Chapter Four Avenna
It was on the evening of the second day aboard the barge that Callixtus had lost his virginity to his master. When they woke up on the morning of the third day, they renewed their congress. Indeed, Magnus did not leave the cabin for the whole of the day, but fucked his slave boy three more times before the barge reached its destination that evening.
The mage, despite being in his forties, was very fit and naturally potent. His magical training and abilities fortified his libido. Callixtus was of course as randy as any normal teenage boy, and each time he was fucked he also ejaculated as well. He was delighted with the new found pleasures of their lovemaking and pleased and proud of his hitherto unsuspected abilities, and the way his master showered him with praise as well as kisses. In truth, the boy had a lot to learn, thought Magnus, who deliberately exaggerated his praise to build up the lad's confidence - but really, the slave was far too passive, just lying there and taking it. But over time, he would be trained to increase his master's pleasure.
Magnus fucked him doggy style on the bed once more but tried different positions for the other two occasions, fucking him as he lay on his side, lifting the boy's outer leg, and again while he lay on his back and pushed his legs apart while he held his knees. This last fuck gave Callixtus quite a lot of pain and he shouted out loudly. Afterwards, the mage muttered a simple healing incantation and moved his hand in a circular motion over the boy's belly - Callixtus felt the pain disappear almost immediately, to be replaced by a pleasing warm tingle.
At one point Callixtus emerged from the cabin to rinse the sweat and sperm off himself and relieve himself over the side, and noticed quizzical looks from the sailors. "Get a good fuck, did you, bum boy? You must have been enjoying it - you were making enough noise about it!" Loud laughter followed from the other sailors. With a sense of shocked embarrassment Callixtus realised that the noise from their energetic lovemaking had been heard by everyone on the barge. He was the only one to be shocked - everyone knew masters liked to fuck their slaves of either sex, if they were young and attractive, and everyone knew that mages had a particular liking for pretty boys like Callixtus. They enjoyed his embarrassment, but were not in the slightest bit shocked or surprised at what had been happening. Many of them would have jumped him themselves, if they had the chance.
As the barge drew in to the quayside at Avenna, night had already fallen and the harbour was illuminated with flaming torches set high in bracketed lamps. The shouts of the sailors mingled with the weird laughter of herring gulls roosting on the roofs of the dock buildings - a curious sound for Callixtus, who had never heard it before. Another new sensation was the tang of salt blowing in from the sea, mingling with the smells of tar and sewage and fish guts.
Master and slave crossed to the dockside, a few of the sailors following the sight of Callixtus's pert and well-used buttocks with a few ribald parting remarks. "We will stay in one of the dockside inns tonight, Callixtus. I must see if I can find a ship to take us on the morning tide, across the Inner Sea. See those Sassid trading skiffs - notice their fine sleek lines. We may be able to get passage on one of those. Those dark skinned men in full length loose white robes are the Sassid sailors. And further over there I see a couple of Imperial merchant vessels, and a Cheskan ship too. Any of those might also suit our purpose."
The dockside was full of life. Female prostitutes, painted and garishly dressed, lifted provocative hems to entice passing sailors. A drunk stumbled out of a wineshop, vomiting into the gutter. Sounds of music, laughter, and loud voices spilled out of the taverns and wine shops along the harbour front.
Magnus enquired at three inns before finding one with a spare bed. Early November was a busy time as the last merchant ships of the season plied the trade routes, their holds groaning with an abundant harvest, before the winter storms reduced shipping activity in the Inner Sea.
Magnus sighed with disappointment at the inn they were forced to put up in, for it was considerably less salubrious than the better establishments, which were all full. Avenna was full of military activity: a recent naval action had seen several pirate ships taken or sunk by the Imperial navy, and Imperial sailors and marines were everywhere to be seen, noisily celebrating their victory.
The inn they found was crowded, noisy, and dirty. Callixtus again felt the twinge of embarrassment about walking in naked to a room crowded with people who were all fully clothed, but although some of the sailors leered lustfully at him, they soon backed away when they realised he was not only someone else's property, but the property of a mage as well. Everyone knew mages were not to be trifled with. Tempting as it might be to slap Callixtus's pretty arse or grab that nice pendulous cock, such liberties could get you turned instantly turned into a frog by the boy's enraged owner. Or so it was believed.
The only place they could find a seat was at a small side table in a corner of a back room which was occupied by a dozen noisy marines in their distinctive dark blue tunics and leather accoutrements, all drunk and loud, and engaged in a game of cards. Magnus eventually got the attention of a harassed wench who brought them fish stew and sour white wine, though the bread that came with it was fresh and good. Magnus ate hurriedly while Callixtus squatted on the floor at his feet, his back against the wall.
While Magnus ate, Callixtus said, "Master, is that a slave over there? I haven't seen any others so far". "I have seen other slaves, my boy, though you probably didn't notice them as they were old and ugly and so kept wrapped up. There were two squatting outside waiting for their masters. I recognised them by their slave collars." "Yes master, but what about that one over there?" Callixtus indicated a handsome youth of about sixteen who was standing at the bar deep in conversation with a strapping sailor. The boy had short dark hair, cut in an attractive fashion with a floppy fringe over his brow, and was naked except for a curious arrangement of black leather belts. He had cross straps over his shoulders joining on to a leather belt round his waist, and a couple of leather straps around his thighs and above his ankles and on his arms, but apart from that he was completely naked. "No Callixtus, that is no slave. See he does not wear a collar, and even from this distance you can see that his rather impressive cock is uncircumcised. No, he is a rent boy dressed in the customary clothing of his kind - if you can call it clothing. It is derived from the dress of the ancient Phyrgians. Note how the straps are artfully arranged to call attention to the boy's more interesting parts."
Magnus, judging by the intent and wolfish gaze he now lent towards the rent boy, certainly found him interesting - he was well muscled and rather pretty, and his skin very pale and completely smooth, so that his large cock and balls hung out nicely from his smooth groin, which were completely glabrous - just how Magnus liked it. He glanced down at Callixtus, squatting on the floor, and made a mental note to have the boy's pubic thatch depilated as soon as possible. When he looked back at the rent boy, it was to see his pert buttocks receding out of the door with the sailor's arm around his shoulders. Clearly, he had found a customer.
Magnus finished eating and passed the still half full bowl of stew and bread down to Callixtus. "Stay here and eat. I must go and make enquiries about a ship. I will be as quick as I can."
Callixtus was glad of the dark corner and the noise around him; no-one paid him any attention and as he ate he watched the proceedings with interest. The noisy card-playing marines were very drunk and very loud. One of them, a heavily built man with a livid scar running down his cheek, was clearly losing heavily. "Come on sergeant, put in more coin or you are out!" One of the others said. "All right, lads, all right, so you bastards have almost cleaned me out - but I'm prepared to wager my prize from the pirate ship for you all to enjoy if I lose the next round."
Amidst hoots and thumps of goblets on the table, the sergeant turned to speak to one of the other marines who was not playing the game but standing watching. The marine went out of a side door and re-appeared with a small bound captive - clearly a slave, judging by his collar and his nudity, but obviously of recent capture for he was not yet circumcised. He was a youth of about seventeen or eighteen, though rather small of stature and not looking at all like Callixtus's idea of a pirate. The young man looked terrified, and had his hands tied behind his back. "See here lads" said the sergeant, grabbing the youth by his dark mop of hair, "this is a taste of the fun you can have if you accept my wager!" With one hand still holding the captive by the hair, with the other he fumbled inside his leather tunic and took out his large, gnarled, and erect penis, with its large purple glans gleaming menacingly in the candlelight. Then he forced the youth down on to it, and with laughter and shouts of encouragement from the others proceeded to give him a savage face- fuck. Within a couple of minutes he ejaculated copiously into the captive's mouth, then roughly shoved him to the ground, where he lay sobbing, spitting out the cum which dribbled from his mouth.
As he lay there, the marines returned to their game, and once again the sergeant lost. "OK boys, he's all yours - but don't damage him too much or I won't get a decent price for him!" One of the other marines stood up with a harsh laugh, pulled up his tunic and untugged his breechcloth to reveal his engorged cock. Then he forced the captive down so that his back was on the wine- slicked floor and grabbed him by the ankles, bending his legs back and apart, and immediately and powerfully thrust himself inside him. "By the ancestors, he's got a tight little hole!" he shouted, as he thrust away, the captive's tears forcing themselves from his tightly closed eyes as he lay on his back, sperm from the sergeant's cock still dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.
Callixtus was horrified. The other marines were egging on their comrade, and queueing up behind him, fingering their erect penises and telling him to get a move on while they waited their turn. The sergeant, who started singing a drunken shanty, keeled over onto the floor and vomited, then lay snoring while the first marine finished, and pulled out his dripping cock to make way for the second one.
Just at that moment Callixtus caught sight of his master, who had just returned. The mage's face was contorted with fury. Although he did not speak, he turned his gaze on Calllixtus, who felt a stab of fear as he had never seen the mage look so angry before - even though he knew his anger was directed at the marines and not at him. Although Magnus's lips did not move, nor did he speak, Callixtus suddenly heard his voice very clear inside his head - there was no doubting it - and with controlled fury and urgency the voice which only he could hear said -
"Callixtus, you must close your eyes tight shut and do not open them till I tell to you".
Callixtus needed no second prompting - the sight of the poor pirate captive being brutally raped was one he was glad to shut out of his vision.
Exactly what happened next Callixtus was never really sure. He heard Magnus speak strange words in a commanding voice and in a language he did not understand, and then the room fell deathly silent, all except for the quiet sobbing of the captive.
"You may open your eyes now Callixtus."
As he did, he could see a barely perceptible shiver in the air, like the heat haze on hard baked earth, and he saw that all of the pirates were sprawled on the ground, with their eyes open (except for the drunken sergeant, who snored in stupor still), and their limbs rigid and contorted.
Callixtus scrambled to his feet. "What did you do, master?"
"I haven't harmed them. Not as much as they deserve. The spell will wear off soon enough. Come, we must get out of here."
Just then one of the serving wenches re-entered the room and gave a loud scream at the sight of all the unconscious marines sprawled around the room with wide and sightless eyes. Magnus stooped down and gathered up the weeping naked captive in his arms. The captive was small and of slight build, and Magnus was strong, so he lifted him onto his shoulder with ease, and carried him out, with Callixtus quickly following.
They were followed too by the shocked and fearful stares of the other customers, who from a stunned silence now began a low murmuring, directing keen and unfriendly glances at the mage as he strode from the inn, with the trembling bundle over his shoulder presenting his naked and leaking rump to the onlookers.
"I fear we may have upset His Imperial Majesty's navy. We had best make ourselves scarce", said Magnus, as they crossed outside into the dark street.