A Wizard's War - 32. The Troll

The cage had become home. It was the only refuge where he was not used or pumped with power only to be drained. Master Akar was tyrannical in his so-called training, abusing Simon’s body and stretching his hole with various diabolical contraptions. The power of the Seeded One had limits and they intended to find out what they were.

He faced the corner, away from the bars. Focused on the dark, maybe a stain left by some previous occupant. He’d considered wiping it away many times, but to what end? It was a focal point, as good as any, on which to concentrate, to drift inward.

“Why do you come here?” Yidian whispered wearily when he sensed Simon studying him.

The demon was but a shell, wasted away, much like Simon himself. The once glorious demon made of ice as hard as iron that resided everywhere in Simon’s subconscious was now a faint memory. Simon never knew he could perceive Yidian so completely until he was pushed to such extremes.

“I’d be alone otherwise,” Simon answered, “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I have no comfort to give you,” Yidian growled, “You’ve fucked yourself and doomed me with you.”

“I know.”

Yidian seemed stunned by Simon’s quick acceptance, and they sat in silence for a long while.

“I see only one way out.”

“And you’re afraid to take that journey again?”

“I saw my parents in Meridiah, but they weren’t my parents. Just some illusion trying to keep me there.”

“You’ve told me little of what you saw there,” Yidian’s tone remained that of stoic annoyance, but his interest was clear.

Simon recounted his strange adventures in Meridiah, but as he tried to grasp the right words it was elusive, as if recalling a dream. There were highlights of course, like the sphinx, Luxicrucifor.

“A fish? You turned it into a fish?” Yidian laughed gleefully in such a deranged way, it set Simon’s teeth on edge.

“It’s not that funny,” Simon shrugged and continued after Yidian composed himself. He recounted the demon referred to only as ‘Rocky’ who led him to the massive crater and his childhood home.

“It appears differently to everyone, the Mirror of Souls,” Yidian remarked, “The final barrier to keep the dead where they belong.”

“Fortunate, I had a body to come back to,” Simon nodded, then he paused in thought a moment.

“Why did you come back for me? Clearly, Belothemid knew I would die if they sent Rocky too.”

“The oracle Morgana spoke much when the dark wizard Arganon made her speak of the coming end. The spell made her a conduit to unseen realms and possible futures. You read from her book once with the lizard boy.”

“Zolgrim,” Simon smiled as he remembered his fond memories with the serpent priest.

“Many know the passage of the Seeded One,” Yidian continued, “But fewer know another passage that is of great importance ‘Three deaths will it take, to change the world.’”

“That also refers to the Seeded One?” Simon was suddenly afraid.

“Belothemid is older and more knowing than I,” Yidian shrugged, “I was just following orders.”

“And now?” Simon asked.

“There was a moment I… no, we tasted freedom” Yidian gloated hideously, recalling the feeling, “Werewolf, orc, serpent, and man filling us with exquisite power! We felt unstoppable! Why bother with Belothemid and his schemes when we might rule this pitiful world together?”

“I’m sorry,” Simon was sincere in his regret. Afterall, he’d tasted the same intoxicating power as Yidian. But he knew the demon had used him, and their union was always a fragile one.

“I’m a demon,” Yidian seemed to read Simon’s thoughts, “We’ll only ever be a demon, but we are bound you and I for better or worse. My loyalty is with you.”

Satisfied with the response, Simon returned to the more pressing issue.

“Three deaths? Will others have to die, or will I have to die again?”

“You said you see only one way out,” Yidian wheezed and then coughed.

“So, you conveniently mention this prophecy now?” Simon ground his teeth, lacing sudden venom in his words, “I’m tired of playing these games. What more are you hiding, demon?”

“You see me as I am now,” Yidian gestured to their close confines matching Simon’s outrage, “Take whatever knowledge you want from me, but I’ve seen thousands of human lifetimes and experienced untold horrors that would drive you to the brink of madness. But never the power and freedom I’ve known with you. Trust that I am with you, or don’t. Just kindly, fuck off, so I might rest.”

Simon smiled after a moment and then they both began to laugh a little.

“I guess I’ll fuck off then,” Simon chuckled, “I could use whatever rest I can get as well.”

When Master Akar returned, he delighted in waking Simon from his fitful sleep with a loud banging upon the bars of the cage. The metal rod in Akar’s hands was not only for beatings but also for insertion with reckless force. The power of the Seeded One kept Simon just resilient enough to their abuse that they were able to administer more after a bit of rest.

“Today’s a big day,” Master Akar was giddy, and a big smile lit his handsome face. There was no doubt that Simon felt an attraction to the man, his cold dark skin was alluring and always smelled of fresh juniper. His cock was also an impressive sight, thicker and wider than most of the human men he’d encountered. Although there was little of the human left in Master Akar; much like Julian, he was a deranged cultist feeding on blood.

The way they had seduced him, their words like honey, Simon had experienced such trickery before from Auren Qualls. His words were like snakes, coercing him to submit. Simon had not expected it from Julian and had unwisely given him his confidence. The fiend had seized upon the opportunity to secure such an asset, bloated with untold magic power, that could be pumped with more and more power before feeding.

Each day Julian Crusnik and Master Akar had grown younger and more virile, while Simon was nearly as wasted away as he’d once been in the goblin pit. His stomach clenched at the thought of food and his body ached from restless sleep and general discomfort. Their pet would not last much longer if they continued down this path.

“You will break me, Master,” Simon rasped as his half-lidded eyes looked out at Akar.

“No, my pet,” Julian spoke from behind Akar, “Today, we liberate you.”

Julian had not been to the dungeon in some time and left most of Simon’s training in Master Akar’s capable hands. It must be a big day if Julian had decided to attend in person. This only added to Simon’s unease.

“Come, pet,” Master Akar called gleefully as he opened the door of the cage. Simon knew by now that he was meant to approach on his hands and knees like a submissive animal. He shuffled out of the cage and cowered before Master Akar.

“How well trained,” Julian remarked, impressed.

“Would you like some of my big dick?” Akar asked Simon and then speaking to Julian, “Look at that eager twinkle in his eyes. Even in this state the lust of the Seeded One is so potent. He makes my cock hard as rock as soon as I approach.”

Indeed, Simon could see Master Akar’s erect shaft twitching inside his trousers.

“It is fascinating,” Julian agreed, “Despite our fond moments together, it is clear he craves you a great deal more. After such abuse, you’d think it impossible.”

“Well pet?” Master Akar suddenly looked back seriously, “I asked if you’d like some of my big dick?”

“No, thank you, Master,” Simon lied as he licked his lips, his face eye level with the beautiful black cock. He wanted it with every fiber of his being and their intoxicating words made him want it more.

“You would lie to your master?” Akar roared as he struck Simon hard with the metal rod and sent him sprawling on the floor.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Simon whimpered as he hurried to sit back up. He knew from experience that continuing to wallow in pain on the floor would only result in further beating.

“Are you certain he is ready?” Julian considered. He’d been walking in a slow circle around Simon and inspecting the haggard figure on the floor. “We may only get one chance at this.”

“Before night has fallen, it will be done,” Master Akar spoke with absolute certainty.

“Very well,” Julian nodded, “Begin.”

Simon was lacking clothes aside from a harness of straps that Master Akar had placed around his torso for easier handling and his tattered undergarment. Akar pushed him over on his hands and knees and exposed Simon’s ass. Simon felt the familiar lubricant that Master Akar was fond of using and then several of Akar’s fingers delved roughly inside. Simon hitched his breath briefly and then tried to relax, allowing the penetration to happen. It only hurt worse if he squeezed down now.

“So fucking eager,” Master Akar laughed deliriously. Simon noticed Julian watching Akar with some alarm.

Akar, as he’d done countless times before, pulled out his cock and inserted it without hesitation into Simon’s hole. Simon moaned as he was filled so fully and then the cock slid out and he was hit with the metal rod.

“Don’t make me wait,” Akar growled, “Get that ass back up here.”

Simon obeyed, willing his weak body to stay up on his hands and knees, where Master Akar roughly filled him with his cock again. Akar grabbed the harness and began thrusting hard and fast into Simon’s hole, making the boy scream.

“Feels so fucking good!” Akar roared and Simon pushed his ass back in rhythm to get the full shaft deep inside. They were both so drunk in lust they practically forgot Julian standing there.

“You realize, of course, this is not about your pleasure?” Julian suddenly asked. Akar started a bit in surprise and managed to suppress his lustful urge to fuck.

“Sorry, my lord,” Akar removed his thick cock and Simon whimpered, suddenly missing its presence.

“You’ve gotten too attached to our pet, I fear,” Julian hissed, “But I do understand the temptations.”

“Please,” Simon heard himself whining pathetically, “Please, fuck me.”

“It would be easier to resist, if you didn’t want it so bad,” Yidian whispered gently inside.

“I know you are weak,” Simon replied, “But could you take the burden for a while? Maybe you can resist.”

As Simon shared his inner monologue with Yidian, Master Akar roughly filled his hole with the cold metal rod and twisted it around painfully inside. Simon felt himself stretch and open under the force of the master’s efforts.

“Yidian, please,” Simon cried under his breath and tears fell from his eyes. The demon tried to take full possession as he’d done previously, but he was too weak. Simon tried to surrender to the demon’s will, but he remained present in Master Akar’s painful abuse.

“I cannot bear the burden,” Yidian spoke sorrowfully, “But I am here with you, and we will experience this together.”

“Thank you,” Simon began whispering as more tears fell, “Thank you.”

“He’s accepting it, quite well,” Julian was still pacing, but he smiled as he heard Simon’s whispered gratitude, “Let’s step it up, then.”

Master Akar pulled the metal rod free, and Julian brought over more of the lubricant they had made. Master Akar bared his arm and held it aloft for Julian to begin covering it with lubricant. Simon’s eyes widened as he looked back over his shoulder at Akar’s thick muscular arm. They couldn’t possibly intend to…

“I’m here,” Yidian comforted, “You were made for this.”

As terror creeped in, there was also a sick thrill in Simon’s gut. Could he take the hand? The arm? How deep could Master Akar get? His curiosity and lust would let him find out.

“Let’s open you up,” Akar spoke as he moved back to Simon. He placed one hand on the small of Simon’s back to hold him steady and then began to insert the lubricated fingers. They were pressed together, and the thickness quickly became overwhelming as he reached the knuckles of his hand. Akar withdrew and then pressed again until his knuckles just disappeared, and Simon moaned.

“Fuck,” Simon cried as Akar withdrew again, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Julian crouched in front of Simon and took Simon’s head in his hands, so their eyes met. Simon saw no light there, only cold, gray death.

“You are doing well, my pet,” Julian cooed, “Feel it… imagine your potential.”

Akar’s hand disappeared up to his wrist and the thick pressure of his fist was making Simon’s own dick leak. He squeezed his hole around Akar’s wrist and the brutal master chose that moment to pull free quickly. Simon let loose a loud cry of anguish.

“No, no,” Julian was whispering, “Don’t cry, my pet.”

“Maybe you can keep him quiet,” Akar grumbled as he began inserting again.

“Yes,” Julian agreed hungrily, “Maybe I can fill his mouth up.”

“Now you’re getting in the spirit of things,” Akar jested as an eager smile crossed his face too.

“You want this, my pet?” Julian began to remove his black robes and then exposed his own erection. He slapped it on Simon’s face as Akar buried his hand to the wrist again.

“Yes, my lord,” Simon heard himself answer between pained grunts of discomfort. He swore Akar was wiggling his fingers or clenching his fist. It drove him mad with both pleasure and pain. Before Simon could cry out in earnest, Julian stuffed his mouth with his cold, hard cock.

Akar smiled malevolently at the sound of the muffled cries as he slid his arm deeper. He withdrew, stretching the ass around his knuckles and then plunged his arm back inside. Deeper. Withdraw. Deeper still.

Simon’s eyes were wide, tears in his eyes, his desperate pleas caught in his throat by his lord’s cock. Simon had no comparison for the fullness and depth to which Master Akar was pushing him. The pressure caused Simon to piss himself and he could not control it. His own dick was so hard, the hot flow felt wonderful, almost like cumming.

“Filthy, little slut,” Akar growled as he realized what was happening, “Look at you take this fucking arm. Losing control of your own body.”

“We own you,” Julian chimed in as he began unleashing a flood of lifeless semen down Simon’s throat. Simon drank and swallowed the seed greedily even though it offered him no relief.

“I can’t believe how well he’s taken this,” Akar delighted as his thick arm slid in and out.

“You’re the one who said he was ready.”

“Well, one can never be sure,” Akar admitted, “But he always exceeds my expectations.”

Julian pulled his spent cock from Simon’s mouth and Akar slid his arm out in one swift motion. Simon collapsed to the ground as if he had been held aloft entirely by their presence inside of him. He whimpered and gasped, but his gaping hole was on fire and suddenly feeling empty. He needed it to be full again.

“You can feel it too?” Julian asked.

“Such intensity,” Akar agreed, “I’ve never felt such a lust in all my years.”

“He wants it so desperately.”

Julian made a whistle with his fingers and motioned several guards to enter the room. Four of them came in with a growling, snarling creature that was bound and chained. The beast stood nearly eight feet tall with wild red eyes and saliva dripping from its sharp teeth. Its sinewy body was covered in coarse unkempt fur.

“A mountain troll from the North,” Julian explained, “A very ferocious and dangerous specimen.”

“They are incredibly fertile,” Akar continued, “They have a rich, thick seed in abundance. Because the male is often killed during the mating process, they may only get the one opportunity for impregnation.”

“We’ve given this one concoctions that increase its stamina and stimulate its production of that incredible seed.”

Simon could not pick himself off the floor, but he found it difficult to swallow around the dry clicking in his throat. Their intention was clear, and it was most diabolical.

“Belothemid help us,” Yidian whispered.

“All the gods,” Simon agreed, “Anyone that will listen.”

“It could also be our chance,” Yidian considered, “When we have the power, perhaps I can take control then.”

“But at what cost?”

It took all four of the guards to keep the beast restrained as Julian and Akar approached the creature. They did not flinch from its fearsome roar that deafened everyone else in the stone chamber. Both men lit candles around the beast and completed a sort of enchanted circle on the floor. Lines and whorls lit with magic power as they completed their task with grim purpose.

As they finished, the effect was almost instantaneous as the head of the beast’s penis protruded from its fur and began to swell rapidly. The erection was abrupt, and the creature seemed bewildered by the sudden rush of pleasure despite its unpleasant predicament. It was long and thick, like something Simon had seen on a horse before. Veins stood out angrily along the immense shaft as the head almost pulsated with a need to release. The creature’s over-full, hairy balls drew up and almost seemed to swell as well.

“You know you want it,” Master Akar was suddenly beside Simon. Simon hadn’t noticed his movement; he’d been transfixed by the sight of the creature’s erection.

“It’s too big,” Simon whispered in terror.

“Nonsense,” Master Akar was smiling hideously as he turned Simon and positioned him. Simon’s ass was raised and presented to the monstrosity. At Julian’s signal the guards lessened their grip on the troll and the beast surged forward with its raging erection.

Clawed hands tore at Simon and grabbed him brutally in a tight grip, the troll’s long powerful arms manipulated him effortlessly like a ragdoll. The troll, so intoxicated by his arousal and the power of the Seeded One, had no choice but to fuck like it’d never fucked before.

The shaft was like taking Master Akar’s arm, but thicker and so much warmer. The troll’s body temperature must be greater than that of a man and his pulsating shaft was like lava sliding in and out of Simon’s hole. The fire burning inside of him made him melt and he abandoned any thought.

For the moment, there was only the troll’s massive cock. It was sublime and utterly destroying him all at the same time. The beast fucked just like a wild animal with no thought other than its own release. With each brutal slamming of the immense shaft, Simon found he could take it deeper, and his body opened to intense pleasures. A smile crossed his face as his desire intensified the troll’s need to go deeper and harder.

“I didn’t expect this,” Yidian was experiencing the bliss too, “It’s so magnificent.”

“Look at him,” Julian gasped. Simon couldn’t register the sound, as if Julian was on the far end of a long tunnel.

“Exquisite power,” Akar agreed.

“Should we let the creature release?”

“No,” Akar smiled sadistically, “Let him enjoy it a while.”

It may have been only a few minutes or hours or days that passed by with Simon surrendering to the brutal cock of the troll. His body was cut and bleeding from the clawed hands, but the pain did not register. He was bruised and battered against the floor and against the wall as the beast positioned him and thrust inside. Simon felt only the pleasure all over his body, tingling every nerve ending and exciting him to the point of climax.

The long-engorged shaft of the troll was so hot now and was thicker and deeper than ever before. Simon could see how badly the beast wanted to release. His swollen balls were aching to dispel their seed deep into their new mate. Simon clenched his ass as much as he could, willing to milk the creature dry with everything he had.

“We don’t want him dead,” Julian warned.

“Fine,” Akar nodded reluctantly, “Let it be done.”

The troll let loose a tortured and vicious cry into the bleak dungeon. Its head reared back, and long ropes of drool poured from its exposed sharp teeth. The huge balls contracted noticeably and as if it caused the troll as much pain as pleasure a tide of seed roared through its shaft. The cock head flared intensely inside of Simon to the point it made him scream. Then the sweet nectar…

It was a drug, some sort of cursed narcotic, Simon entered a drunken stupor, a smile plastered on his face. Yidian imagined a dry desert where nothing grew and suddenly it was raining, no it was a monsoon of power. Like a flood sweeping over the land, Yidian was washed in blissful, radiant life. Simon sank back, experiencing the first moment of true peace in days and Yidian let him keep that sweet feeling as he drifted away.

The troll began to pull away, but its cock was not done ejecting the powerful seed inside of Simon’s hole.

“No, you don’t,” Yidian opened Simon’s eyes which glowed now with a deep red. With unnatural strength they gripped the beast and held its cock deep inside. The troll was alarmed and battered Simon angrily.

“Quick, restrain the arms!” Julian cried out, realizing what was happening. The guards did as instructed and kept Simon from sustaining further injury from the beast. The wounds were healing already as the troll continued to ejaculate liquid lava inside of Simon’s guts. The hot flood was impossibly sweet and Yidian wanted every drop.

“How long can it go on?” Master Akar eventually asked in astonishment.

“Look at his muscles swell and bulge. He is more powerful and bloated than the day I met him.”

“I can feel the power radiating off of him.”

“But there is the demon to contend with,” Julian warned, “Be ready.”

Yidian listened with disgust. They were certain they’d be able to kill the two wizards before they could pull any tricks, but they still wished Simon was close at hand with his magic. Could turn them into a fish or something.

“I’m here,” Simon assured, “I couldn’t leave you completely alone.”

“We guess it is together then, for better or worse.”

“Hush now, pet,” Julian was suddenly there stroking each side of Simon’s head with his cold hands. The words like snakes were trying to break down his defenses.

“Fuck you!” several voices sounded from Simon’s throat at once. He rolled to the side and felt the fat troll cock flop from his body. The troll found new freedom now that it was released and managed to lunge forward and struck forcefully into the middle of Julian’s chest. The ruler of Votu Vomir went flying across the room and struck the wall hard.

“Restrain the beast, you fools!” Akar was roaring in rage.

Simon and Yidian moved from their desperate roll into a graceful crouch with almost feline reflexes. Simon drew upon his power and with Yidian’s intensified magic cast a storm bolt across the chamber. Every hair in the chamber stood on end as the electrical charge passed by, crackling across the stone floor and leaving dusty clouds of debris. Simon focused on the symbol for storms and channeled his will directly into his intended target.

Master Akar’s face opened in a soundless scream before every muscle in his body seized and sizzled with the electric blast. What little hair existed was singed from his body, and his clothes went up in flame. In seconds, the smell of burning human flesh filled the chamber and made Simon want to vomit. But Yidian helped him remain focused until Akar’s flesh was coming apart in great boils as it was cooked from the inside out. As the storm bolt ceased, Akar’s lifeless body fell with a splat against the stone floor and blood pooled out around it.

Yidian had no time to react as a wave of force threw them across the room. They slammed into the wall as Julian’s own spell found its target. Julian was fast as he flitted across the room with unnatural speed and sunk his teeth viciously into Simon’s neck. With powerful hands, Julian held Simon against the wall and began to drain him.

“No, the power,” Yidian gasped, “Quick, before it is spent.”

Simon found the symbol for fish ready in his mind. Afterall, it had worked before. Yidian seemed to agree they’d like to see Julian flopping around on the floor, struggling to breath.

Julian was too powerful though and Simon felt the counter-spell like an ice shard had been wedged into his brain. Yidian and Simon winced at the immediate headache caused by the rebounding of wild magic. Simon felt a little triumph as he saw little patches of scales appear over Julian’s body. At least part of his spell had found purchase, so there was still hope if he could rally his senses.

“He’s draining us so fast,” Yidian wheezed weakly, “we think he means to take it all.”

Simon was frantically trying to recall symbols and spells, there had to be something to use. His head was so scrambled and sore, it was getting hard to focus. The world around was growing dim as his life blood poured from him. He struggled to maintain consciousness, but with the waning power Simon’s body became limp. Yidian diminished and began apologizing to Simon.

“Three deaths will it take to change the world.”

“Don’t be afraid of that journey,” Yidian whispered, “And if it is possible, we will find you again.”

Moments later, Julian Crusnik rose from Simon’s lifeless body, licking the sweetest blood he’d ever tasted from his lips. All the power he’d taken made him feel unstoppable. He set upon the troll and began to drink its blood until the beast grew still. With partially scaled skin and darkened eyes, glowing with power, Julian turned on his guards next. Two escaped and began shouting warnings to the rest of the castle.

Mixed with Simon’s power was some insatiable hunger which Crusnik did not expect. He felt more removed from his humanity than ever before. Yidian could not yet control Simon’s weak, lifeless form but in time they would. For now, they watched helplessly as Crusnik stumbled around, sniffing the air like an animal. Drawn to the scrumptious smell of cooked flesh, the lord of the castle set upon his friend, Akar Kalayvan, and began eating the dead wizard.

“Belothemid help us, that he doesn’t decide to eat Simon next,” Yidian desperately willed his fingers to wiggle even a little. Nothing. Helplessly, they lay in the dark dungeon amidst the sounds of tearing flesh and smacking lips.