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Not much changes, now that Aldo is officially the Ranger's. His lad, his pet, his pretty little thing.
Aldo still sleeps in his nest of pillows and blankets by the fire. The Ranger says his bed isn't big enough to share, and Aldo tells himself he prefers the floor anyway.
Sometimes, if he's been very good, the Ranger will let him curl up at the foot of the bed. That makes Aldo happy.
The Ranger still gives his lessons--reading, writing, arithmetic, flora and fauna, chemistry, all of it. Aldo is progressing very quickly, which makes him proud. Aldo does his chores all the same.
The few changes, however, are notable.
Aldo drinks the Ranger's piss now, first thing in the morning.
He wakes before the sun, stokes the fire, cleans his teeth, and crawls beneath the Ranger's sheets. He takes the Ranger's cock in his mouth--gentle, no sucking--and waits. Aldo always knows when the Ranger wakes up, because he'll give a grunt, a long sigh, and then releases into Aldo's mouth. Aldo swallows it all obediently. He hasn't quite been able to muster up the ecstasy he felt that first time--there were extenuating circumstances, he figures, being sleep deprived and terrified and half crazed with the need to piss--but he likes the routine. He's come to like the taste a little bit, salty and bitter and filling his mouth, coursing down his throat. He likes when the Ranger has Aldo open his mouth wide and stick out his tongue to show that he obediently drank up every drop of his morning treat, the smile the Ranger gives him as he slaps his cock against Aldo's tongue to shake out the last of the piss. He likes the waiting, nestling under the sheets and blankets in the dark and the warm, lying between the Ranger's legs with his head resting on one thigh.
Sometimes he has to wait a while, though, which is hard, because Aldo isn't allowed to relieve himself until after he has his "morning hydration", as the Ranger put it. It's to help him gain control over the muscles in his bladder, get him used to holding it.
Aldo and the Ranger go back to the cave six more times to fill Aldo up with new slime babies. Every day, for a week. Aldo gets used to the diaper, used to the smell and the feel and used to begging the Ranger to be changed. The Ranger will take him on his knee and bounce him, sometimes, in the diaper, shaking and jolting out wee with every bounce.
After a week, the Ranger says that enough is enough and they stop visiting. Aldo goes back to wearing clothes, and has to get used to holding it in again. The Ranger wants to keep him in practice, though, just in case, so once a week they go out to the shed and lay down a tarp and the Ranger inserts a one way tube into Aldo's bladder and slowly fills him up with warm water. He goes until Aldo is writhing and crying from the cramping, until that same round hard balloon bulges out of Aldo's belly. The Ranger is slowly increasing the amount of water. Aldo can hold so much more than he used to, now, is amazed at just how far his bladder can stretch. The Ranger says that he's very pleased with Aldo's progress.
Other than the weekly visits to the shed, the Ranger also keeps Aldo in practice by working on what the Ranger calls his pelvic floor. He inserts a stone egg into Aldo's hole and has him do exercises, squeezing and squatting and all manner of things. Aldo has to do it naked, and over the tarp, because his bitch hole gets so wet he drips.
That's another change. The Ranger has taught Aldo new words.
He doesn't call his cock a cock anymore, or a dick. The Ranger says it's too small for such rough words. It's his willy, or his clitty. He's not allowed to touch it without permission, anymore, except for weeing or bathing. If he wants to touch his willy, he has to go to the Ranger and beg for it. Sometimes, the Ranger has him wiggle his clitty to show how bad he wants it, or make Aldo spank his own balls for the privilege. When Aldo begs very nicely, and jumps up and down so the Ranger can see his willy waggle, and slaps his balls hard enough, the Ranger will let him hump a pillow, or the floor. Sometimes, if he's very good, Aldo is permitted to hump the Ranger's leg.
Aldo's asshole isn't just his hole anymore, either. It's his bitch hole; his bum-bum; his boycunt; his rump; his dripping wet, nasty, whorish, gaping hole. The Ranger encourages Aldo to come up with his own names for it. Aldo has to beg to touch that, too, although he knows that the Ranger is always going to say yes, because if he doesn't Aldo's tossing and turning keeps him awake.
The Ranger whittles Aldo all sorts of new toys: big ones, curved ones, ones that reach so far into Aldo's slut cunt that it makes him feel like he's gonna die. The Ranger likes to go with the classics, though, too. The bottles in the workshop get plenty of use, that's for certain. Once the vegetables start coming in, they get included, too. One evening the Ranger makes Aldo take a bunch of vegetables in a row: a huge, bumpy cucumber; a bunch of carrots, the ticklish tops hanging out of Aldo's hole and brushing against his ass and legs; cherry tomato after cherry tomato, popped up inside and then pushed out like a hen laying eggs; for the finale, an entire eggplant swallowed all the way up by Aldo's hungry bum. The Ranger had to stick his hand in and fish that one out. Then, he'd had Aldo make himself a very special salad for dinner, watched as Aldo cleaned his plate.
They celebrate Aldo's 19th birthday by drinking together, Aldo for the first time. The Ranger sedately sips on a couple of beers. Aldo keeps his bum high up in the air, an entire bottle's worth of wine tipped into his slutty rump. Aldo can feel it pooling there, and the Ranger has Aldo hook his fingers in his whore hole and pull it wide so the Ranger can look in and see. Aldo doesn't get up off of the floor until he's stumbling with it, head swimming and wine still leaking down the inside of his thighs. He's late to drink the Ranger's piss the next morning, but the Ranger waves it off, comes over to Aldo's nest and kneels over his head and feeds him his morning drink that way. Aldo's stomach roils more that it usually does, but the Ranger strokes his throat and encourages him to keep it down. He needs his hydration, after all. Isn't his head hurting?
So, mostly, things are the same. Just a few differences.
They're still banking off the proceeds of the worm and it's mucus. They sell a bunch, wholesale, to the Mage that the Ranger had mentioned before, but otherwise go in once a month to the market and sell the tiny bottles of shimmering liquid to the richest folk in town. Whenever they ask how the Ranger got his hands on so very much, the Ranger will clasp a hand around the back of Aldo's neck and say, I couldn't have done it without my little lad, here. That makes Aldo blush.
The Ranger gives Aldo his ten percent, but Aldo hasn't used it yet. He's saving it up for something, maybe something for the cottage or a gift for the Ranger. He'll know it when he sees it.
One morning, while Aldo is happily frying eggs for breakfast, the Ranger calls his name. Aldo turns, and smiles brightly.
"Yes, sir?" Aldo asks.
The Ranger looks at him a bit queerly, deep into Aldo's eyes, like he's searching for something.
"Do you trust me, lad?" he asks.
"Of course," Aldo replies, tilting his head in confusion.
"You said, before, that you love anything I do to you."
Aldo bites his lips and nods. It's true. Maybe he doesn't always know that he loves it before it's happening, or even during, sometimes, but afterwards, when the Ranger holds him in his arms and rocks him back and forth, hums a little song and kisses Aldo on the forehead--then Aldo's sure he loved it, whatever it was that the Ranger did to him, or made Aldo do.
"And you're mine?" the Ranger asks.
"Always, sir," Aldo answers, honestly. "Body and soul."
The Ranger takes Aldo's face in his hand and gazes into his eyes. Aldo doesn't know what he's looking for, but he tries to show the Ranger everything he feels--how much Aldo trusts him, respects him, adores him. How happy Aldo is anytime the Ranger even looks his way. How much Aldo loves the new changes to their routine, changes that let him get closer to the Ranger.
He thinks he must succeed, because the Ranger dips his head and presses his lips to Aldo's. It's firm, but soft, close mouthed. The Ranger doesn't move his lips or open his mouth the way Aldo has seen some people do--just holds that pose, still and quiet as the eggs sizzle away and Aldo drops the spatula on the ground in shock. Their lips make a small shlick noise as they part again.
"We're going into town tomorrow," the Ranger murmurs, resting his head against Aldo's and staring into his eyes. "Remember all that, if you get frightened. You trust me. You love me. I own you."
"I'll remember," Aldo whispers.
"Wear your nicest clothes. And flip those eggs, they're going to burn."
Aldo squawks and races around the kitchen to find a new spatula before the eggs burn, the one he dropped collecting dirt on the floor. The ranger laughs and goes to sit down, waiting to be served.
In a quiet moment, after Aldo has found another spatula and plated up the eggs, but before he brings them to the table, Aldo presses disbelieving fingers against his own lips.
He'd just had his first kiss.
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Aldo wears his very best clothes the next day, his good leathers, and his short sword on his hip. The Ranger dresses up, too, a handsome leather tunic that makes his shoulders look big and strong, bow and arrows strung across his back. The Ranger even enchants two wild horses to take them to the city gates, instead of walking, so they don't get too dusty.
Once in the city, they head straight to the tower that Aldo had always admired whenever he'd come here before, a twisting impossible spire. Aldo knows it's the Mage's tower, has to keep from gasping as they're allowed into the Mage's meeting room. Everything is marvelous, and Aldo stops stock still for the second, just to take in all the whizzing gizmos and whirling spells. The Ranger has to clear his throat and prod Aldo in the shoulder before Aldo jolts back to reality.
The Ranger had briefed Aldo on what to do; he bows to the Mage, a phoenix eyed, mustachioed man with a smile that knows a lot more than you do, then goes and kneels in the corner. The Mage's apprentice is already kneeling there, having risen and bowed to the Ranger the second he walked through the door. Aldo settles on his knees, arranging his sword at his side. They're a bit too far away to hear what the Mage and the Ranger are saying as they sit down to tea together--or maybe the Mage has a spell that keeps Aldo from listening in.
Aldo takes a peek out of the corner of his eye at the boy kneeling primly next to him.
Aldo hasn't ever really cared how he looks, as long as his hair and skin are healthy and well cared for, but he feels awfully plain sitting next to the Mage's apprentice. The boy next to him is around his age, but he's pretty like a porcelain doll, all long lashes and full lips. He has earrings lining each ear, gold and sparkling, and his clothes are beautifully made, of very expensive material. His chestnut hair falls artfully floppy across his forehead. Next to him, Aldo probably looks like a cave man, dusty and sweaty from the road despite his best efforts.
Aldo isn't used to kneeling for this long--his teacher very rarely hosts or visits other masters, so there isn't the need for such formalities--but the Mage's apprentice is obviously used to it. Aldo stares at the boy's hands, lithe and soft where they rest on his pretty knees. Everything about him is pretty. Aldo hasn't really talked to anyone except the Ranger and a handful of visitors in almost a year. He's sort of forgotten how to conduct himself in public.
Aldo shifts a bit, flinches and bites his lip. His legs are falling asleep beneath him, and it hurts. The other boy looks at him in his periphery vision, concerned, and Aldo does everything he can to seem cool and unaffected. He's not sure how well he succeeds.
Shift your weight onto your heels. The voice is sweet and melodic in Aldo's ears, but nobody is speaking. The Mage's apprentice is staring forward, but it has to be him, doesn't it? Aldo gradually shifts his weight backwards, and the Mage's apprentice gives a small nod.
That lasts Aldo approximately thirty more seconds before his legs attempt to seize up.
It still hurts? Just think in my direction, and I'll be able to hear you.
Aldo swallows and gives it a go. Yes.
A pillow, on the edge of the pile that the Mage is leaning against, slowly begins to move. Inch by inch, it wiggles itself out of the pile without disturbing the ones around it, before gracefully floating over to land before Aldo's knees. Aldo steals a look. If either teacher notices, they don't let on.
That was amazing, Aldo thinks, as he carefully shifts the pillow beneath his knees.
He gets back not a sentence, but a feeling--gentle amusement, slight gratitude and flattery, a hint of chagrin.
It's just a simple telekenesis spell. I could do it when I was eight. I'm sorry that I can't do anything for your pain; that's your neck of the woods, I'm afraid.
It's okay. Aldo thinks about the various things that the Ranger has done to him, or had Aldo do to himself. Pain, I can handle.
The boy tucks a piece of hair behind his ears, looking at Aldo through his eyelashes. Are his eyelashes sparkly? The boy pushes some admiration towards him, a bit of gentle amusement, and something else that Aldo can't quite get a handle on before it fades.
Aren't you so tough? the boy says. It's one of those jokes-that-isn't, like the boy is teasing Aldo but also... maybe checking out Aldo's biceps.
Aldo pushes his shoulders back, puffs out his chest a little.
I'm Limony, the boy volunteers.
Lemon-y?
Aldo can see the boy roll his eyes, even in his peripheral vision. Everyone's a comedian these days. You can call me Lim.
I'm Aldo. You can't call me Al.
Lim laughs in Aldo's mind.
Aldo's never made anyone that pretty laugh before.
"The apprentice-apprentice bonding is very sweet and all, but if we might all adjourn into the work room?" the Mage drawls.
Aldo jolts in surprise. He was too wrapped up in his conversation with Lim to notice that both of their teachers had risen and were waiting on them. He stumbles up to his feet, shaking out his legs as subtly as he can. Lim is too well taught, trained, or bred (or all three) to do something so clumsy. He smoothly rises to his feet and gives a small but graceful bow.
"Of course. I apologize that I delayed our business by making a guest feel comfortable."
"You brat," the Mage says, sounding amused. "Keep talking and you'll see how many eggs we do next round."
Lim pales slightly, and bows again. Whatever threat the eggs mean, they're enough to keep him in line.
The Mage leads the way through a secret door (a secret door!!!!) into a stark and sterile looking work room. He walks over to what looks like a bed, if it was divided in half width ways and one side propped up. The Mage touches the side of the table, and two stirrup looking things fold out the end.
"Alright, my dear," the Mage says, cheerfully. "Strip and hop on!"
Aldo's eyes dart between all the other people in the room before he stupidly points a finger to himself. "Me?"
"Yes, you, silly! You're the one who's getting the procedure. Your Ranger paid an arm and a leg to have this done, I'll let you know. He bartered me down from a torso, so to speak."
Procedure? Aldo clutches at the hem of his leathers, looking, panicked, at the Ranger.
"It's alright, lad," the Ranger says, in the gentle voice he uses when Aldo is shying like a nervous horse. "Take off your clothes and lie down on the table."
"Oh, you're both so macho, with your leathers and weapons and butch little nicknames." The Mage thwaps open a fan and flutters it in front of his face as he giggles, black eyes squinting in amusement.
Aldo feels his lips trembling. He's scared. The Mage seems mean, in that fake-nice way that confuses and upsets him. He doesn't want to strip and hop on for whatever procedure this man will do to him.
And he doesn't want to take his clothes off in front of Lim. Lim, who is standing next to his teacher, by the bed, eyes cast downward.
The Ranger steps forward, raises a hand. Aldo flinches, afraid he's going to be slapped for disobeying, even though the Ranger had only done that the one time, when Aldo had been really naughty. The Ranger waits out the flinch, pausing for just a brief second, before resting his hand on the top of Aldo's head and looking in his eyes.
"You trust me. You love me. I own you."
The Ranger says it quietly enough that the Mage and Lim shouldn't be able to hear--but by the way the Mage laughs and says something to Lim behind his fan, Aldo guesses that they somehow did. Lim doesn't laugh along, at least, just nods tightly, still staring at the ground.
"Don't look at them." Aldo finds himself drawn into the Ranger's body, face tucked up against his neck. "Listen to me: You trust me. You love me. I own you."
"I trust you. I love you. You own me," Aldo repeats into the safety of the Ranger's shoulder and his pine-and-smoke smell.
"Take off your clothes and get on the table. Don't make me ask again."
Aldo nods tightly. He steps back and unbuckles his sword belt.
"I can take that." Lim appears next to Aldo immediately, far faster than it would take to walk the distance between the two of them. It's like Lim had been there and then arrives here without all the steps in between.
"Thank you," Aldo mumbles, through numb lips. He hands his sword over to Lim, and Lim is here, and then suddenly he's there, over by a clothing rack that Aldo hadn't noticed, and then here again, standing in front of Aldo with his hands outstretched to take the next item.
They continue that way for all of Aldo's clothes, the here-and-there-and-here-again spell, as Aldo slowly strips down to his drawers. He hesitates with his hands on the waistband of his underwear, but doesn't even need a look from the Ranger before he pushes them down and steps out of them in a rush. Lim bends over and picks them up like it's nothing, is here before he's there, folding Aldo's underwear neatly and placing it on the shelf of the rack, before being back there again, next to his teacher by the bed.
Lim keeps his eyes solidly above Aldo's shoulders.
The Mage pats the seat. Aldo walks across the cold tile floor and climbs up.
"Just go ahead and lie back, my dear," the Mage says, sitting on a nearby rolling stool and settling himself at the end of the table.
Aldo lays back, staring at the ceiling. Where is the light coming from? He doesn't see any torches. It's so bright and white. Must be magic.
"Put your feet in the stirrups and scooch your cute little bum to the end of the table. More. More. My god, sweets, does the phrase 'end of the table' not compute for you, or something?"
Aldo bites his lip. The stirrups spread his legs wide, and the closer he puts his bum to the end of the table, the more he bares. Everyone will be able to see everything--his cock, his balls, his loose hole that is, even now, slightly wet.
I won't look, Lim says in his mind. I promise.
Aldo takes a shaky breath and scoots all the way to the end of the table.
"Now, darling Lim, it's very important that you look right here," the Mage says, tapping Aldo's taint, and Aldo closes his eyes in misery.
Sorry, Lim murmurs, and looks.
"The glyph is complicated, so watch closely. I want you to recreate it on paper tonight for your homework."
"Yes, Master."
Aldo can feel the Ranger's presence at his side. He doesn't hold Aldo's hand, or even touch him--he just stands there, solid and steady. Aldo inhales deeply to calm himself down, and to see if he can get any of the Ranger's pine and smoke into his nostrils.
The Mage dips a calligraphy brush in a platter of black ink and brings it up, the other hand holding back his voluminous sleeve. "Hold your testicles up for me, my dear, would you?"
Aldo reaches down and lifts his balls so that the Mage can access his entire taint. One tear leaks out of his eye as he blinks, and runs down his temple.
The brush touches his skin, and for some reason, Aldo expects it to hurt. It doesn't. If anything, it tickles. It's soft and wet and a little cold. He tries to track the markings that the Mage made, but completely loses track thirty seconds in. The Mage painted--wrote? Glyphed?--for a while. At this point Aldo's entire taint had to be completely covered in ink. There was no way anything could be discernible. Aldo's eyes flickered behind his lids as he tried to track the marks anyway.
Eventually, the Mage leaned back and blew on the ink gently. He thwaped his fan and waved it, wafting air towards Aldo's genitals. The breeze tickled, and Aldo squirmed, couldn't help but laugh.
"That's what I like to see," the Mage said, his voice warm. It still held that hint of cruelty, but almost all of it was covered by delight. "A giggling boy with his bum at the edge of the table, who sat so nicely for his procedure."
The Mage tapped Aldo on the thigh with the closed fan, and Aldo unthinkingly widened his legs, tilting his pelvis up slightly for better access and regripping his balls to pull them up further.
"Such an obedient little love," the Mage cooed. "I'm all done there, you sweet thing, but thank you for being so very helpful."
"The chest, now?" the Ranger asked.
"I could just eat him right up," the Mage said, instead of answering, bracing his chin on his hand and smiling a cat's smile at Aldo's teacher.
"The chest, now." The Ranger answered his own question.
"Yes, yes. All work and no play makes you a very dull boy."
The Mage bustled around for a while with his fan and brush and ink and sleeves while Aldo bit at dry skin on his bottom lip. Was he allowed to let go of his balls, now? It seemed like they were finished, but no one had directly told him to. No one had told him not to, either, but Aldo knew how far an excuse like that would get him with the Ranger. He decided to keep holding onto them, just in case. They were a comforting weight in his hand.
Aldo felt a bit dizzy and woozy, like everything was happening too fast or that he was experiencing it too slow. It usually happened with the Ranger, during the new parts of their routine that they'd added since the slime. He felt it when the Ranger grabbed his skull hard in both hands as he shoved Aldo down onto his cock to piss down his throat, or when the Ranger had been making Aldo bounce on their biggest wooden cock until his legs gave out. It usually felt like being grabbed by the back of the neck and slammed into the ground face first, when it was with the Ranger, sudden and overwhelming and obvious.
Was it possible that the Mage had made him feel like this with nothing more than a tickling brush and semi-sweet words? It had snuck up on him, this feeling. He couldn't figure out when he had gone from terrified and miserable to obedient and accepting. It was like a frog being slowly boiled in water. He didn't like it. It felt sneaky.
The Mage scooched his stool over to the side. He touched the bed, again, and the top half slowly lowered down until Aldo was flat on his back. Aldo's head lolled over to look at the Mage, and Lim standing behind him. Everything felt wibbly, or perhaps wobbly.
The Mage reached out and pried one eye further open, leaning in close. Aldo grunted in displeasure, but didn't try to move his head away.
"So blown out. He goes down at the drop of a hat, hmm?" the Mage asked. The question clearly wasn't directed at Aldo, so Aldo didn't do anything except blink extra hard a few times when the Mage released his eye.
"He's easy," the Ranger said, with pride in his voice. He was standing at the foot of the bed, between Aldo's legs, hands resting on Aldo's wide open knees.
We'll do your chest, and then we're all done. You're doing great, Lim murmured in Aldo's mind. Or maybe it was out loud, he didn't know.
Aldo jumped slightly as the Mage plucked at his nipple like a bowstring. He could feel his bitchcunt drip onto the table. Was that okay? No one had said it wasn't, and no one was telling him off. He didn't want to ask because... because he didn't want Lim to know about his sopping, gaping, slutty asshole, his dripping rump that was so hungry and needy. He knew it was weird, though he had gotten used to it to a certain extent, when it was just him and the Ranger. But here, now, as the Mage cooed and giggled over him, making him gasp and jump in time with the plucking and twisting and flicking of his nipples, he wanted to hide it. The Ranger was standing between his legs, and that would block the view, wouldn't it? Maybe Aldo should put a hand over it to cover it.
He reached down, past his balls and ink covered taint and towards his bum-bum, but the Ranger grasped his wrist and forced his hand back up.
"Not right now, lad. Not without my permission."
Aldo whined and re-gripped his balls. He wanted to explain that he wasn't trying to put his fingers in; he just wanted to cover it up so Lim couldn't see!
Although, Lim had been staring directly at his taint for a long while before this, which was right above his drippy slut hole. So, maybe that cat was out of the bag.
"Alright, enough playing around," the Mage said, and slapped Aldo straight across the nipple with the hard wood edge of his fan, frowning as though it had been Aldo who was clowning about.
Aldo's head spun. Was he in trouble, now? He'd thought he was being good.
The Ranger squeezed both of his knees in his big hands.
Everything was fine, then.
Aldo wanted to be able to watch as the Mage touched the calligraphy pen to the tip of Aldo's nipple and began to write, but craning his head up with no support hurt his neck. When he tried to follow the glyphs the Mage was drawing, his head got even swimmier than it had before.
He dropped his head back, dizzy, and just let it loll as the Mage finished one side and rolled around to the other. Time moved fast again and before Aldo knew it he was being pat on the head and slapped in the face and told he was all done and that he'd been a very good little lovey, a big brave boy, and that I could just eat you right up, yum yum.
There was a part of Aldo that wasn't sure if the Mage was joking.
The Ranger helped Aldo remove his feet from the stirrups and pulled him up by his arms.
The Mage was talking, still.
"--and don't, I mean it, don't let him touch it. It's going to itch horribly, and he's going to cry and beg, and if he touches it even once it's not going to work. I don't care what you have to do--tie him up, give him mittens, whatever--but don't let him touch it."
"Alright."
"He might get a bit of a fever, and there will be some abdominal cramping at night. You can treat that however you like. Bring him back in three days and we'll check in on the progress."
Aldo fumbled at the Ranger's belt. He wanted to have a drink, wanted to taste something familiar, something that made him feel warm and safe in this cold, bright room.
"Would you mind leaving us for just a moment?" the Ranger said, grasping Aldo's hands in his. Aldo whined and butted the Ranger's shoulder with his forehead.
"Wannit," he whined.
"Of course," said the Mage, already laughing. "Come along, dearest. Let's leave these two to their business, hmm?"
Bye, Aldo. See you in a few days. You did a good job.
Aldo peeked over the Ranger's shoulder, and Lim smiled at him. Aldo smiled back and gave a floppy sort of wave. Lim and his teacher left, and closed the door behind them.
"On your knees, lad," the Ranger said, his voice husky and gruff the way it only was when he was very pleased.
Aldo slid off the table and down onto his knees, opening his mouth. The Ranger cradled Aldo's head in his hands and tilted Aldo up to look at him.
"You did a good job, today. Keep being good and you'll get a treat, alright?"
Aldo nodded distractedly and stuck his tongue out further to try to lick against the ties of the Ranger's pants.
"Boys your age have only one thing on their mind, hmm?" the Ranger said to himself, as he undid his laces with one hand.
He fed his cock into Aldo's mouth. They sighed in unison as the first spurts of piss filled Aldo's mouth. It was comforting for the both of them, Aldo thought, as the Ranger scratched his fingernails lightly against Aldo's scalp, making him shiver. With each swallow, Aldo grew more and more relaxed, until the Ranger's grip on his skull was practically the only thing keeping him upright.
"Oh my God, Jesse!" the Mage shrieked from the other room. "You make him drink your piss for breakfast?!"
Aldo choked, the Ranger's piss spilling out of his mouth and down his chin as he coughed.
"Fu Huan!" the Ranger roared at the closed door. "Shut up!"
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The Mage magically transported them home, as an apology for surprising Aldo by reading the Ranger's mind and making Jesse's little pet cough up piss all over my floor. At least Lim hadn't come back in to see it, Aldo thought dully, as he went from there, in the Mage's workshop, to here, at the foot of the stairs leading up to the front porch of their cabin.
"Why don't you take a rest?" the Ranger suggested, as Aldo trudged up the stairs.
Aldo nodded blearily, rubbing at one puffy eye. The sudden switch from content relaxation to base humiliation had stunned him so badly he'd just started to cry, hacking up mucus and saliva and urine as the Ranger had shouted at the Mage in his big booming voice. The Mage had started off sounding amused but quickly grew aggrieved after the Ranger threatened to cut off his supply to the worm's mucus. Then they were both shouting as Aldo sobbed on all fours, slowly crawling to where he thought his clothes might be. He was too ashamed to actually look up, just in case he made eye contact with anybody.
Eventually, the Ranger stormed over and slung an arm under Aldo's belly, lifting him up like Aldo was a prize pig. He'd been crawling in the opposite direction of the clothes rack. Oops.
"Put his clothes back on him and send us home," the Ranger had snapped. "Now."
"This is so like you," the Mage had sneered. "Off to protect your little helpless creatures, hmm? Your sorry charity cases? What'd that whelp have to do to get you to be so protective of him, hmm? Oh, right, I know: drink your piss."
"I will give you incurable chlamydia," the Ranger growled through gritted teeth, rearranging Aldo so that he was tucked against his chest, his face hidden in the Ranger's pine-and-smoke leathers.
"I don't care," the Mage had said primly. "I don't fuck. I'll see you in three days."
"Three days."
The Mage snapped, and suddenly all of Aldo's clothes were back on his body, even his socks and his sword belt. Another snap, and there was replaced by here.
"Lad," the Ranger said, sounding, for the first time, awkward.
Aldo stopped walking and turned around to look dully at the Ranger. The Ranger sighed and joined Aldo on the porch. He held Aldo by the back of the neck and looked into his eyes.
"What we do isn't wrong. It isn't ugly, or immoral. No one should ever make you feel bad for being good for me. And if they do, fuck 'em. They don't know us. They don't know how good you look on your knees for me, or on your belly with your bum in the air. They don't know how well you take what I throw at you, how you take it all and ask me so sweet for more. They don't know that, and they never well. Fuck 'em."
"Fuck 'em," Aldo echoed.
"Tell me one more time, hmm?" the Ranger asked, squeezing the back of Aldo's neck in his big hand.
"I love you. I trust you. You own me." Aldo felt his own shaky heart settle as he repeated the words.
"Good boy. Go take a nap. I'm going to tie your hands to the fireplace grate so you don't scratch the marks."
"Okay," Aldo said, easily, and headed into the house with a light tap to his bum.
--
The next days were rough. The Mage hadn't been wrong. Aldo itched.
His taint itched. His nipples itched. It was all he could think about, all he could comprehend. It itched, itched, itched, and every second he had was spent trying to figure out how to scratch.
Which mean that every second the Ranger had was spent trying to stop him from scratching.
Keeping Aldo's hands tied to the fireplace grate worked for a while, until Aldo realized that if he turned just so, he could scratch his right nipple against one of his pillows. So all of his pillows got taken away.
The Ranger only tried untying him once to use the privy before he'd had to wrestle Aldo down to the ground and tie him back up again as Aldo bucked and begged to be allowed to scratch. After that, Aldo was back to wearing his diapers, though he was changed every time he messed them because the wee wasn't good for the glyphs.
The Ranger took pity on him once a day and undid his diaper so that he could fingerfuck Aldo's whore hole. It was so close to what Aldo needed, so close to where he had to scratch, that it only made him sob harder, even as he came. Then the Ranger would spread his knees and clean him up, get up close and examine Aldo's taint carefully.
"It's coming along," he would murmur, and close Aldo's diaper back up again.
The nights were the worst. It were when the cramping hit. It was the only time that Aldo couldn't focus on the itching--the pain was too bad. The first night the cramps had built so high that Aldo had lost control of his bladder and pissed himself by accident, screaming into the piece of rope the Ranger had stuck between his teeth as a bit.
"I know, lad, I know, I know," the Ranger had said, sounding harried as he'd fumbled around in the dark. "Fuck! Where is it?"
The Ranger barged out the front door, leaving Aldo alone, tied to the fireplace. Aldo screamed as another wave of pain hit. He'd have pissed himself again, if he had anything left. The Ranger was gone for what felt like forever before he ran back in through the door and dropped to his knees beside Aldo.
"Drink this," he said, spilling a little over Aldo's face in his haste to bring it to his mouth.
Aldo gulped it down. It tasted like piss--Aldo would know--but he pushed through until the Ranger had tipped the last of it down his throat.
"All better?" the Ranger had asked him, panting.
Aldo opened his mouth to scream again, but then paused and took stock.
"Ehm, yes," he said, surprised. He could still feel the constriction of the muscles in his abdomen, and it should have been unbearable, but instead it just felt like... nothing.
The Ranger rubbed a hand over his face. "Good. That was three thousand gold pieces worth of refined Moon's Dance I just poured down your throat, so you'd better."
Moon's Dance was the name of one of the potions the Ranger made with the Growing Worm's mucus. It was an extremely powerful analgesic, without causing any concurrent drowsiness or stupidity. It was devilishly difficult to refine--as far as Aldo knew, the Ranger was the only person on the planet who could manage it.
And the Ranger had given Aldo a year's income worth of it to stop his pain.
"Thank you," Aldo said.
The Ranger had just grunted and laid back down.
"When I'm better--recovered, like--will you show me how to make Moon's Dance?" Aldo asked hesitantly.
There was a pause. "Too difficult for you right now. Maybe next spring, after the worm's mating period."
"Okay," Aldo whispered, secretly thrilled. "I'll study hard so I can learn next year."
The Ranger cracked a jar of something-or-other and poured it into his hand, then reached down into Aldo's diaper and rubbed it over his belly. Right away, the bizarre feeling of Aldo's muscles cramping without any sensation began to settle and slow, as his clenching muscles released.
"That feels good," Aldo said, and the Ranger hadn't said anything back--but he had rubbed Aldo's belly until the morning.
And then, as the sun rose, it all started back up again. The itching, itching, always itching, followed by cramping as the sun began to set.
"I can't--fuck!" the Ranger shouted as he knelt over Aldo's writhing body again, hands clenched in his hair. He looked frazzled for the first time, maybe even afraid. "I literally don't have enough Moon's Dance to get you through this lad. I used it all up last night!"
Aldo wailed something that might have been please, help me, if it wasn't muffled behind a gag and distorted from pain.
"Can I put you to sleep, lad?" the Ranger asked. He grasped Aldo's face and locked their gazes. "Look at me, and listen to what I'm asking you. You have another day and a half of this. You can't stand it, and I can't stand to watch you. I don't have potions strong enough to keep you under with this amount of pain. Will you let me put you to sleep for the rest of it?"
Aldo hesitated, even through his haze of pain. The Ranger wasn't talking about drugging Aldo, or putting him under anesthesia. He was going to use his pure magical power to effectively force Aldo into a coma. If the Ranger made a single mistake, Aldo could die, or sleep forever.
That might be better than this pain, though. And, moreover, Aldo trusted the Ranger.
He nodded.
The Ranger closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, they began to glow green, a dark woodsy color that nonetheless lit up the entire room. Aldo couldn't look away.
"Sleep," the Ranger commanded, in Aldo's mind and in his ears, with all the force of all of nature behind him.
Sleep, said the grizzly bear in another hemisphere, burrowed cozy for her winter hibernation.
Sleep, said the inactive volcano, it's lava just barely bubbling deep at it's base.
Sleep, said the stones and the stars and the sea, all of them older than Aldo could ever hope to be and only growing older still, as steady and unchanging as man's need to dream.
"Sleep, pet," Aldo's teacher said again. Aldo closed his eyes, and knew no more.
--
Aldo woke up because he had to pee.
That was his first thought: I have to pee. Then, he took stock of his situation.
He was laying on his thin mattress in front of the fireplace, his head resting on the Ranger's bicep as the Ranger clutched him to his chest. Aldo was warm. His diaper was dry. His hands were no longer tied, though they were taped into mittens, which made them rather sweaty. He wiggled his fingers inside their woolen prisons.
"You awake, lad?" the Ranger asked. From the regularity of his breathing, Aldo had thought he was asleep, but it seemed not.
"Mhmm," Aldo said, and then: "I have to pee."
"Then go, I'm not stopping you."
Aldo still got shy, sometimes, going in his diaper when the Ranger knew he was going. He bit his lip and focused on relaxing his pelvic floor, the way he and the Ranger had practiced. He sighed in relief as he emptied himself into the diaper, his whole body relaxing into the Ranger's embrace.
"Good boy," the Ranger said, patting Aldo on his puffy diapered bum. "Any chance you woke up thirsty, pet?"
Aldo laughed and bit at the Ranger's bicep, because it was there and it was big and Aldo liked it.
"You bet," he said, and wiggled his way down the Ranger's body as the Ranger turned onto his back. Aldo clumsily drew the Ranger's cock out of his pants and slurped it into his mouth, eyes half-closing in pleasure as the Ranger immediately released onto his tongue.
Aldo was exactly where he wanted to be, where he felt most comfortable: lying on his belly between his teacher's legs, swallowing--not sucking--around his cock as the Ranger released himself into Aldo's mouth.
Good morning to you, Aldo thought, going to release the Ranger's cock as the flow dripped to a stop.
"Hold it, pet," the Ranger said, putting a quelling hand on the back of Aldo's head. "I want you to keep it in your mouth. Go ahead and suck."
Aldo shot a shocked gaze up to his teacher's face, but it didn't look like the Ranger was joking, or like it was a test. Aldo sucked hesitantly at the soft cock in his mouth. It twitched against his tongue.
"Good boy. Go ahead and keep sucking."
Aldo suckled at his favorite cock--not that he'd met many--as it slowly grew hard in his mouth. His stomach jumped with butterflies. He'd never once seen the Ranger's cock when it was hard.
"Use your tongue, now, too. Rub it against the underside."
Aldo obeyed. The cock was too big for him to fit it all inside his mouth, now, but he sucked at what he could, licking and wiggling his tongue.
"That's right. Now try to take in more. Bob your head on it, lad, the way you bounce your hungry little bum on those wooden cocks of yours."
Aldo whimpered and bobbed his head, trying to take the Ranger as far into his mouth as he could.
It took a lot of bobbing and sucking and choking and licking, but eventually Aldo was rewarded by the feeling of the Ranger's thighs shaking under his hands and the taste of come flooding his mouth, come that he eagerly swallowed down just as he did his teacher's piss. The Ranger moaned quietly as he came, his hand relaxing where it had been gripping Aldo's braids.
He'd done that. Just him, Aldo; the little lad, the pet. He'd made the Ranger come in his mouth and down his throat all by himself.
Well, the Ranger had done some verbal--and towards the end, as he grasped Aldo by the hair and shoved him down onto his cock as he choked--some very physical guidance. But it was mostly Aldo.
"Show me," the Ranger commanded, and Aldo opened his mouth wide to show just how clean and empty it was. The Ranger hooked his fingers behind Aldo's lower front teeth and dragged his mouth open even further, peering into the depths of his throat. "Swallowed it all. Good boy."
Aldo garbled around the Ranger's fingers.
"What was that?" the Ranger asked, removing his fingers.
"C'n I touch my willy, sir?" Aldo asked. It was so hard against his belly he thought he was going to die.
The Ranger looked like he was about to say no. Aldo, desperate, grasped at straws. He'd been begging for enough things the past few months--orgasms, penetration, diaper changes, a break--that he'd gotten good at pushing the Ranger's buttons.
"My willy's so hard in my diaper, sir. I pissed my pants in front of you because you told me to, and it made my diaper all messy. I want to hump my willy against my diaper until I come myself silly. I want to add to my sticky mess inside my diaper because I sucked your cock and it got my clitty so hard, and my bum-bum so sloppy. Please, sir, please can I hump the floor until I come?"
Aldo actually got to see the Ranger's cock twitch right in front of his eyes as Aldo debased and humiliated himself for his teacher's pleasure.
"Fuck's sake, alright," the Ranger groaned in defeat. "Don't stick your hands down there. Don't itch anything."
Aldo just moaned in ecstasy as he humped his hips, pushing his hard clitty into the cold and wet of his diaper. It actually got him going, now, that clammy feeling against his dick. He rubbed his nipples against the floor, too--just lightly, through his shirt, not enough to count as scratching them. They felt more sensitive than normal this morning, like they had a direct line straight to his willy. He rubbed himself against the floor, head resting on the Ranger's thigh, knowing his teacher's gaze was on him, watching him.
"'M gonna cooooome," Aldo moaned tremulously. "Gonna mess up my diaper for you, sir, just for you."
The Ranger stuck his thumb in Aldo's mouth and Aldo came, hard, his willy kicking in his diaper and his hole clenching on nothing.
"Roll over," the Ranger said, and Aldo did with a groan.
The Ranger undid Aldo's diaper and pushed Aldo's knees up to his chest. Aldo held his feet up by his ankles. The Ranger leaned in close, the way he had before, but this time he carefully drew a finger down the center of Aldo's taint. It felt... different.
"I think it took," the Ranger said, voice rising in excitement. "We'll have to confirm with the Mage to see for sure, but I really think it took!"
"What took?" Aldo asked, confused.
The Ranger gave Aldo a slap on the taint, and Aldo brayed like a donkey.
"That," the Ranger said, grinning victoriously.
--
"Ta-da!" the Mage said, holding a small hand mirror so that Aldo could see what was between his legs.
His legs were back up in the stirrups, his bum pushed to the very end of the table, and the top of the table was tilted so Aldo didn't have to strain his eyes to see.
"Look, it's your brand new pussy!" the Mage squealed.
Aldo leaned closer, baffled. That was... a pussy. He'd never seen one in person, but he knew it from pictures. That was definitely, definitely a pussy. It had all of the... folds, and things, and the inside was a dusky pink. It had no clitoris, but Aldo thought that maybe his cock and balls were sort of where the clit would be?
Aldo blinked, looking at his own dumbfounded face in the mirror. He had a pussy where his taint used to be.
"And the womb?" the Ranger asked. "The ovaries?"
"Present, accounted for, and functioning." The Mage patted Aldo's tummy. "Fallopian tubes, cervix, vaginal passage. You name it, he's got it. Little titties, too."
The Mage reached up and squeezed at Aldo's chest. Previously, it had been completely flat, but now there was just the faintest bit of padding around his nipples. You probably wouldn't even notice them if Aldo wore a thick shirt. They were just barely fat enough to be called breasts.
"They lactate, and all, before you ask." The Mage rolled his eyes as the Ranger opened his mouth. "It needs to be induced, either by pregnancy or consistent stimulation, but if it's milk you want, it's milk you'll get. You could have induced it without the spell, too, but this way it'll be easier, and he'll produce more."
The Ranger kissed the side of Aldo's head in triumph.
"Isn't this great, lad? There's so many endangered species that can only reproduce via a womb. We're going to get you pregnant, and keep you that way."
"Oh," Aldo said, faintly. "Well. That's nice, I guess."