A Witch's Chaotic Morning

by Marx

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He stared up at the void above him and watched the swirling shadows consume the space they inhabited. Smoke escaped his lips as he could feel a small part of his soul leave his body. He was content in the emptiness of the world around him. It enveloped, embraced, and accepted him. He couldn’t say the same for what was outside.

While lying in the shifting shadows, he could hear the low growl of the figure next to him. Every now and then a soft amber glow radiated off his body. He could make out the silvery markings that covered the man’s body. He traced every line, arch, crest, and point they made while exhaling another plume of smoke. To him, the Ifrit lying next to him remind him of a volcano:  he was always hot, hard, and ready to explode at a moment’s notice.

A faint light began to peak through the curtains revealing a large brown man, with silver tattoos, orange hair covering most of his body while his head was shaved. He was more stocky than muscular. With each heavy growl peaked a sharp pair of fangs. With the faint light radiating from the man he could see the silver padlock chain wrapped around his neck. He was his in more ways than one.

He nibble and pulled on the Ifrit’s pointed ear, receiving a growling reaction in response. The slight toothy grin on his sleeping face suggested that he approved. With a slight grown the young man flopped out of bed and made his way down the hall. The house was silent with the other occupants slumbering or out adventuring on their own adventures. It was a good thing too. It meant no one to bother him with conversation. And it also meant that he could stroll through the house naked and half-mast. His roommates, with maybe the exception of two of them, didn’t appreciate the view. Their lost he figured.

At times, he didn’t exactly appreciate the view in the mirror himself. The person staring at him now was a naked black man with white hair and covered in archaic tattoos. His tattoos covered his neck, his shoulders, across his chest, down his arms, fingers, legs and feet. They covered his back and to the top of his ass. They were a mixture of alchemic symbols, arrays, and mixtures of languages from Arabic, Latin, and English. Not all of them were put there by choice and were a painful reminder of what people will do to gain power.  The scar across his eye, lips, his chin, and left side of his head were a reminder of what happens when you question people in power.  

He loved the naked man staring back at him, especially when running around outside in the Summer Heat when his roommates were gone on vacation. He loved bouncing around in jockstraps, cockrings, and harnesses. Hell he loved wearing leather and fucking on his bike out in the cold. But that person wasn’t getting dressed this morning.

No the guy getting dressed was forced to wear shirt and tie, bandaged the tattoos up, take out the lip and ear piercings. At least he got to keep his hair in a fade…although with the scar on his head he kind of had no choice. For some reason, there was no spell to grow back what was lost. The same could for the right eye that would never open again. Same went for the slumbering figure and the hair on top of his head, which too was gone.

That was the cost of power anyways.  

After taking a piss, a shower, and a quick shave, the young witch made his way back to his room. He made a quick inventory of his clothes and realized he was missing something. Only to realize that he was missing something to cover his crotch from the elements.  In the darkness he crawled around the floor for his favorite red jockey’s wondering if he dropped them during last night’s session.

“Marshall…” a deep voice growled. The young man looked up at a pair of glowing amber eyes staring at him. Making out from the faint glow coming off the man’s body he could see his favorite underwear in the man’s clutches. And judging by the cocky white fanged smile growing on his face, he knew what he wanted in exchange.

“I don’t have time for this,” Marshall began “, I got to head to work…” Marshall went motioned forward to grab for the jockey’s but was scooped up from the floor in one fail swoop. The Ifrit had Marshall wrapped around with one massive arm. Marshall struggled to break out of the familiar’s grasp.

He was stuck.

“As your master, I order you to release me…” Marshall said exhausted.

“Nope,”

“The fuck do you mean nope, that was an order,”

“Nope as in if you want to get out and retrieve Red Rocket, ya gotta offer me something,”

“Quit playing, I order you to- AH FUCK!,” he yelped as his multiple heated hands grasped and pulled at his cock. He struggled and squirmed around in his familiar’s arm. He started to sweat profusely with the man’s body heat radiating off of him.

“No fucking fair, you can’t use magic to-FUCK!”

The familiar tossed Red Rocket to the side and squeezed Marshall with both arms. The hands continued to take long strokes at his cock while another pair of hands fondles his balls, circle around his cockhead, and finger his piss slit. He let out a load moan as he felt an additional message his perineum. It vibrated and was heated.

The finger pushing at his cock head changed into a slick claw, working itself inside his piss slit and sounding the inside of his cock. After the sharp white pain came pleasure as it worked itself in and out, vibrating and warming up his insides.  He bit his lip and gasped.

“Now, why don’t you stay in bed…” his familiar boomed “…and just play with me instead…” The laugh shook the both of them.

He could feel his cock leak with each motion.  He continued to struggle a bit in the man’s arms panting and yelping. After a few minutes of the continuous torture, he managed to slip a hand out of the confines and pull on the padlock around the Ifrit’s neck.

“I bind thee, through these chains…” his voice began to boom and grunt “…to unquestionably submit…”  The lock began to throb in his hands before sprouting a chain like harness around the man’s torso and locking his arms in place behind his back. The hands jerking him off faded away. He sat there panting with the sensations still hitting his cock.

“So young master…what do you des-“the Ifrit was cut off by the squeezing of the chained harness. Marshall bawled up his fist as if he was pulling on something and the chains continued to squeeze tighter and tighter on the man.

Marshall pulled the front of the man’s harness and pulled him to the edge of the bed. He stood there tower over the man erect and leaking pre cum. He then pulled the man’s mouth over and released a glob of spit into his mouth. He heard the man swallow it and released a second glob in his mouth before shoving his cock down the warm throat. He gripped the back of the man’s head and rhythmically bucked back and forth. Marshall grunted with each thrust and could feel the man’s warm throat close and squeeze around him.

He didn’t want to finish there.

He pulled his cock out and stood there breathing heavily and somewhat growling. The Ifrit’s glowing amber eyes and white smiled in the darkness. Marshall spun the man around and flipped him over.  Pulled him by the hips upward.   He didn’t give time to prepare as he forced his cock inside his familiar’s ass. It was hot, pulsing, and still wet from last night. He pulled on the harness and rammed himself in and out of the man’s hole.  With one arm he put the man in a choke hold and bit down on his shoulder.

He continued to thrust and listen to the man pant and cry. The two of them became wild. Marshall continued to slam into his familiar, causing the bed the shake and crack. The now glowing familiar dug his fingers into the bed and with one motion ripped a chunk out of the mattress. A loud smack echoed the room with each crack of Marshall’s hand against the man’s ass.

“Ah fuck!,” the Ifrit cried.  He was beginning to glow brighter, Marshall had hit his spot.  Marshall with both hands flipped the man over and continued the onslaught of thrust. The Ifrit wrapped his legs around Marshall and didn’t want to let go. Marshall clawed at the man’s chest and with one last thrust released his load. His legs started to feel like jelly with each glob sputtering from his cock.

And with a slick popping sound pulled out.

The Ifrit sat there with his throbbing member now oozing a red glow. He wanted to cum. He was ready. But Marshall grabbed the padlock again.

“Let the tendrils and sensations over take this one…” he whispered “…let pain become pleasure.” The padlock began to emit an eerie yellow glow. More chains began to form around his familiar, pulling his legs part, wrapping around his cock and balls, and forming multiple tendrils with multiple bulbs forming down the chains. Marshall watched as the man’s eyes grow wide with one tendril with a drill like pushed inside his cock. The tendril jerked and expanded.

“Okay, oka-mm…you made your point you can stop…” the man sputtered. Marshall waved his hand as the tendril buried further. His familiar let out a whimper. He could see the bulbs rolling up and down inside the big man’s cock.  He waved his hand again and the tendril pushed further. The man yelped again.

“It’s not going any further,” he cried. Marshall shrugged. He drew a circle in the air with his finger and poked at the circle. He could feel an invisible force pushing back against him. The man’s cries grew louder as the tendrils continued to push further. With another forceful attempt, Marshall was able to push through the invisible force. His familiar let out one cry as the tendril finally hit his prostate. The tendril formed small sleeve around his cockhead and making a seal to capture any fluids released.

The chains around his cock and balls began to tighten and squeeze. His familiar was now making uncoherent noises. Words were now escaping him.

Marshall then waved his hand and two large silver tendrils poised themselves at the man’s ass. With his fingers he pushed forward as the bulbous tendrils forced themselves inside. They began to force and make room for themselves inside. His familiar shuddered as he tried to adjust himself to the sharp pain in his ass while being stroked from inside his cock.  Marshall then pushed up against another invisible force with his finger, prompting another yelp from the Ifrit. The man emitted a bright orange light around his body before fading back to his natural color. 

Marshall stroked the force with his fingers in a come hither motion. His familiar began to buck his hips. He took long strokes against the force. His familiar continued to buck, growl, and moan. After a few moments of letting the man seek pleasure, Marshall began to squeeze his left hand. The chains painfully squeezed the man’s balls causing him to whine.   Marshall than balled up his right fist forced it up at the invisible force.

The man screamed as the tendrils formed into a large heated fist pushing up against his prostate. The multiple sensations made the man’s eyes roll back; tears began to stream down his face, and with a growl released a load of hot cum. The tendrils sucked the liquid up and released back into his ass.  The man panted.

“Alright, that’s it I’m good,” the Ifrit said. Marshall smiled and continued the onslaught of prostate torture and sounding. The man continued to release load after load, each interval becoming larger than the last. After eight loads, the man laid there a sputtering mess as he released a final empty load. Marshall pulled his hands back and with a slurping motion the tendrils began to forcefully pull themselves out of the man. He snapped his fingers and the chains began to sink back into the padlock.

The Ifrit laid there with cum drooling from his ass. He panted and blankly stared up at the ceiling. Marshall took a glob of hot spunk and fed it back to his familiar. The Ifrit sucked on Marshall’s fingers before going in for a deep kiss. Marshall straddled the man licking spunk off the man’s face and beard.

“That should hold you for a while,” Marshall said picking up red rocket “,hey Amir can you walk…”  The Ifrit shook his head letting out a hearty laugh. They were both sweaty, sticky, and smelled like smoke. He stuffed Red Rocket into Amir’s mouth and threw him over his shoulder.

The two of them made their way back down the hallway and to the bathroom. Marshall turned on the cold water hoping to cool the two of them off. He placed the large man in the tub first before getting in..  The effort to cool them off failed as Amir’s began to heat the water.  

Letting the water run, the witch and familiar washed each other up with every now and then splashing water at each other like kids. Without warning, a spark of red flew off of Amir’s fingers and onto Marshall’s cock. The sensation caused him to get hard again, but at the same time his bladder felt full.

“Fuck man,” Marshall groaned now catching himself up against the shower wall.

“Sorry…sorry…it slipped out,” Amir said tugging at his charge’s cock. Marshall attempted to leave the shower but was pushed back against the wall. He tried to push back but his efforts went unnoticed.

“I have to piss,” Marshall groaned. Amir pushed up against the young man and kneeled between his legs.

“You can do it right here,”

“What, no fuck dude, I really really have to piss,”

“Fine…do it right here,” Amir said opening his mouth wide.  Before Marshall could argue Amir started to suck his cock and push on his bladder. Marshall closed his eye and grunted. He felt his bladder inflate and then deflate as her released powerful stream of piss down the man’s throat. Amir continued to throat the throbbing member into a load of cum was followed the release of piss.

Amir got to his feet and kissed Marshall on his mouth. The two of them stood there with the water beating down on top of them. After a few more minutes of the two embracing each other, they stepped out of the shower into the cold air waiting for them.

The two of them shivered and shook. Marshall dried his familiar off and wrapped a towel around him. The large man chuckled. Marshall slipped on his red rockets before the two of them made a beeline for the bedroom.  Behind them they could hear Marshall’s roommates waking up and stepping out into the hallway.

After finally breaking away from Amir’s games, Marshall got dressed for the rest of the day. He bandaged his tattoos, took his piercings off, put his glasses on, and looked at himself in the mirror. He let out a sigh as the unrecognizable Marshall stood before him. He put on his flat cap, threw on his jacket, and head out the door.  His only comfort was to come home to wild familiar and another night full of debauchery.

by Marx

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