulsations through my body and oddly I felt that my pants got a lot tighter on the crotch, even though I didn't have an erection, more like my penis grew significantly bigger.

Father took of his own bracelet and put it on my other arm. He said with a smile that where I go there would be a lot of rivals and if I wanted to get me a nice lass, I'd need a serious advantage. Mother pulled on the rope holding my pants and pulled them down, then pulled down my underwear, revealing my genitals. My penis and balls were significantly bigger than I remembered. Father immediately held my balls and massaged them, while mother took the shaft of my penis and started working it out with her hand.

Each stroke got me harder and harder. I opened my mouth and moaned, I figured that despite all the self-pinching, this couldn't be reality. So I relaxed and started enjoying it, knowing I'll be very sad when I finally wake up. I stood there like a proud son and my parents helped to develop a huge erection, my penis was a beauty, almost twice bigger than I remembered.

IX. The Dream

Father said he's very proud of me and patted my large penis. I tried to hold my breath so the dream wouldn't end from this much excitement. I looked at the Master, he was standing there like an archangel with his arms crossed, he looked very pleased. Once I looked in his eyes, he immediately approached and said he's going to test me personally to make sure that I wouldn't have any complications.

Having said that, he kneeled and took the head of my penis in his mouth. He started sucking the head and he did that amazingly. Of all the things I expected to happen to me this wasn't on the list. I had no idea what to do but since I was a hundred percent convinced it's a dream, I decided to do my best to make it last and see what's gonna happen in the end.

His lips started moving along the shaft too, I was dazed to see it was possible for a man to take such a huge piece so deep in his throat without flinching. Considering how many arousing sights and thoughts I had today, I almost instantly wanted to cum, I tried to pull out of his mouth but he only held me tighter and swallowed me whole. I wasn't give any other option but to cum deep down his throat, just hoping not to choke him.. But he only gulped and then pulled my penis out of his mouth and smiled, licking a few more drops of cum that he squeezed out of my manhood.

I was very excited that the dream didn't end while I was cumming, I stood there not knowing what to do next. I knew nothing here was real, so I helped mother to pull up my underwear and then father pulled up my pants and did the rope for me. He then slapped my butt, which he never did before in my entire life, and once again said he's very proud of me and that I'm hung like a stallion.

Master took my hand as if I was a girl and led me out of the house. He mounted his horse and put me in front of himself. Normally I absolutely hated being treated like a girl but since it was a dream, I tried not to get angry, even after I felt his hardening bulge between my butt cheeks.

X. The Horse Ride

We rode out of the stables and through the town. It was already getting dark, even though it was midday when we entered my house. It couldn't get so dark so quickly but the horizon was really colorful tonight and that distracted me.

The other distraction was his penis rubbing against the crack of my butt and it was pretty obvious it's not because the horse was jogging. He was actually humping my butt and enjoying himself. I don't know why I arched my spine and tried to find a good angle, so I could move my hips in unison to make it more pleasant for him.

I knew even if I manage to make my dream last so long, it could also turn into a nightmare at any moment. Perhaps it already did because I had a man enjoying my ass upon a horse, taking me to his boy harem on a distant isle, and my parents were left back in the house and didn't even say goodbye, not to mention they did things they'd never do to me in my worst nightmare.

I thought thinking of something nice would be the best idea to keep this dream away from turning into something horrible, but all I could think about was having more sex...

XI. Life Eternal

I asked Master if he was ever going to cum as he had been humping my butt for quite a while but he said that he only cums when he wants to and he doesn't want to cum in his pants, but he could ride normally if I wasn't enjoying it.

I told him that I liked it and it wasn't a lie... I had build up so much tension inside about not being a girl that finally acting like one felt very relaxing. It felt nice within the safety of a dream, I wouldn't even mind if he shoved his penis in my ass and fucked me upon that horse, just to know what it feels like on the girl's end.

But I didn't dare to ask him to do that, instead we talked more and one of my questions I remember was asking if it's true that all his employees are boys and he confirmed that, saying they all appear to be between 18-20 years old but their real ages are very different...

The youngest looking boy was much older than Master himself, and Master was over 600 years old. I chuckled and said I would never have thought he could be older than early twenties. He advised to not judge people by the looks, especially magicians. A lot of people in this world are older than they look, he said, but as a rule they want nobody to find out.

Before I asked, Master revealed that I was also going to attain eternal youth and some knowledge of magic. I was never going to look older than I looked on that day and perhaps would even appear more youthful over time, specially if I practiced contortion a lot that is a great way to rejuvenate the body.

XII. The Unbreaking

I asked him about that 'contortion' he mentioned. He explained it's just what I saw his other boy doing back in the town square and it wasn't exactly magical, even simple commoners could learn to do it to some extent, like some simple 'oversplits' or 'backfolds', but nothing as extreme as the things I saw.

He explained that stretching the body beyond its limitations unlocks many of its hidden secrets, so it's often used by magicians of all kinds, from Siberian shamans and Indian yogins to Irish druids and Mexican brujos. He advised me to develop a great passion for extreme stretching from now on but I assured him I was in love with his other pupil's demonstration and was eager to try it myself.

He said it's not long to wait now and he would give me a taste of contortion practice in his appartments but I should not expect to bend in half backwards on my first try. Stretching is all about how it feels, not about how it looks. You can get a great feeling from your first stretches even if they don't look that impressive to others, it's all about how it feels to you and how far you're ready to push it. But as you get much better at it, you'd have to do some really extreme stretches just to get that original good feeling. That's why after some years of practice people, especially magicians, start looking like they have rubber instead of bones or even no bones at all...

I said I understand that because I remember my first day riding a horse as a kid and it felt great! But then I got so good at riding that I needed to do crazy things just to feel as excited, like making the horse gallop really fast or jump over fenses and trenches. Good that my father never slapped me, in fact he was always too embarassed to touch me at all, but sometimes he would lock me up in my room for a whole day after doing something crazy and almost getting my neck broken.

Master chuckled and said he was going to make my joints so stretchy that I wouldn't break my neck even if I fell off a horse at full speed. With more practice my body would become pretty much immune to all physical damage, even bruises and injuries, as long as I kept stretching for at least a few hours every day. But he assured me that those few hours would be my favorite part of the day and nothing like a chore.

XIII. The Homunculus

After arriving to Master's appartment I was overjoyed to meet the flexible boy from earlier, but this time much closer. It took my breath away to stand right next to him.

Master said his name was Marzo and he may not be a hay-stuffed doll but he's also not a human. He was a homunculus, an artificially created being. He couldn't live without an owner who would lend a small fraction of his consciousness to animate the homunculus, but whenever the owner is too busy the homunculus looks just like a marble statue.

Master said he's giving me Marzo as a gift and from now I was responsible to keep him alive. When I complained that I know nothing about magic, at least not yet, he said that all I need to do is simply think of Marzo and Marzo would do the rest, there's nothing else to it really... Master said that after they met at the town square, he had to keep thinking about Marzo for a good hour to let him put his clothes back on and get all the way back to Master's appartment.

Seeing the look on my face, Master had to explain it's not cruel to forget about him because Marzo is very old, practically antique, and he gets very tired if he's kept up for too long. However, he told me, I shouldn't use Marzo only for sex because beside being perfect lovers, homunculi also have inhuman strength and they're good at remembering whole books word for word and can be great helpers in many other cases, so I shouldn't just fuck him all day, even though I was probably going to do that anyway.

I complained I wasn't going to use him for sex at all, unless I could somehow turn him into a girl. Master just looked at Marzo and the homunculus took off his only tiny underwear and revealed a perfectly smooth crotch with no trace of any genitalia, male or female. His bulge was nothing more than another piece of the same underwear crumbled into a ball.

XIV. The Humping

Master said that homunculi are genderless and he just picked the name and gender he liked but I'm free to change it to Marzia or anything else of my own preference. I said it doesn't feel right and when people buy horses they can't just go and change their name to their own liking.

I felt strangely aroused once I learned that Marzo is not a boy but a genderless being. I said I always had a special liking for pillow humping and I never needed my pillow to have a penis or a vagina, and Marzo was a thousand times better than a pillow! I noticed Marzo's face turned literally red and he looked down to hide his smile.

I immediately felt embarassed by my own words, not because of my confessions about humping but the way I compared Marzo to an animal and to an inanimate object. But then I looked at him and he seemed pleased like never before... I quickly figured that being a homunculus he probably doesn't like being compared to a real boy, but saying that he's a thousand times better than a pillow or that he's better than any doll in the world really pleases him, probably gives him some homunculus equivalent of goosebumps...

I was feeling very horny and since we talked so much of sex I felt like I could benefit from being straightforward about my habits. I felt that Master needs to get to know me really well since I was going to be his pupil. I saw Marzo kneeling on the bed and laying down with his naked butt up and his legs spread.

I looked at Master and he nodded at me. Ever since my penis grew larger, I felt my brain was no longer in charge here. Almost mechanically I threw off all my clothes and crawled on top of Marzo, putting my penis between his butt cheeks. Before my brain processed it, my huge penis was already half way in his ass. It felt super strange! Like a tight tunnel, smooth and wet, that responded to my invasion, embracing my penis nice and tight, almost massaging it somehow. I just wanted to keep moving but no matter how deep I went there was no bottom to his hole. In the end my cum shot deep inside and I just fell on Marzo and hugged him.

I suddenly had all the morning memories rushing into my head, how I first saw him, how they torn his rags apart and once he had nothing but a small thong on him they began to stretch and twist him. To my surprise my brain remembered every single pose I liked and I could rewatch them in full detail like a slideshow.

Meanwhile to my surprise Marzo leaned on his elbows and somehow twisted his upper body around and hugged me. His hipbone didn't move the slightest but his ribcage fully rotated 180 degrees around at the waistline and his ribs popped out so much that both our ribcages really digged into each other. Needless to say I was put straight into some personal heaven...

I couldn't believe that not only I just fucked him but he was also mine from now on, not mine like a friend or a wife, but mine like the horse my father gave me on my birthday... I think it was a turning point for me, I realized most people wouldn't be able to own a boy like that, even if they knew he's not human... But to me it felt just right to own him like a pet.

Up close his face looked prettier than any girls I've ever seen. His features were refined like a doll that was crafted by God himself. He had the most beautiful lips! After smiling at me he just pulled me into a kiss and I lost my resistance.

XV. The Sandwich

Kissing him was great! I felt my penis, still inside his butt, started growing hard again. After a few moments I was slowly moving inside him as we kissed. I couldn't understand how he could twist that way that my hips lay on his butt but my chest lay on his chest, but it worked so perfectly that I had another round, completely forgetting that Master was watching us the whole time.

I only remembered once I felt someone else crawling onto the bed. I felt Master's body behind, then I felt a wet tongue against my butt hole. He started greedily licking it but I was too deep in Marzo's mouth and ass to resist. Marzo hugged me tighter and kissed me over and over, not giving a chance to say a word.

Oddly Master's tongue felt really good inside my butt hole. I don't know why I had this thought to resist in the first place. Nothing bad was happening, so I just relaxed. Master's tongue felt so good that I released another cumshot in Marzo's ass. This time I lay on him to take a breather and he hugged me and stroked my back, meanwhile Master stopped licking my anus and crawled on top of me.

I felt really squished between the two bodies, almost instantly I felt Master's penis between my butt cheeks but I gave up struggling and just relaxed my muscle ring. He lay on me and pressed me into Marzo with all his weight. He wasn't fat but that didn't make him any lighter. I heard that muscles weigh way more than fat but I never believed that until that evening. I wondered how we didn't crush poor Marzo, maybe the advantage to have rubber instead of bones...

XVI. The Flashback

As I was being squished by Master, I felt his penis getting deeper and deepeer inside me. With a surprising ease. I had no idea how it moves inside so easily, and here I must make a confession that I was once caught by a man in a dark alley, he showed me a knife and told me to put my pants down. He never managed to do what he was going to do and he just cursed me, kicked me in the balls and left me to cry until I was able to walk again.

Since then my butt hurt and bled for almost a month but I never dared to go to the herbalist as I felt I'd never get a girl with that kind of reputation. Since then I abhorred anal sex and tried to stay away from men in general, but never had the luck with girls either. My pillow was my best friend.

Master changed completely how it felt, I don't know how he entered me so gently but it felt amazing. I figured I never hated the thought of butt sex, just the pain. With Master there was no pain at all, he simply filled me up and rubbed me inside, all I could feel was pleasure. And somehow comfort. The intimacy of having Master's penis in my butt made me feel better than in the middle of a birthday party.

XVII. The Snake

Meanwhile it crawled so deep inside me that I wondered just how long his penis can be? I swear I could feel its head somewhere near my stomach! Then I felt really warm inside and heard his heavy panting, so I figured that he came.

He gave us one last hug, then rolled onto the bed next to me and Marzo. I looked at him and my eyes opened wide! His penis looked like a snake, it was so long its head was above his navel, and it was already softening, so it was even longer inside me!

Master looked at me and chuckled, saying he can make it even longer, in fact his record was the length that could touch his own chin, but Marzo was the only one who could take it. Unfortunately, he said, keeping it too long for too long costed too much stamina, but he still wanted to impress me on my first time, so he doubled his normal length.

XVIII. The Old Man

He asked how it felt and I said it felt great and he could do it again if he wanted. Master just mumbled something and closed his eyes. I reminded him a bit louder that he forgot he wanted to show me how to stretch, but it didn't look like he heard me.

I tried to complain to Marzo but he softly told me that Master is old, really old, but Marzo is very very young and wants to have sex with his new owner! Then he looked at me like a puppy and licked my cheek. I still couldn't believe how cute he was, I couldn't help but kissed his adorable face again.

I couldn't get enough of him but suddenly felt the need to sleep too. I lay on my side and Marzo took a good angle in front of me to let me easily hump him if I wanted. I tried to move my hip a few times but I was so exhausted that don't even remember if I came or not...

XIX. The Morning Wood

I woke up from having my penis sucked and had an intense cumshot before I could even open my eyes and focus properly. After I rubbed my eyes a little I finally recognized Master's muscled body over me. He lifted my legs and was just shoving his penis in my butt.

After shoving his whole length inside me he leaned on me in such a way that my knees were pushed to the sides of my face and my thighs pressed against my chest. He began moving his penis inside my ass. My legs felt a bit stretched but not much, when suddenly he grabbed my ankles and pushed them down on the pillow behind my head.

I gasped! My body didn't know how to react and strained but the intense movement inside my butt had some strange relaxing effect on me, it relaxed me and after a few thrusts Master was able to push my ankles all the way behind my head. He continued to fuck me while holding and adjusting my legs until I could feel my ankles with my neck and then upper back!

I panted heavily in unison with his thrusts, not sure how much further he planned to go but the feeling of my foot touching my own shoulder blade made me suddenly cum so hard over my stomach! The stretch started feeling so intense that I begged for release but Master held me like that for several minutes without ceasing to fuck me non-stop. It was really weird, every muscle in my body protested but he was holding me so tight and fucking me so hard that all my body could do in protest was cumming two more times.

He finally let go and pulled me up for a kiss, but we made out only for a few seconds, then he pushed my head down to suck his cock. I had zero experience with that but once again some of his magic worked and somehow his penis went all the way down my throat. Now I know he was able to show me all these things because he was a powerful magician, but back then I was really confused that my body was able to do such things. The weirdest thing of all was that I no longer needed to breathe, I could just suck, enjoy the cock in my mouth and pretty much don't care about anything like breathing or gagging.

Little did I expect that he would grab my hips and pull hard, so much that my spine arched backwards and then he kept pulling until my butt touched the back of my head. I felt my ponytail tickle my own balls. My backbone felt so curved and stretched to its limit, I could no longer understand what's going on, out of my entire body only my cock wasn't confused, it just released yet another heavy load!

I heard Master's panting and suddenly felt my stomach getting filled, it felt kind of like drinking warm milk from a large mug. The fact I didn't choke on it didn't even surprise me. I was pretty sure I couldn't do any of that back bending or deep throating without Master using all kinds of sorcery to make it possible.

I wondered what was the next crazy thing we're gonna do when he pulled me up and let me sit on the bed normally. All I could say is wow! And I was probably red like a tomato and covered in cum from the nipples to the pubes!

XX. The Bath

Next he held me up like a little girl and carried me across the room to the bath tub. There was nobody in the room but the bath tub looked just done, with bubbles and steam. He let me step on my own feet and we got right into the tub.

The water was hot and made me melt. I leaned closer to him and we started making out. I chuckled, remembering how I dreamed to do this with a girl one day and now I'm doing it with a man and playing the girl's part myself!

Well, guess he wasn't just any man but a wizard! I guessed that I don't mind behind his little...witch. I just didn't know what to think, everything was so comfy, I couldn't believe it! This must be what girls feel when they're extremely lucky to get some royal level date with a guy who just does everything for them, so all they have to do is spread their legs.

I wondered what Marzo was up to and the second I remembered him the boy materialized out of thin air, got into the tub and hugged us.

Epilogue

Needless to say, my mornings never started like this before, but since then... Ugh, sorry, maybe I'll write more about it some other time, it's hard to stop thinking of Marzo while writing all that and when you think of him... he's making it even harder...