A Warrior, Two Wizards and a Spell

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Through the Forest of Edebalwan came the two men and they were embroiled in a quarrel.

One was a very large man, muscular and broad-shouldered, he wore a helmet of silver-washed steel of dwarven manufacture that covered his head all around with small bumps on the sides of the brim (to ward his ears from any errant blows). His hair under that was a tawny amber in color. His face was hairless, for no warrior kept a beard that could be painfully yanked in a battle, and thus he could be seen as a startlingly handsome man in his young twenties with merry hazel eyes of a greenish-golden tint.

His shoulders wore a cloak he could toss off easily in a combat, along with an "X" of straps that carried his quiver of arrows and his bow (unstrung to save the string's quality) and his longsword in a scabbard was slung on his back in the other direction. This left his chest free to shine in all its well-muscled glory of powerful pectorals and abundant abdominals, his biceps were also free to swing about girded with golden bands that rode carelessly there. His only other clothing was an abbreviated fur piece that wrapped only his privates like our own men's swimsuits do, and a pair of leggings also of fur that he wore up to the middle of his calves, with cloth-shoes on his feet held by laces that went all the way up to hold the fur leggings.

The other man was nearly a foot shorter than the other's six foot five inch height, he had thin black hair and dark eyes with the coffee-with-cream toned skin from the Southern Islands. This one wore the wizard's cloak, underneath this was a simple tunic and tights in a pale purple tone, effective with the dark purple of his cloak with its arcane runes in expensive Parlizan cloth and its unique color of golden tone, beautiful but reserved for the members of the Wizards' Guild in good standing. He had leather shoes cobbled by a cobbler of far better make. He was the one complaining while the warrior was laughing at him.

"How long are you going to keep being angry, we'll be at Zordigan's Lair in another day or so," the big warrior said, still grinning widely.

"We wouldn't have to keep going there if you had managed to keep your pecker in your pants," the wizard complained.

"You know me, I see a cute boy, and I have to make a play for him. Wasn't the lad willing?" the warrior said easily.

"Yes, but the fact that he was Lord Matson's son wasn't the wisest boy to be seducing, Dor," the wizard pointed out.

"But he was willing and he was cute and I was there, so what did I really do that was so wrong, Besik?" Dor asked his friend.

"If you were going to make love to him, you could have done it in some place other than the inner courtyard!" Besik declared. "The entire family heard the two of you, and none of them were even asleep when you two were grunting and groaning."

"Yeah, little Myban was a screamer, wasn't he?" Dor reminisced. "Ooh, ahhh, yeah, give it to me, Dor, harder, harder, faster, faster, ooh, ooh, oohh!" he said in a falsetto voice.

"So now our choices are bring the wizard's head back or die ourselves. Now, cut out the chatter already and let's be on our guard. If I were Zordigan, I'd have guards out this far, and the last thing we need is to let him know we're coming!" Besik warned him.

"I don't think that's a guardpost up ahead," Dor pointed. "But whooh, would you look who is coming out of the door!" he leered.

Besik looked and groaned.

A boy, no more than the eight snows that Myban had been was walking out, the boy was white-haired which can happen to some boys and the hair darken as they grow older, his eyes were a bright blue in color, and his skin as fair as the finest sands of an ocean-washed beach. He wore rags for his clothes and his face was thin but he greeted the pair of approaching men with some energy and bade them welcome. Just the kind of boy that Dor loved to take to his bed at night! The last thing they needed was another enemy in these lands!

They talked with the boy, who said his name was Fareen, and shared their food such as they had and the boy shared his own, he had a goodly store, so neither suffered. He said his mother and father had died in an attack of robbers just a few months before, but he and most of the farm's foodstuffs had escaped their notice, the robbers fleeing with their mules and money. He had burned his parent's bodies and was trying now to decide where and what to do next with his life and the possessions he had left, now that he was an orphan alone in the world.

Dor was being Dor, sharing stories of his life of adventure and daring-do, and Fareen was listening raptly to it, it was the old story for Besik. Enthrall the boy with the tales of battles and treasures won, then stroke him kindly and mention the ways of the Han-Teg-Cha Warriors, of which he was one who started as boys like him and how they trained, being given as wards to a warrior who trained them by day and loved them by night, and how wonderful a life it was, and then the stroking grew more intimate, and the boy by then was more than ready to find out how it was to love such a warrior like Dor, who was, after all, a young, muscled, handsome, brave, powerful and very persuasive man.

Besik laid out his bedroll and tried to get to sleep so he wouldn't have to hear the two of them making love, he had heard that too many times, the boy was always willing, and Dor would leave them with a story of how he would return, but if not, where the nearest Han-Teg-Cha base was and how to get there. Perhaps the boy would wend his way to the base, usually not, but Dor would never know, they rarely passed through the same town twice on their travels thus far.

Worse luck, he was awakened by the sounds of their lovemaking. Dor had the boy on his back and was briskly plugging the young lad's ass while Fareen was crying out in his joy, Dor always managed to do that, Besik mused, able to penetrate a virginal anus while never causing pain or bleeding, it was a talent he had or perhaps a secret lubricant that the Han-Teg-Cha used, but the boys never suffered physically from their liaisons, they were always happily gasping and groaning out in joy.

Dor wasn't being quiet either, his heavy masculine moans were just as passionate, and heavy and...wait, those weren't passionate moans, Dor was in trouble!

Besik opened his eyes and cursed himself for a fool. All around them were the lights of arcane magic. This had been a trap!

He jumped to his feet and saw that they were in the position he had imagined, but while Fareen was gasping as he had thought, and Dor was moving, the two of them were in the process of changing. Fareen was much older now, nearly a middle-aged man, and Dor was also older! What was going on here!

Besik tried to advance on them and a containment magic blocked him out, he could only watch as the magic continued. Fareen must have been a magic seeming of a child, he was actually a lot older than that of a boy, and when Dor had begun to make love to him, he had changed. Dor had been trapped by the magic into continuing to move as he had been, and he was helplessly locked into moving back and forth, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of Fareen's butt while his life drained out of him and into Fareen, turning the seeming of a child into a reality.

This could only mean one thing. Fareen was... "Zordigan!" Besik screamed at the pair.

Zordigan looked over from being fucked by the aging Dor and grinned. "Yes, yes, it is I and the arrival of you two was fortuitous. I was in need of a pair of younger men to drain for their life energy to replenish my body. Nobody can stop the process of aging, but it can be transferred from one to another, and I am taking this brawny warrior's energy. I was lucky that he was a Han-Teg-Cha and my natural form as a child was just the form he craved!" he chortled. "I shaped a seeming of myself that way and he zeroed in on my like a moth to the flame! How about you, young wizard, do you crave the body of a boy for your loving?"

Besik drew himself up. "My interests are none of your business." A wizard had to keep such things a deep secret, for any knowledge of yourself was a key to defeating you. He sometimes dressed up incognito and frequented places where a few coins could buy him a few hours with a poor boy willing to rent his body to a lonely young man such as himself. Not like Dor, he was only himself and, unlike Zordigan, had avoided the illusory spells entirely.

Zordigan, it seemed, could read his inner thoughts. "Well, I am nearly done with this raunchy stud, he is becoming impotent in his age, so I shall leave him." Zordigan now appeared as a young man nearly Besik's age. Dor was gray-haired and his muscles had withered, he fell to one side, exhausted by his own exercise. "I had him climaxing constantly, by the way, he had enough sex in the last fifteen minutes to last him a lifetime. Fair exchange, don't you think?"

"No, I don't!" Besik declared angrily.

Zordigan transformed again, not into "Fareen" but into a boy much like Besik could have known in his own youth. Besik was struck by his own young days in the Southern Islands, playing in the warm ocean waves, lying naked on the beach while they dried with his friends, reaching over and touching the others, then rolling over to.... He shook his head. "No," he said simply.

The tawny colored young boy approached him. "Come, my friend," he said in Besik's native tongue, instead of Common, "let us enjoy the warm day and roll on the sands together."

A southern island beach surrounded them and he was happy again, young again, playing again and the boy with him was a good, good friend, and they laughed together, lay together, the other hand reached for him and it was normal, so good, so pleasant to be young, and Besik surrendered to that dream, for it was only a dream, wasn't it?

He found himself naked all of a sudden, the dream gone, and he was bare and the boy that was Zardigan was under him and he had his cock, hard as a rock, inside of him.

"Come, my dear Besik, all you have to do now, is start to move and it will be done, you will enjoy the intensity of climax and I will become the young boy in reality again, and my magic will last another sixty years, or more, and you will have had such joys as no man can experience in any other way."

Something in that voice compelled Besik and he began to move, his cock plunged in and out again and as Zardigan said, he was suddenly in the very throes of his joy and he cried out in his orgasm, "AHHH-HAHH-AHHHH-AHHH-AHHHHH!"

"UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHHHH!" Zardigan emulated him and the moans were his own and as he did, Besik felt his entire body pulse and knew that he had lost a year or so of his very life in that orgasm.

And it struck him again, and his body was still tired from the last orgasm, but his cock rallied as if fresh and new and he again felt his brain assailed and he again cried out, "AHHHH-Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh!"

"UHHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHH-UHHHHH!" Zardigan cried out again as fresh as before if not more so and he was far from exhausted.

This was his death knell, Besik knew and he had to fight it, had to fight with all his strength. But what, and how, could he fight this?

Zardigan was no longer the tawny young South Islander, he had become his own true self, he was now a teenager, eighteen or so, and he was being fucked by Besik, who was now, he felt, maybe in his thirties.

Another climax, this one was actually painful to Besik in his brain, but his cock jetted out as if it was all the first time. "Kuh-huhhhhhh-uhhhhhhhh!" Besik gasped.

"UHHHHHHH-UHHHHHHH-UHHHHHHH-UHHHHHHH, UHHH- HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The teenager cried out and his own cock jetted out high fast arcs of jizz and as he did, the spurts were somehow empowering to Besik and he felt better, so much better. He felt his own control returning and he kept fucking Zardigan just as before, not fully in power but the spell held both of them in thrall now, not just him.

Zardigan writhed and he gasped, another climax struck him and he jetted yet another stream of heavy come, as he did, he grew older, now he looked again like he was around Besik's own twenty-three years. "UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHH-UHHHHHH!"

"AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHH-AHHHHH!" Besik creamed again, his power now in full control, this was great, his climax was back in full fury and his body felt even younger than before, he felt like he was...oh, no! He felt like he was reverting through his teenaged years!

"Uhhhhh-uhhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhhhhh!" Zardigan moaned, and he was now well into the thirties of his life.

"AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH, AH-AHHHHHHHHHHH!" cried out the fifteen-year-old Besik. He had to do something, quick.

Dor was struggling to his feet. That was it. "Dor, get over here, get as close as you can!" he cried out, his voice nearly breaking as he yelled, "AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He was now at the age of twelve.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" was all Zardigan could give him.

Dor staggered over, bumped into the containment spell, fell backwards.

"Charge at it, hard as you can!" Besik said. "His power is weakened."

Dor got painfully slow to his feet and came over.

"Ahhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhh-ahhhhhhh!" Besik cried out but to his mortification, nothing came out of his cock, he was too young now, a child again. Zardigan was in his fifties.

"I am here," Dor croaked. "What do I do?"

Besik chirped out in his tiny young voice, "Fuck him, now, fast as you can. You have to get the spell to sweep onto you instead of me."

Besik, now limp and exhausted, stood with some effort and the spell, now very weak from the older Zardigan, let him go.

Dor complied, the elderly body able to push his hard cock (he had an erection at the apparent age of 80, good for him!), and began to fuck at the man, and the spell hit him, "Kuh-uh-uh-uhhhhhh, uh-huhhhhh!" He croaked out.

"Uhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh!" Zardigan moaned and he was now in his sixties. Dor was considerably younger.



"Keep going, as long as you can, until he gives you all the life he has left." Besik told Dor.

Dor did, though Zardigan begged for life with an increasingly weak voice. Each orgasm was weaker from Zardigan but the loss of his life was the same, he was taken through his seventies, his eighties, his nineties, he had been destined--had he not practiced arcane arts--for a very long life, into his hundreds, and it wasn't until his hundred and twenties that Dor's efforts didn't do anything at all and the spell dwindled and died entirely.

A renewed Dor of his prior strength and agility arose from the bedding, he was his former young twenties handsome, virile self. Besik, however, was now a young boy. The end result of all this age-energy swapping was that Besik had gained at Zardok's loss, he had lost the last twenty or so years of his life to Besik overall.

"How am I going to cover myself with my clothes after this?" Besik looked at his heavy pack and his cloak and tunic and tights. "Nothing fits me anymore!" He was now trapped in the body of the young boy he had been so long ago!

Dor was in a good humor. "Cheer up. We have Zardigan's head to take back to Lord Matson now, don't we?"

"Well, yes."

"So let's pack up, you wrap yourself a loin cloth with part of your tunic and we'll buy you new clothes when we get back to town." That was the best they could do, and Besik did as much, using his cloak doubled over to shroud the rest of his body from Dor's admiring stares. He had been a cute boy, he knew as much.

That night at the campfire, Besik was still mourning about the price he had paid. "I'm a child again. I'll have to go through puberty again, puberty! Do you know how many spells depend upon me saying the words exactly right? I won't dare try to say them when my voice starts to break. And people talking down to me, all the time, not allowed to drink ale or even go into the taverns! What am I going to do?"

"Hey now, little buddy of mine, don't fret so much. You have me to keep you company as long as you need as you grow back up. I'll take very good care of my own little boy wizard." His arm went around Besik's shoulders. "Besides, this works out very well for the two of us if you think about it. We'll only need to carry one bedroll on our trips."

"One bedroll? Why would we...? Now just a minute, Dor, you don't think that you and I are going to...!

"Dor, let go of me, quit taking off my loincloth, I... I hate being naked out in the wild, the mosquitos can bite my ass all night! Hey, let go of me, I don't want to be on your bedroll and...

"Hey, hey, Dor, I don't want you to...to... Huhhhhh! Uh, huh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uh! Oh, oh, oh, that's, that's, that's....

"No wonder all those boys love to have you fucking them, Dor, I...Ohhhhhh, do it harder and faster, Dor, harder and faster! Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, YEAHHHHHH!"

THE END
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