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A Master of the Tenth Order, Chapter 9 By ThePhallocrat - thephallocrat@gmail.com
Claudio had truly believed his anxiety and fear around sex was totally behind him. Since the Grand Marshal's visit, he'd been eager, even impatient, to push forward in his training in sex magick, especially with the handsome and charming Luca as his partner. He had insisted to Benedict over and over that he was ready.
Then why were his hands shaking? Why was his heart pounding in his chest so loud and strong that his erection visibly twitched with each beat? Why could he barely breathe as Luca, already disrobed, gently kissed his way down Claudio's chest and stomach towards his groin? The room seemed to spin around him, and for a moment even his vision went blurry.
"Relax, Claudio," came the calming, soothing voice of Benedict, from behind the curtain. "Take several deep breaths."
He forced himself to do so. But no sooner had he stilled his thoughts than Luca was gently running his fingertips down Claudio's shaft and tracing them over his sack. The touch was electric, and immediately the young magicker's breathing was shallow and fast again.
"Are you alright to proceed?" Luca asked, with genuine concern. He was so handsome, especially disrobed and positioned with his face and great curly mane so close to Claudio's genitals. He rubbed Claudio's thigh with soothing reassurance.
"Of course!" Claudio replied, trying to sound enthusiastic, but sounding even to himself like he was trying just a bit too hard to be convincing.
"Start gently," Benedict instructed Luca, "Stop if either of you feel overwhelmed. Otherwise, enjoy yourselves."
Flashing his characteristic smooth smile, Luca took Claudio's throbbing manhood into one hand and began to gently stroke it. Claudio almost melted to be touched in such an intimate way, something he'd long dreamed about. And yet... and yet... It was not quite right, was it? It wasn't at all like the way that he pleasured himself. Sometimes the stroking was even borderline uncomfortable. It was nice to be touched, but it was not catapulting him into bliss and immediately towards orgasm like he'd always imagined. It did not live up to the countless hours of fantasy, and Claudio felt something almost like disappointment well up in him.
Despite these thoughts, Claudio was very anxious that Luca should know how much he appreciated his efforts and impulsively decided he should demonstrate how much he was enjoying it. So he groaned with pleasure and laid his head back, trying to radiate deep sexual contentment. But Luca stopped stroking, narrowing his eyes.
"There is no need to force it, Claudio," Benedict said, his voice sounding carefully composed to not imply judgment or censure, "Just relax. Respond naturally. Remember, sex is a conversation. An exchange. You cannot have a conversation if you do not listen, or if you only contribute canned phrases or memorized platitudes. You cannot have a good conversation if you worry more about how you look and sound than you do about seeing, hearing, and responding to the other person. You are here, now, with Luca. Look at him. Truly look at him."
Claudio did so. His eyes were very beautiful. But the eye contact began to make the aspiring magicker squirm a little, for reasons he would not have been able to explain at that moment. He kept catching his eyes drifting away to other parts of the room or, often, down to Luca's own erect phallus, a beautiful sight as well. Luca looked back at him, a slight smile on his face, seeming to take in every little detail of Claudio's face and body. He seemed, by contrast, so calm and present, so confident, so fascinated with Claudio to the exclusion of any awareness of himself.
"You're so beautiful," Luca said, and sincerely, causing Claudio to blush deep red. Then, after receiving a shy encouraging nod from his partner, Luca leaned down to draw his tongue slowly and lovingly up Claudio's shaft, from balls to tip. An erotic act, of course, but somehow a gentle and romantic one. One that wanted to give reassurance as much as pleasure. Claudio gasped, the sensation so intense and sudden that his brain could not even process it.
"New sensations can tax the mind and body," Benedict intoned in his same plodding, calming instructor voice. "It can be so overwhelming it almost doesn't feel like pleasure. You need time to adjust to the experience, to be able to process it, to know how to turn it into sexual energy and magick, just as you did when you first learned to pleasure yourself. Relax, and allow yourself to explore the sensations without judgment or expectation, just curiosity. For you, Luca, attune yourself to Claudio's magickal resonance. See how he responds to various things. Find where his frequencies are maximized."
"I am trying, master," Luca murmured, flicking the tip of Claudio's penis with his tongue, "But he's resisting connection."
Claudio had been gasping with the flood of sensations across his groin, now he gasped in shock and alarm. "No, I'm not! I swear!"
"It's alright," Luca tried to placate hastily, "I welcome the challenge, as I have told you." He pushed his head ever lower below Claudio's scrotum.
"But I'm not resisting," Claudio insisted, "I want this, I really do. Master, I promise I'm not--" here Claudio let out a yelp, for Luca's tongue had found a very sensitive area not far from his anus, a spot on his body he had never explored by himself and had not thought much about. Now it suddenly screamed its presence to his brain, even as Luca's tongue swept ever lower and lower towards the intense bundle of sensations that clustered around his opening.
Pleasure. Pain. It was unbearably ticklish. The brain, overwhelmed, short-circuited and switched on self-protective reflexes. Claudio's legs stiffened and he wrenched his pelvis back, while pushing Luca away, gasping and panting as though he'd been slapped. Luca looked visibly startled, then sheepishly amused.
"I'm so sorry!" Claudio blurted, horrified.
"My fault." The older acolyte stood and leaned over to kiss Claudio quickly on the lips, to show everything was fine. "That was too much, too quickly. I got impatient. I am hungry for you, I admit.
"Your impatience, while natural, also hinders the connection," Benedict explained, emerging from behind the curtain. "While Claudio's anxiety and stiffness hinders it from his side."
"Let's try again," Claudio pleaded, for already his brain was processing the experience and realizing that, while intense, it was quite pleasant and would like a little more, please. "I will work harder to relax this time."
Benedict burst into laughter and a moment later Luca joined him. For a horrifying second, Claudio wanted to hide his head in shame. Why were they laughing at him? But he reminded himself that Benedict would never mock him in a cruel way; his teacher had earned that much trust. He tried to think about what he'd said to cause their reaction. Belatedly, he understood. Finally, he laughed too.
"Next you'll tell me you will take laughing more seriously," Benedict chuckled, then ran his fingers through his pupil's hair in his usual way. Then, turning to Luca, "You felt it?"
The other magicker nodded solemnly. "Incredible."
"What?" Claudio asked, looking back and forth between them.
"For a moment, right before you pushed me away," Luca said, finding the words to describe it, "The magick welled up within you. We connected, for a second. It was..." He trailed off.
"Unpleasant?"
Luca growled and shook his head. "Not in the least! Intense. It was very intense. I was almost frightened."
Claudio covered his face in his hands. "Are you still sure you want to be my study partner?"
But the other young man grabbed both his wrists and moved them away from his face. "Perfectly sure," he said, then kissed Claudio again, a slower, longer kiss, "I would fight anybody else who tried to claim the honor."
A giggle escaped Claudio's lips. "Would you really?"
"He would not," Benedict said, trying to sound severe like a teacher should, but clearly amused.
"I would," Luca whispered, but intentionally still loud enough for Benedict to hear.
Claudio felt something inside melt a little. "Would you care to... try again?" he asked coyly. His penis was still throbbing and eager for attention.
But it was Benedict who answered. "No, let's not push it any further down this path today. These things can't be forced. We are to rush your foundational instruction, not your sexual one."
"Oh, alright." Claudio said, trying to keep his voice neutral, but his disappointment was obvious. Picturing a sad wank back in his quarters, reproving himself all the while for his failure here, was making him feel a little bleak. He turned to find his underclothes with embarrassed slowness.
"You needn't sound so glum, young man," Benedict laughed. "I said we would not push further down that path, I didn't say you had to leave here worked up and orgasmless." And with that, along with a coy smile and a knowing nod, the teacher returned to his position behind the curtain. Luca and Claudio exchanged looks of excitement and joy. It was obvious from his twitching and leaking member that Luca was as eager for climax as he was.
The two young men sat and faced one another, only a few feet apart, and drank in the sight of one another with only their eyes. Luca especially seemed to take great pleasure in being seen, and he leaned back and splayed himself out for best effect. He began to stroke himself with hunger, never taking his eyes off of Claudio nor dropping his pleasant smirk from his face. In the middle of Claudio's throbbing attraction for him, he suddenly had a strange sensation of alienation as he really saw the man in front of him with vivid awareness.
Who was this naked man, anyway? He barely knew Luca! They had not talked much. And why should this beautiful, muscular, masculine older boy be so attracted to Claudio, skinny and unassuming? It made no sense.
"Stay here," Benedict's voice intoned. "Right now. How can you doubt what is right in front of you?"
And it was true. Luca's attraction to him was as obvious as the color of the walls or the smell of fresh cut grass wafting in from the windows. He could see it with his eyes, feel it with his magickal senses. It did not require belief, it simply was. Claudio relaxed and began to stroke himself as well, matching rhythm and tempo with his partner. He explored every inch of the other man with his eyes, admiring it all, longing to touch and caress and penetrate. A magickal link formed quicker than Claudio was prepared for, and through it he could feel Luca's arousal even as he knew Luca could feel his own, the feedback loop pushing them both to new heights.
"Whoa, there," came Benedict's voice, and then the feeling of pressure, like an invisible wall forming between the two acolytes. The link was severed, gently. Could his master really do such a thing from behind the curtain, with just a thought? "Look, but do not touch. Not yet. Let's not get carried away."
"I liked it though," Luca said in a husky, urgent voice. "I liked being inside you."
Claudio's eyes bulged and a thick drip of fluid oozed from the tip of his penis in response to that. "Oh yeah?" was all he managed to say.
"And I liked you being inside of me."
Now his heart was pounding like it wanted out of his chest. Luca smiled, seeing his partner's reaction and knowing he'd struck a bullseye. Slowly, the older acolyte spread his legs and leaned back further, until his buttocks parted just enough to reveal... Claudio gasped, worked himself faster at the sight of what had been hidden within Luca's muscular cheeks. Luca, responding, licked a finger and brought it down to tease his opening and push the tip inside gradually, putting on a show.
Claudio's eyes were drawn to the sight like a magnet. This private, hidden, deeply vulnerable spot was a part of the male body he'd often tried to peek at on other boys in the showers, despite feeling guilty for looking, and despite being uninterested or uncomfortable with that same spot on his own body. Until Benedict had explained how normal and natural it was, he had thought himself some kind of freak to be so interested in a part of the body he had heretofore only associated with excrement.
"The phallus expends waste as well, and you have never expressed confusion recognizing it as a sexual organ," Benedict had pointed out that day.
"Well, that's different. It's... double-purpose, I suppose you'd call it, is obvious," Claudio had countered.
"Then here's an important lesson for you, Claudio, and one I want you to seriously ponder in the coming weeks. If you conceive of sex as something that only involves a few specific parts of your body, then you will never experience the full wonder and magick of it. There are organs designed for reproduction, as we have taught you, but sex involves each and every part of you. Every one of your parts has other purposes and utility, some of which are not exactly pleasant," Benedict smiled with a wrinkled nose, "but none is excluded from the sexual act, for that encompasses your full being. The lesson is this: there is not a single part of you, no matter how crude, that is not sexual. For you are a sexual creature, Claudio. The result of the magickal forces of creation. You are a miracle, every inch of you."
While it sounded nice, and he had often repeated this sentiment when quizzed, in truth Claudio had struggled to think of the opening from which he expelled waste daily as a sexual instrument. It's true he was fascinated with every part of other boys, but he'd largely avoided touching, exploring, or even thinking about this specific area of his own body. A question hit him then with the force of a slap -- had that been why he had reacted as he did when Luca had tried to pleasure him in that sensitive, secret place? A wall had come up, instinctively. He had thought himself just ticklish but perhaps deeper...
He felt something inside relax as there was understanding, a sudden recognition of his own instincts and limitations. He had not, it was clear, fully accepted every part of his body as beautiful, as part of him as intrinsically as any other. He had drawn boundaries in his mind and not explored beyond them, and those would not disappear with the wave of a hand, would they?
"Good, Claudio," Benedict praised, and you could hear the smile in his voice, "Very good."
Looking now at Luca's exposed and spread buttocks, Claudio was currently having no difficulty seeing this part of the body as sexual. It did not disgust or repulse him. He knew full well what Luca used it for most of the time. But knowing that Luca was human -- that he sweat, bleed, farted and, yes, evacuated his bowels -- didn't repulse him, but rather attracted to him all the more. Not just because it was clear the area had been well cleaned (Luca was a well-groomed man, despite letting his curly hair run shaggy) but because Claudio was human just the same. What was before him was not the fantasy of an attractive man, summoned from teenage imagination during his years of self-pleasure, but a real one in the flesh. With some surprise but not a shred of doubt, Claudio realized that he wanted to explore that spot with his tongue. He wanted to slide his manhood deep into it and be joined as one with Luca. He wanted to expel his seed into him, that a part of his being might be inside Luca always.
That last thought was too much. Without realizing it, Claudio had gone over the edge to orgasm. He hadn't been trying to work sex magick while doing so but he found now that he could instinctively feel the thinning of the barrier here at this moment, the hours of practice on his own paying off. He did not grab for that power, having nowhere to put it or anything to do with it, but he noted with some satisfaction that he could have, had he chosen to. And then he let out a cry of relief and pleasure as the orgasm began in earnest and he shot his seed across Benedict's floor. Luca cried out only moments later, pushing his finger into himself all the way to the second knuckle as he began to fire his own volleys (an impressive amount of them) across his stomach and chest. As they came down from the pleasure, panting for air, they both broke into laughter together. A release of joy and wonder, and acknowledgement of a shared experience. It was perhaps the most pleasant part of the whole lesson, more pleasant in its way than even the orgasms.
Their laughter was joined by Benedict, emerging from the curtain with a triumphant smile on his face. "Well done," he said to his pupil, "Hardly a mere consolation prize, was it?"
Blushing, Claudio countered: "But I would still like more."
Luca growled deep in his throat in approval.
"And more you shall have." Benedict nodded. "Take the rest of the day to reflect on the experience, and on why some part of you still resists surrendering to Luca's efforts, eager as they are... and you, Luca, reflect on why you feel the need to rush ahead instead of living in the moment."
Both students murmured their acceptance. And reflect Claudio did, prone as he was to deep thinking and distraction, all through that day. So vividly was he lost in remembering the sensations of Luca's tongue on his body that later that evening when crossing through one of the central thoroughfares in the heart of the Commune, returning to his quarters from dinner, he collided shoulder to shoulder with another acolyte crossing the other way who he had not noticed.
"Apologies," Claudio said, flashing a chagrined smile at the other. Only then did he see that it was Johan.
"Not to worry," his former roommate said, smiling back. They both stood there awkwardly in silence. Johan had been walking in a group with a few others, who were only now noticing their companion had stopped and were turning to look back. Seeing he was in conversation with Claudio, none of them dared come closer and interrupt.
"How are you?" Johan said at last, breaking the silence.
"I am well," Claudio said back. Too quickly, far too quickly. He bit his tongue and took a deep breath.
"I have been meaning to ask you, when I saw you..." Johan began, hesitant.
"Yes?"
"How was the Grand Marshal?" the other boy finished. It had not been what Claudio was expecting at all, and he just blinked in surprise for a few long heartbeats.
"Well..." Claudio answered at last, but found he didn't have the words. He pulled a face instead.
Johan laughed. "That bad, huh?"
"I do not envy him," Claudio said delicately, "A truly confused man."
"Could he make trouble for us, you think?" Johan asked, seeming genuinely unnerved. Well, after all, Johan was the whole reason the man had come for an inspection. His distress was understandable.
"I doubt it," Claudio tried to sound reassuring and confident. "The Grand Prince himself is our defender. The Marshal is but one voice on his Council, and a minor one. After all, he's lived abroad so long and follows that foreign faith, he's basically a foreigner himself."
"You sound like a Master already," Johan said, smiling at him. There was a bit of teasing in his tone, but something like pride as well. "You have far surpassed the rest of us in your special instructions, I suspect."
"Not so far," Claudio protested.
"But, I wanted to tell you--" Johan continued, eagerly, looking at his feet shyly. It was an unusual but attractive gesture, coming from him. "I passed the test. I lit the candle."
Claudio surprised both himself and his friend by clapping his hands together in delight and then wrapping his arms around Johan for a hug. Quickly he pulled away and let the other young man go. "Sorry. But that's wonderful news."
"No, please, hug me," Johan said, laughing, pulling Claudio back, "I'm so relieved. I was sure I'd never do it. And the only reason I did is due to you."
"Me??" Claudio's question was somewhat muffled, his face crushed against Johan's shoulder in the embrace.
"That night... " Johan pulled back and released the hug to look his friend in the eyes. "Look, we don't have to talk about it. I don't want to embarrass you. Trust me, it's the last thing I want. But, even though it was... well, a bit scary. And intense. I talked about it a lot with Master Paelomon, what I felt and ... what you did. And some things started to make sense. I had something tangible to work towards, a memory of a feeling. It gave me a bit of leverage, I think. I started to make progress, and then one day lighting the candle was as easy as anything." His laughter showed genuine relief. "To think I struggled for so long on something so simple."
"It takes as long as it takes," Claudio reminded him.
"Again, just like a Master," Johan smirked. "It's all simple to you, I suspect. You're way ahead. But I'm working hard to catch up, believe me. Have you been assigned a... study partner?"
"Oh!" Claudio blurted, heart pounding. Suddenly anxious. "I have, I'm sorry. And, anyway, I don't think the Masters would allow us to..."
Johan raised both hands quickly. "No no, I know, of course, I wasn't fishing -- that is, I wasn't offering to--"
Claudio turned a new, impressively deep shade of red, even for him, and covered his mouth with his hands. "OH."
"It's alright."
Laughing nervously, Claudio looked in the opposite direction, unable to face him. "I feel so foolish, I--"
"Just a miscommunication! Claudio, please. It's fine."
"Of course you weren't offering, I'm an idiot--"
Johan punched Claudio on the arm, a friendly gesture but it was hard enough to hurt. "Stop being so cruel to yourself. I'm not the right partner for you, in that area, but I'm still your best friend. Aren't I?"
Tears welling a little, Claudio nodded. He wanted to hug Johan again in relief, but controlled himself. "You are," he whispered, feeling guilty he'd ever doubted it.
"So... who is the lucky man?" Johan continued, once the silence had gotten too awkward.
Weakly, Claudio managed to squeak out his study partner's name.
"Luca?" Johan looked off thoughtfully, summoning up the face to go with that name. "The curly haired one? With the beefy shoulders? He's a child of the sun? I had no idea. Well, lucky him. Lucky you! Half the commune fancies him."
Claudio diplomatically replied, "He is very kind."
"Yes, yes, he is. Haven't heard a bad word said against him. But he's got a nice arse too, and I'm sure that doesn't hurt." Johan winked, then punched Claudio again when he blushed, but lighter this time. "It's tempting to tease you more, but I don't think your face can stand it. And I should go join the others. Let's really catch up soon, ok?"
Watching Johan rush back to the group of other acolytes, Claudio noted how one of the female students beamed to see him return, slipped her arm through his, and looked at him with adoring eyes. He recognized those eyes because he knew that's how he too had often looked at Johan. Perhaps Johan would soon have a new study partner himself, if he didn't already. He was so relieved that Johan still considered him his best friend, so thrilled with Luca and their studies together, that seeing Johan with that girl shouldn't have hurt. It really shouldn't have.
But of course it did.
Claudio went to the showers and stood under the magickally heated water for some time, as though it could wash away all his complicated emotions. He washed his body mechanically, without much thought, but when it came time to scrub his backside, touching himself in that place brought back memories of Luca's tongue exploring down there and he felt his blood surge. He froze for a moment. Luca and Johan's faces seemed to float in his vision, overlapping and blending with each other, but then he brushed them aside. Why this fear? This was his body. Nobody else's. Setting his teeth stubbornly, he used one hand to spread open his buttocks and then with the other brushed one finger over his anal opening. It felt weird at first, and then kind of nice. He pushed a little bit of the finger inside. Oof, that was strange. Uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. He pushed in a little more. It was difficult to do without being able to see what he was doing, but he was determined.
When his finger was inside up to the first knuckle, Claudio was struck with a strange thought, one that made him laugh and think of his teacher, Master Benedict. Benedict would no doubt say that this crude and inexperienced anal exploration was something like a metaphor. In a similar way, young Claudio had begun to explore inside his own soul, poking and prodding around and seeking to know himself inside and out. It was a messy process. Uncomfortable, even painful sometimes. Embarrassing. Mortifying. Necessary. Human. He smiled, wiggling his finger and enjoying the waves of vibration that passed through his body.
He was reminded of his surroundings suddenly by the sound of a high pitched giggle. Opening his eyes and remembering that he was in a semi-public place, Claudio spotted a female magicker a few showers over watching him finger himself with open interest and amusement. Normally, this would make Claudio die of embarrassment. And perhaps if it had been a man laughing and watching, he would have. But instead he just smiled sheepishly and laughed, withdrawing his finger.
"Don't stop on my account," she said, winking at him. "In fact, feel free to use one of mine." She waggled her fingers at him. "I'm told they are long and gentle and perfect for the purpose."
It was not unusual to shower in the presence of other genders, as the Commune segregated nothing in that way, in the manner that Claudio had been told the outside world did. This, however, was the first time a woman had spoken to him in the bathing area, let alone expressed sexual interest.
"I'm sure they are," he replied apologetically, "But I... um..."
"Ah, you're of the Sun?" she filled in, understanding at once.
"I thought that was obvious," Claudio smiled back, gesturing to his bum and what he had just been doing.
"Not at all," she said, brushing it off, "Most of the men I've been with love a finger up the arsehole. You Sun-boys don't have an exclusive claim on it."
"Really?" Claudio was genuinely shocked.
"They have the same parts of you, don't they? Plus it's human, I think, to want something - or somebody - inside you. Now and then. You know? The men who think that's just for us women don't know themselves at all." She smiled and resumed her shower.
Deep in thought, Claudio finished and returned to his quarters, her words echoing in his head. It's human. It's normal. He was beginning to wonder why he'd ever felt ashamed or uncomfortable with this part of his body.
Again the voice of Master Benedict in his head: "Why are you ashamed or uncomfortable with your emotions as well, young magicker?" Like his arse, Claudio's emotions were messy and unpleasant sometimes. As now, thinking of Johan. And yet they were part of him, and beautiful at the same time. That's what Benedict had said many many times, in so many words, and only now was Claudio beginning to understand.
Later, masturbating with two fingers exploring deep inside himself, Claudio reflected with a smile what strange ways we learned our lessons sometimes.
A few days later, he was once again in Benedict's quarters, sitting naked on a chair, with Luca on his knees before him. As Luca's tongue explored his shaft, Claudio felt all resistance melt away, focusing on the sensations. He sighed softly. It was sincere and heart-felt.
"Good, Claudio," Benedicts voice praised from behind the curtain. "Very good."
Luca's tongue explored further, lovingly glazing Claudio's scrotum, and then further down, down towards the anus. Suddenly the older acolyte seemed to catch himself, remembering this was too much for his partner last time, and started to pull away.
Claudio had none of it. He grabbed Luca by his shaggy, curly, beautiful hair and guided him down to his opening. Delighted, Luca growled his approval and probed his tongue against his lover's most private spot with real hunger and enthusiasm. The same flash of resistance welled up as before, the feeling of being overwhelmed, the feeling of being tickled, the instinct to pull away and protect himself. But Claudio stood firm against that feeling and won, relaxing and allowing his partner to continue.
A magickal link had formed between the two, power flowing out of Claudio and into Luca as the licking and probing continued. Claudio was tugging on his phallus eagerly, but with no intention to orgasm, no need for anything other than to enjoy the present moment fully. The pleasure grew, and grew, until suddenly it surpassed the limits that felt familiar and safe. The room grew thick with magick, time slowing, all the signs that Claudio remembered from that fateful evening with Johan. Fear welled up again. To his shock, he felt that same fear reflected from Luca, who was struggling to keep up with the torrent of power he was drawing from Claudio, even as he could not bring himself to remove his tongue or to cease his loving exertions.
"I am here," Benedict's voice soothed them both, and they suddenly felt his presence quite directly through the magick, like a comforting blanket wrapped around them both. "Let go of caution and restraint, now, here, for I will protect you both."
It worked. Both acolytes shrugged off their fear like they had shrugged off their clothing just moments earlier. Claudio allowed himself to sigh, and then to moan, and then scream as his pleasure centers were worked upon by Luca both physically and magickally. He could feel his sphincter pulsing uncontrollably around Luca's tongue, feel his testicles tighten, feel the magick cascading out of him reaching its peak. Every part of him, from the crown of his head to the tip of each toe, was glowing with pleasure and power. Then without warning he was caught off-guard by explosion of an orgasm, but not his own -- Luca, overwhelmed by the sensation of Claudio's smooth buttocks against his face, his hole lovingly giving way to his tongue, the torrent of magic flowing through the link, was now ejaculating all over the floor. Claudio could feel his partner's pleasure and his surprised amusement; Luca had barely been touching himself and had not expected his climax to arrive so soon.
Feeling all this, Claudio knew he would not be long behind. Some parts of him still resisted, fearing the strength of the building power, but his training combined with an embrace of raw animal instinct saw him through to the finale. When the explosion happened, as intense as anything he'd felt that night with Johan, it felt like a bomb had been set off inside his core, and Claudio felt that power rush so quickly into Luca through the link that the other magicker could not handle or channel it all and it quickly overflowed. Had they been alone, this would have been quite dangerous, perhaps even deadly. But they were not alone, and the excess magick was absorbed effortlessly by Master Benedict, suddenly linked with them both. Through the link, Claudio could sense that Benedict was ejaculating too, just as both students were (perhaps precisely because they were), and the resonance of their three reflected orgasms sent all of them into higher flights of pleasure and magick radiated through the room like a sun at dawn.
Claudio lost consciousness. Only a few seconds later, though, he awoke again. Luca and Benedict were now there, on either side of him, a comforting hand on his shoulder and stroking his sweating brow. Looking back and forth between them both, feeling all the semen splattered across his chest, face, and stomach, Claudio could only smile and laugh. And laugh and laugh. A laugh that in some ways was as much of a release as the ejaculation had been.
He'd crossed another threshold. "You sound like a master already," Johan had said. For the first time, and in just a small way, Claudio felt like one.