Qwyn’s legs burned with every step up the stone stairs. What was it with wizards and towers anyway? You’d think the headmaster of The Academy of the Arcane would want to have his quarters on the ground floor where teachers and students can reach him easily, but no. No, Headmaster Alvada had to have his chambers at the top of the tallest tower of the sprawling academy. Still, Qwyn supposed that if he could teleport everywhere like the headmaster, he wouldn’t care much about stairs either.
Qwyn supposed he shouldn’t complain, after all how many students get offered personal lessons from the headmaster himself? He hoped they would get around to teleportation soon though. Qwyn spent all of free time bent over books and wasn’t the most fit student. Plus, he was naturally short. Most people thought he was younger than he was. He was a senior at the academy but everyone that didn’t know him assumed he was a freshman.
Qwyn was a good student even if he had trouble with control. He had the tendency to make spells flare if he didn’t keep focused. It was why the headmaster had offered to help tutor him privately. Qwyn had been told by every teacher that he had a lot of power but lacked control and finesse. Luckily Headmaster Alvada was teaching him… Wait… What had the headmaster been teaching him? He’d been going to private lessons every week for about a month now but now that he thought about it, Qwyn couldn’t remember what had happened at the lessons.
Qwyn stopped on the stairs for a moment as he tried to focus his thought but he couldn’t. He remembered walking up the stairs and knocking on the headmaster’s door and then… Oh well it wasn’t important even if a little voice in the back of his mind seemed concerned.
After what seemed like an eternity, Qwyn finally reached the landing at the top of the spiral stone staircase. A pair of large ornate wooden double doors sat at the top. Even from several feet away Qwyn could feel the powerful wards protecting them. Qwyn reached up and knocked lightly.
Qwyn was short for a human with an average, nonathletic build. he had a mop of mousy brown hair on his head and light freckles on his cheeks. He had blue eyes that matched the color of his academy robes. His robes tended to drag on the ground as he walked, they said they were the smallest they had for male students and Qwyn wasn’t about to wear girl’s robes even if they were pretty much the same. Everyone at the arcane college might be adults but they would still snicker and mock like children.
“Enter.” A voice called from the other side of the doors and Qwyn opened them and walked inside. He passed through the magical wards without any trouble. Just the headmaster’s word had allowed him to pass them unharmed. To a master wizard a single word could level a city or more.
Headmaster Alvada was a human man well past his middle years with a bald head and short white beard. He wore blue and golden robes of much finer and intricate make than the standard robes of the students. Despite his age, he had a clear energy and charisma to him that made him seem younger.
“Ah, young master Qwyn. Right on time as always.” Headmaster Alvada said.
The headmaster’s chambers were primarily taken up by the large spacious study that had book filled shelves along every wall. Large rugs were placed throughout to cover the stone floor. One side of the room held a series of comfy looking leather chairs and a couch next to magical hearth that made no smoke and needed no chimney. The other side of the room held a massive wooden desk that all manner of tome and scroll scattered on top of it. In the back of the room was a small dining table and on each side of that, two doors assumingly leading to sleeping quarters and a washroom.
“Now, let’s get back to where we left off shall we.” Headmaster Alvada said as he rose from behind his desk and approached the young student.
“Funny you mention that, Sir. I can’t seem to remember what we were working on last week.” Qwyn said with some embarrassment.
“Well then, allow me to *Remind* you.” Alvada said, putting magical might into the word. Most wizards had to use specific ancient words and hand signals to cast specific spells but for one as masterful as him, bending those rules was easy.
Qwyn’s eyes unfocused and his arms fell limply to his sides. He stood perfectly still and his mind went blank.
“Do you remember you lessons now, Qwyn?” Alvada asked with a cruel smile spreading across his lips.
“Yes, headmaster.” Qwyn said in a now dazed voice, almost monotone, as he undid the buttons on the front of his robes. His robes fell to the ground in a heap.
Part of the uniform of the academy was a pair of trousers, a shirt, and a vest underneath the large robes but Qwyn wore none of those. The young mage stood completely naked in front of his headmaster.
The young mage sunk to his hands and knees on the thick rug and slowly crawled towards his instructor while looking up at his headmaster’s eyes with his unfocused ones. Without a word he reached up and started to fumble with Alvada’s belt, untying his fanciful robe and leting the cloth fall to the sides. Qwyn reached up and pulled down on the hem of his teacher’s trousers until the old man’s half erect shaft sprang free and smacked him in the face. Alvada laughed but Qwyn’s face was emotionless.
The powerful magic that scrambled Qwyn’s mind and made him obey without question or complaint made him open his mouth wide and stick his tongue out as he stared up at his master’s eyes.
Headmaster Alvada large shaft went from half erect to rigid as iron as he stared down at his young student offering his mouth to him. Every year Alvada picked one or two students to have his fun with. His skill with enchanting one’s mind was masterful and he could make it more subtle, make it so they acted completely normal and thought pleasing him was completely conventional but that was no fun. He loved knowing that the student was made to be his little private pet and then would go back to class none the wiser.
Grabbing his thick shaft in his hand he smacked it against Qwyn’s outstretched tongue a few times before slowly sliding it into his hot mouth. Alvada moaned as Qwyn’s hot wet mouth enveloped his thick cock, pulling more and more of the hard meat inside.
Alvada’s hands entwined in Qwyn’s hair but he didn’t need to pull the mage’s head. Qwyn pushed further and further, taking more of the long dick into his mouth until it pushed against the barrier of his throat. Qwyn relaxed and swallowed, trying to consume the meat. Qwyn’s throat bulged as Alvada’s thick tip forced it open.
The headmaster felt his drooping, hairy balls touch Qwyn’s chin and he moaned again, enjoying the feeling of being balls deep in his student’s throat. He reached behind Qwyn, running his hands down the mage’s back until he got to his chubby ass cheeks. He pulled them apart and caught sight of the student’s tight asshole on full display.
“I knew the day I saw you that you’d make for a better slut than mage. Even covered in those robes, I knew you had an ass that was just begging for it!” he said as he launched a painful smack on Qwyn’s ass.
The headmaster, thrust his hips forward, getting a loud gag from Qwyn in response and started thrusting into the young man’s throat with short brutal thrusts and the lavish study filled with the sound of chokes and gags as Qwyn gagged on his teacher’s cock.
“Ah, screw it!” Headmaster Alvada cried as he pulled back and his slimy, drool covered shaft came free of Qwyn’s mouth, strings of spit still connecting it to his lips. Qwyn panted like a beast, sucking in breath, still on his hands and knees.
Alvada walked around him and grabbed one of the young mage’s thick ass cheeks, pulling it to the side and positioning his tip against Qwyn’s tight asshole.
“Look at this fat ass. It was made to be fucked, made to be spread wide and fucked hard. Don’t you agree Qwyn?” The headmaster asked.
“Yes, sir.” Qwyn responded he turned his head to look back at the headmaster and grabbed his other fat cheek to spread his ass even more. “My ass was made to be fucked, sir!” He said, eyes still unfocused.
Needing no further invitation, Alvada gripped the base of his large cock and thrust forward, slowly sinking inch after inch inside of his mind controlled student.
Once Alvada had about half his impressive length in the tight, hot hole he slapped Qwyn’s chubby ass hard. “Get to it boy!” He cried and Qwyn immediately thrust his hips back, letting out a loud groan as his body wracked back on his hands and knees.
Headmaster Alvada Grunted every time Qwyn shoved his ass back, burying his headmaster’s cock to the hilt in his tight slutty ass. His cheeks slapped against the headmaster’s hips and Qwyn groaned with every thrust. The noises that escaped his mouth quickly turned from groans of discomfort to high pitched moans of pleasure.
Qwyn’s freckled face blushed red as he started slamming back onto his teacher’s cock faster and faster. Qwyn’s much smaller cock was hard and flung around with every backward thrust.
Headmaster Alvada suddenly tensed and grabbed Qwyn’s hips, locking them against his hips. Qwyn tried to keep humping a couple more times until he felt his master’s thick cum flood his bowels. Alvada’s body tensed and he shot rope after rope of thick cum deep inside Qwyn’s slutty ass. Qwyn bit his lip and moaned as he was being filled, flexing his hole to try and drain every drop from his master’s heavy balls.
The headmaster panted, exhausted and slowly pulled out of his student’s hungry ass with a loud slurp. Still panting he laid a halfhearted smack on Qwyn’s ass cheek and stood. “Good. Good boy. I’m done with you for tonight.” He said and walked over to one of the large leather chairs, collapsing into it.
“Yes sir.” Qwyn said as he stood and picked up his robe. He threw the cloth over his body and buttoned it up as he left the chamber. The compulsion was still strong in his mind as he walked down the plethora of stairs towards the baths to clean himself. Afterwards he would make his way back to his chambers and pass out, waking in the morning without a hint of a memory of what happened. Just like the other times.
Any time he tried to remember what had happened in his headmaster’s chambers, the compulsion would change his thoughts. The same thing that would happen if he wondered why every morning after his private tutoring his throat and butt were remarkably aching.
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