The Wizard of Solton

The Wizard of Solton - Part 5

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The Wizard and the Windmill

Wix's world, like our own, has an axial tilt. However in its case the tilt was one degree greater. As its orbit was also slightly more eccentric than ours, and it was closest to its sun during Solton's summer, these combined to give Solton warm summers, but bitterly cold winters.

As luck would have it, Arun's first winter was the worst in living memory. In fact, it was so severe that it shortened living memory by a perceptible amount.

But the town was not really inconvenienced until two things happened in quick succession. First was an annual event, a mighty blizzard that completely isolated the town. The second however, caught everyone by surprise; it was an explosion, followed by a fire, at the town's only flour warehouse.

This left the town with no flour to bake bread and no way of getting to the nearest flourmill which, in turn, caused Lord Pers to summon Arun.

Poor old Yips got the job again, but this time Arun met him at the front door, welcomed him in and gave him a hot toddy for his trouble. Well, the poor man was half-frozen.

To everyone else in the town, neither the Wizard nor his Apprentice, seemed to feel the cold. Their only concession to winter was to wear practical looking boots that came almost to their knees and, when needed, snow shoes. Of course, in reality, their implants were silently ensuring that their bodies did not cool below their normal blood heat, no matter what they wore or what the weather.

"Wizard, we are in dire striates," said Pers, after the formalities were over. "We have plenty of grain but no means of grinding it into flour."

"Solton does not run to a mill?" asked an astonished Arun.

"The position of the town makes it almost impossible to find a place that has constant wind," replied Pers.

"Surely at the top of the cliffs, just beside the waterfall, would be perfect," said Arun.

"Wizard, the cliffs are almost 100 man-lengths high. The workforce required to raise the grain to the mill would be prohibitive. So we ship out our grain and have it milled at nearby towns. Alas, this is out of the question for the next few months," said Pers.

"But you could use the waterfall to provide the power to lift the grain..." Arun sort of petered out when he saw the glazed look come over Pers face. In any event, this might be a long-term solution, but it was of little use for their present predicament.

"Spyk," said Arun, over his implant, "would a low power disrupter field mill the grain into flour?"

"No great problem, boss," came the reply, "but, as we cannot give them any technological boost, it can only be a stopgap measure."

"Fairy Nuff," sent Arun, "we'll keep them going this winter and get them to build a windmill in the spring. Work out a low-tech method of lifting the grain using the kinetic energy of the waterfall - no complex hydraulics mind you. Oh, and while you are at it, knock up a detailed set of plans."

"Shall I also prefabricate the parts and deliver them to the site?" sent Spyk, in a sarcastic tone.

"What a splendid little doggy you are," replied Arun, forcing Wix to hide his grin. Once that pair began scoring points off each other it was difficult to keep a straight face.

"My Lord Pers," began Arun, using his formal, speaking-to-idiots- voice, "for the duration of the emergency I am prepared to employ magic to mill the grain. However as soon as the weather improves I intend to have a mill erected at the top of the cliffs, so that this situation will never occur again."

"As you wish, Wizard. But how will you get the water to lift the grain?" asked Pers.

"The power of the falling water will do the job," said Arun.

This confused Lord Pers, so he wisely held his tongue, but promised the Wizard that the first cart of grain would be arriving directly at the Manse.

By the time our trio got home there was a large hopper set up in the inner courtyard and fixed beneath it were four hooks to which a sack might be attached to catch the flour.

When the cart arrived the Carter and his lad were amazed that all they had to do was tip the grain into the hopper, then unload the full sack of flour from underneath it. They set to the work with a will and soon all the sacks of grain had been transformed into sacks of flour. Respectfully the Carter approached the Wizard.

"Where would you like your flour stacked, your Worship?" he inquired.

"First, you address me as Arun, or Wizard, and second, what flour?" said Arun.

"For every twelve bags milled the Miller gets one bag in payment for milling them. We have six and eighty bags of flour on the cart, so by rights seven are yours, Ar... er, Wizard," said the Carter, chickening out at the last second.

"Er-em, if you would be so kind as to drop them off at the orphanage, I would be most grateful. I'm sure that their need is far greater than mine," said Arun, thinking on his feet.

"How kind, Wizard. I hear that the orphans are having a cold hard winter this year," said the Carter.

"If I could tempt you both to a bowl of hot broth, I'll see if I can sort out some other small gifts for them that you could take with you," said the Wizard, ushering the pair indoors.

In the dining room stood a steaming urn of broth. So, while the Carter and his lad put themselves on the outside of some of the best broth that either of them had tasted, Spyk was fabricating a highly insulating blanket and some warm clothing for each and every inmate of the orphanage.

Such acts of apparent kindness on the part of the Wizard endeared him to the good citizens of Solton. Fortunately they didn't know that he was giving thanks to the orphanage for supplying him with such a perfect lover.

Poor Arun was almost dragged into the bedroom just as soon as the gates had closed behind the cart. The Wizard was efficiently stripped and pushed onto the bed. A few seconds later his naked Apprentice bounced on top of him. Light as the tween was, he almost drove the breath out of his Master's body by landing on his stomach.

Quickly he snuck down the prone body and swallowed the Wizard's limp member. He now lay happily gulping on it and making it rise inside his throat.

Arun lay back and enjoyed life. He felt lazy; this time Wix could do all the work. The thrill of his cock hardening in the throat of the tween was exquisite; he would have to watch out or he would shoot far too early. Of course he needn't have worried, as the tween was far too skilled in the sexual arts to let an accident like that happen. As soon as the weapon was primed Wix backed off and began to lick it all over. His Master groaned happily as the warm wet tongue slowly worked over every part of his cock.

Next to be attacked was his nuts. Try as the tween might, he could only get one of the pair in his mouth at a time.

When he was finished there, the tween scooted up and squatted above his Master. Arun deigned to assist matters by holding his cock vertical while the tween lowered himself onto it. The slick weapon slid into its sheath with a moist sound. Both Master and Apprentice sighed happily as they once more coupled.

When he was fully spiked on his Master's cock Wix reached forward and began to play with the man's nipples. No one had ever done this to Arun and so the sensation was a novel one. He began to squirm around under the tween and this made his cock move deep within the lad.

Eventually Wix tired of this game and began to ride his Master properly. Thanks to the generous dimensions of Arun's member, the tween could rise a goodly distance off the bed before plunging back down and spearing himself to the hilt.

Arun lay; eyes closed, his hands behind his head, and let his Apprentice take him to heaven at a leisurely pace.

The tween carefully monitored Arun's emotions and gradually brought him to a peak. The Wizard's body suddenly went taut beneath him and he felt the cock within him buck as it started to ram the man's seed far up into his bowels. About here his own control went adrift and he covered his Master's chest with his hot young load.

Wix fell forward onto the messy chest and Arun hugged him tightly. They lay like that, stickily coupled; until Wix pulled free and began his usual clean up.

Word of the Wizard's mad scheme - of lifting grain using the power of falling water - spread, and one morning Spyk told them that a visitor was approaching the Manse. As breakfast was finished they all retired to the consulting room and watched the visitor's arrival on the screen that was the surface of the desk.

The creaking front door interested him only in the way it opened automatically as he walked towards it. He carefully examined it trying to find the actuators. However as they were miniaturised and integral parts of the hinges, his search was in vain.

In appearance: he was tall, thin to the point of emaciation, unkempt, his clothes had many pockets all - of which seemed to be stuffed with various objects - and he had a head of hair that looked like the aftermath of a violent explosion in a mattress factory.

Presently he entered the foyer and pondered the problem posed by the faucet hanging in the air. After a moment he burst out laughing, then stopped and examined it very carefully.

"This one may be dangerous," said Spyk, cautiously, "get an analyser on his head as soon as you can. His name is Ythan and he has a reputation as a madman and inventor. The problem is, his inventions are usually based on sound reasoning although they are rarely practical."

Arun handed the device to Wix and nodded. Wix got up silently, opened the door and entered the foyer.

"My Lord Ythan," said Wix, causing the poor man to almost leap out of his skin, "my Master, the Wizard Arun, awaits the pleasure of your company in his consulting room."

Wix now held the door wide and bowed low. As the startled Ythan walked through the door, Wix straightened up abruptly and skilfully slipped the device onto the back of the mass of hair.

"Sit!" commanded Arun, pointing to the visitor's chair. Ythan dumbly did as he was directed. "Well?" said Arun, addressing the dog.

"Potentially a big problem boss," said the dog, "his IQ is in the range of 190 which, of course, is effectively off the scale. Usually such people are totally insane, however in his case there are no signs of decompensation. But if he ever decides to build weapons this world is in for a hard time. For example, he is quite capable of dreaming up a workable machine-gun, if anyone took the trouble to ask him to do it. Unfortunately he would not first work out the eventual consequences of his actions."

"What should we do about it?" asked Arun.

"Oh, just bung him in the AutoDoc before you let him go and I'll stick in a deep-seated inhibition against making weapons. Right, if you are all ready I'll deactivate the device for the moment," said the dog.

The other pair nodded and the light of reason returned to Ythan's eyes. He looked perplexed, blinked twice, took in the consulting room at face value and then addressed Arun.

"Ah Wizard, a most amusing joke that you keep in your hall, but may I ask what propels the water up the glass tube?" he asked.

"A pump on the floor below," said Arun, amiably.

"And what powers the pump?"

"For the moment that must remain my secret," said Arun, in the same amicable sort of voice, "But I'm sure that you did not make your journey just to discuss my toys?"

Ythan looked a bit peeved at not having his question answered, but brightened up as he began to explain the reason for his visit. The talk of the proposed windmill had come to his ears and he wished to find out absolutely everything there was to know about it.

"Would you like to see the plans?" asked Spyk.

"Yes please!" replied Ythan, looking slightly disturbed as he realised something was not entirely right, but could not quite put his finger on the cause of it.

"Wix, if you could fetch them from the delivery chute, I would be most grateful," said the dog.

Wix did as he was asked. Soon the sheet was spread all over the desk and Ythan was enthralled with the detail and precision of the design. Arun and Wix watched the other pair in amusement.

Ythan had asked Spyk three intelligent questions before he suddenly sat bolt upright, stared at the dog, turned to Arun and said, "Your dog spoke!"

"Well, you did keep asking him questions," said Arun, trying not to laugh.

"Another amusing trick I expect. Dogs cannot talk."

Arun smiled and nodded. Well it was quite true, dogs cannot talk, but Spyk was a bit more than a dog. However he was even more amused as Ythan continued to address his questions to Spyk.

Only when all the innovative points of the transporting of the grain had been fully discussed did he turn his attention to Arun.

"So Wizard, you are not only a man of magic, you are also a man of science?" he asked Arun.

"Actually, I am only a man of science, I know no magic."

"Excellent, excellent! At last I have someone sensible that I can talk to," said Ythan, beaming like a madman. "The water power that you will have at your disposal, do you have any to spare?"

Arun looked thoughtful and said, "The river runs continuously, there is plenty to spare. But what do you require it for?"

Ythan looked around in a slightly paranoid fashion.

"You may speak freely in here, no one can overhear what is said in my study," said Arun, encouragingly.

"I have been experimenting with the relationship between electricity and magnetism!" he said, in a conspiratorial voice.

"An interesting field," said Arun in a neutral voice, but still managing to slip in a terrible pun.

"I have designed a device that should turn mechanical energy into electrical energy!" said Ythan, swelling with pride.

"Do you have some plans?" asked Spyk.

"Yes, yes!" said Ythan pulling some papers from the recesses of his clothing.

Arun and Wix watched with some more amusement as the inventor and the dog, who had to stand on a chair with his front paws on the desk, pored over the plans.

"Bloody hell boss, he has got it cracked. He has managed to invent an alternator and a turbine to drive it. But he hasn't quite got the hang of the voltage. This rig will shove out about 12,000 to 20,000 volts depending on the water pressure," said Spike over their internal circuit.

"Anything he invents, he is allowed to keep, that is the rule. So if he has a workable system, we are allowed to let him connect it up to our water supply," replied Arun.

"I think that a separate high pressure water supply going to a different building, might be a more prudent idea, boss. Because 20, 000 volts arcs over easily and that could cause a disastrous explosion anywhere flour might be in the air. Then he might begin to ponder on how he made it all go bang," the dog sent.

"Ythan, I will provide you with your own source of water power, but you must figure out how you will utilise it. I will also provide you with your own laboratory, where you may experiment and not endanger the flourmill. In turn you must keep me up to date with your results," said Arun.

"Wizard, you are too kind. May I also consult with your dog?" asked a delighted Ythan.

"Certainly, but only when you are alone. I would not like it to be common knowledge that my dog can talk," said Arun. "Not that anyone would believe you!" he added on the internal circuit.

With that said, Spyk activated the device on Ythan's head and he lost all interest in the proceedings. Which was really a pity, as he would have had a million questions to ask about the AutoDoc.

Spring arrived and with it came the time to erect the windmill. Arun asked around for a handyman, an unusual request in an age when nearly everyone was specialised and controlled by a Guild. However he did find a Jack-of-all-trades named, Hew.

Hew could indeed turn his hand to most sorts of work, and while his results might not match the perfection of a Guild member, they were of a satisfactory quality.

Spyk had used his building machines, under the cover of darkness, to set-up the foundations for both the mill and the laboratory. The latter was a simple single-storey rectangular building based at the foot of the cliff with a pipe leading up to the top of the falls and a larger return pipe leading back to the river.

The foundations for the mill were at the top of the cliff and a simple hydraulic lift was installed to run from the top to the bottom of the cliff face. It was powered by water entering a large holding tank at the top of the cliffs from where it was led down the cliff face by a pipe and fed through control valves into the hydraulic motor that moved the lift.

Beside each set of foundations were piles of prefabricated parts. With Wix instructing him Hew soon caught on to the assembly process. In two days, to Ythan's delight, the laboratory was completed. He was even more taken with the security arrangements. Light entered via windows in the roof and the door would only open to his touch.

However he might have been less happy if he had known the number of sensors that were fitted to the walls allowing Spyk to monitor his every move. He was also unaware of some of the safety features Spyk had included; for example, the building was designed to cope with an explosion inside it.

The mill was a much slower construction and took several weeks to complete. Wix was always on hand to assist Hew and gradually an intimate relationship began to develop between them. Hew was about 25 years old and had dark hair that seemed to cover a lot of his rather squat, muscular body. He was also the most tactile person that Wix had ever met. He was always touching Wix.

It began with casually brushing as they passed each other. As Wix made no move to avoid the contact, Hew was encouraged.

At the rest breaks, inside the partially erected mill, Hew sat a little closer to Wix than he should, until one day their thighs touched! Gradually Hew's hand moved down onto his own thigh and from there it casually migrated to Wix's thigh. When it finally reached its destination, Wix's crotch, it found the lad in a high state of arousal.

This was the first time that anyone had tried to seduce Wix. Every other partner he had ever had sex with, had gone straight for it. So he was quite happy to be sat on Hew's lap and, surprisingly tenderly, kissed. Mind you the hand stayed on his cock and gently caressed it. This continued for some time, however Hew did not seem to wish things to progress any further.

Beneath his buns Wix could feel the delightful hardness of Hew's erect manhood. He wriggled about on it to see what happened.

"By the names of the gods, don't do that lad or I'll mess myself good and proper," gasped Hew.

Wix slipped off the man's lap and knelt between his thighs. While Hew looked on in utter amazement the lad swiftly began his work. He opened the man's pants and pulled out the raging manhood that lurked within. He held it for a while and admired it. Unlike its owner, it ran to being long and thin.

Hew gasped as his foreskin was peeled back and a look akin to horror passed over his face as he realised what the tween was about to do.

"Noooo," he gulped.

But Wix paid the man no heed and began giving him a really expert blowjob. It was instantly obvious that Hew was as horny as hell, and some caution would be needed if Wix wanted this little game to last. With infinite care he moved the cock into his throat taking an age to move his lips from the head of it until they were encircling the hairy base of the shaft. Hew sat, unable to move, and watched the impossible happen as the tween swallowed his entire cock.

Now, the truth be told, Hew was actually a wanker, that is, he enjoyed jacking younger men off. But he had never had his cock on the inside of anyone's anatomy before. What had started as a nice game, of which he was fully acquainted with the rules, had suddenly changed into one where he was completely out of his depth.

His disbelief increased as Wix backed off, sucking on his cock all the way back until just the head was concealed. Then the tween repeated his sword-swallowing act.

Wix did it six times and realised that a seventh would end matters. So he stopped with just the head in his mouth, and then used his tongue and lips on this, the most sensitive part, of the organ.

Hew groaned when Wix stopped, but yelped when he started his next trick. He had just about been on the point of stopping the tween for fear of shooting his load in the lad's mouth, but now Wix was on another tack and his imminent orgasm became slightly less urgent.

And so the merry game went on, Wix driving the man towards the brink then stopping him just at the edge. Hew was quickly reduced to a blubbering idiot. At first he was afraid of shooting in the tween's mouth, and then he was in agony because he was not being allowed to shoot at all.

Just as the thought, "Not long now," was going through Wix's mind, Hew took over again. His hands grabbed the lad's head and he began to drive his shaft in and out of the tween's eagerly sucking mouth. With a series of grunts he pumped his jism into the lad and was only vaguely aware of it being hungrily swallowed.

Hew sat there, covered in sweat, and contemplated the consequences of his actions with steadily mounting horror. All he had wanted to do was play with the tween, cuddle him, kiss him, jack him off, and watch him shoot. Instead he had just forced his boss's Apprentice to drink his cum! And, for good measure, his boss was the most powerful and popular Wizard that the town had ever seen. The icy cold hand of fear now gripped his heart.

However he was most perplexed when the tween slipped back on to his knee and snuggled up to him.

"There you are," said Wix, "no mess at all."

"Your Master will wreak a terrible revenge on me when he discovers what I have done to you!" said Hew, in obvious torment.

"Nope. He'll just be surprised that it took you so long," said Wix, cheerfully.

"He already knows?"

"He saw that you wanted to play around with me from the day he hired you," said Wix, guiding the man's hand back to where it had been earlier.

Eventually Hew's courage returned and he got to achieve his original aim of jacking the tween off and watching him wriggle as his seed shot through the air and landed on the brand new floor of the mill.

The next day Hew got an even greater shock. He had the tween sitting on his lap and they were quietly kissing. Again the tween wriggled around on the hard cock beneath him until Hew was once more forced to beg him to stop.

However this time when the tween had released the weapon from its confinement he made no attempt to swallow it. Instead he lifted the back of his robes and sat on it. True he had to wriggle a bit to get it into his ass, but it was a very swift ploy on his part all the same.

Hew, again wrong footed, only truly realised where his cock was when the tween's delightful buns were pressed most firmly into his groin.

Hew let out a gasp, half of surprise and half of pleasure. But this was just the start of things. Wix again wriggled about and that began a completely new ballgame for Hew. Gradually the urge to hump the lad began to creep up on Hew. So he lifted the tween up as he himself stood, then manoeuvred them both into the doggy position on the floor. There, for the first time in his life, Hew got down to a bit of real shagging.

First he experimented with long strokes, then just running the head in and out of the lad's ring. After a while he resumed the long strokes and was quite surprised when Wix started meeting him thrust for thrust. He now knew that the lad was really begging for it and it took little effort on Hew's part to begin shooting.

He was revelling in the afterglow of his first shag when he suddenly remembered his partner. He reached round the front of the tween and slowly began jacking him off. Now he had his chance at revenge. It was Wix that got teased by being brought to the edge of an orgasm only to have it denied at the last moment.

As Hew was an expert at jacking off, poor Wix didn't really have much of a chance. Eventually Hew gave in and took the lad over the top. Here Hew made another interesting discovery. If you are inside a lad's ass when he shoots, it is something else altogether. Needless to say, the next lunch break poor Wix got jacked off while he was being rogered by Hew. Later Wix concluded that it certainly gingered up Hew's performance.

Finally the great day arrived and Lord Pers was invited to inaugurate the hydraulic lift and start the mill. Most of the town turned out and stood in a semicircle around the base of the lift. Hew was to be rewarded for his work by being employed as the town's first Miller.

With great ceremony the bags of grain were loaded onto the platform and Lord Pers pulled down on the control chain that ran the length of the lift's path. This opened a valve and allowed water to enter the hydraulic motor and drive the lift upwards.

There was a massive gasp from the crowd as the lift with its load of grain moved swiftly and silently upwards. When it reached the top a small collar on the lift, through which the control chain ran, caught on a bolt through the chain, causing it to pull the chain upwards, which closed the valve and stopped the motor. This brought another gasp from the townsfolk. Hew, who had been waiting at the top, unloaded the grain.

Fortunately the laboratory had been built at a safe distance therefore no-one was in any real danger when the explosion occurred. Spyk's foresight was perfect, and the roof was equipped with hinges that ran along the ridge of the roof allowing it to flap open and let the main force of the blast escape, before falling back into place. There was a dead silence from the assembled masses.

Ythan emerged from the building slapping his smouldering robes. He hurried in the direction of Arun as the crowd began to titter.

"Wizard, could I have a word with your dog?" he said, much to the amusement of the townsfolk.

Arun nodded, pointed at Ythan and said, "Go!" to Spyk.

The little black and white dog obediently trotted over to Ythan and appeared to listen intently as the man spoke to him on the way back to the Lab. This caused even more hilarity.

At the top of the lift, the grain now unloaded, the control chain was pulled up. The chain now actuated a second valve and this allowed the water to drive the motor in the reverse direction and the lift sank silently to the ground.

Once it was there, Arun fearlessly boarded it and invited Pers and several other dignitaries to join him. Now, they were not keen to get on to the contraption but they were even less eager to appear to be cowards, so they gingerly boarded. Arun pulled down on the chain and they were off!

At the top, a shaken group entered the mill. After a few moments they appeared on the circular balcony that ran round the mill about halfway up. Here Pers ceremoniously pulled on the rope that released the brake and the mighty sails of the mill began to turn.

Inside, the heavy stone mill wheel began to rotate and the grain flowed down into the middle of the hole in the top stone. A little later the flour began to drop off the edge of the lower fixed wheel, down the chute and into the waiting sack.

When a sackful of flour had been ground it was loaded onto the lift and, to loud cheers from the crowd, the first sack of Solton-ground flour was lowered to the foot of the falls.

At this point, the sweating and breathless Yips arrived and waved to Lord Pers. The hapless man was bundled onto the lift and sent aloft, quivering with fear. Arriving at the top he spoke with Lord Pers.

Lord Pers walked to the edge of the cliff and shouted to the crowd below, "Her Ladyship - has this day - presented me - with a son and heir. - Both mother and child - are doing well! - Let us celebrate!"

So Solton began a night devoted to wetting the baby's head. Arun had Spyk produce a fireworks display, the likes of which had never been seen before on the planet.

Arun and Wix accompanied Pers to the Manor where they got to see the baby. The infant was handed round and Arun accepted it in the ginger fashion of all males who have not got any children on their own. The baby began to cry and was handed to Wix.

Wix looked down at the tiny scrap of humanity that was his son and smiled. The baby instantly stopped crying, as he knew he was safe; he had inherited his father's talent. Thus it was well past midnight when Arun and a very confused Wix returned to the Manse.

"Time we went to bed. It is a while since I shagged the ass off a father," he said to his Apprentice.

This made a really strange feeling run through Wix.

"Don't worry, lad. We'll make sure your boy receives a proper education and when he becomes Lord of the Manor he'll be fit for the job," Arun said as he stripped the tween and chucked him onto the bed.

To be continued in week's time.

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My thanks to Scott for editing.