Aside from focusing most of his time understanding the nature and machinations of my skill, Belethor has another business going on and it’s going behind that door at the other side of the room. I tried to get in but Belethor’s coven of sorceror’s blocks my path. The only people that could get inside there are, of course, Belethor and his coven. Other’s include some slaves, mostly boys below twenty years old. This includes Edward, a husk I’ve grown attached to.
I asked Belethor about the room and it was a surprise that he didn’t keep the place a secret.
“That’s where I do my Health Potion business,”
I don’t like the sound of that. Belethor lectured that Health Potions are the pinnacle of potions that concerns with the forces of Life. It isn’t common knowledge but according to Sett, most potent Life Potions has one key ingredient where it roots its potent nature. Semen. More specifically, a young boy’s semen. Life starts in the loins of a man. A man’s loins peaks in their adolescence and that means a teen’s semen is the strongest life ingredient there is.
“Would you like to see my venture, boy?”
I nodded. The thought about Health Potions is revolting and I promised myself, I wouldn’t drink one even if I am near death. But the thought of seeing how it’s made makes me curious. Belethor lead me to the door and notified the sorcerers that from this day, I am allowed inside.
The room inside was pretty, anti-climatic. There is machinery feeding sand to a furnace where it transforms into a glass. While it is still piping hot, the furnace feeds it to another machine where it forms it into the signature health potion shape. From there, a conveyor belt leads it to another room where. I followed it and unlike the room before, this one is where the sickness starts.
There are rows upon rows of boys, ranging from 12 to 20-years-old, strapped onto chairs with their mouths and eyes gagged and bound. They are naked and tightly rendered into their chairs by a translucent band of hard-light. On their penises is a tube-like proboscis pumping in regular intervals which leads to a transparent tube. Inside those tubes are semen which leads to a grand machine at the center of the room where ten drops of semen drip into every potion bottle.
“Ah! Marvelous is it not?” Belethor said as he moved to a boy, probably aged sixteen. Brown-haired has a scar on his brow and he’s sweating a lot. Behind those binds holding his mouth, I assume that he’s screaming (or probably moaning) because those things wrapped around their dicks are pumping them fast. “This is the machine I created when I was young. It efficiently farms semen. Look at these suction cups hoisted in their nipples. Stimulating the nipples increases the semen load by an average of 20%”
Belethor laid the transparent tube in his hands and showed it to me, “Look, he’s milking now!” Semen is sucked out of the boy’s penis and lead to the machine in the center. “They’ll be given a five-minute rest before it’s done again for an hour.”
Belethor pointed behind me and I saw a familiar sight. It was Edward who’s weakly fighting against the guards holding him in place. “That’s the boy you like, eh?”
“Don’t plug me in!” Edward screamed, “Ah won’t rammy anymair, please …” He begged. He was crying and it was embarrassing seeing him this way. But what distracted me from that thought is his cute flopping member. I didn’t have the chance to see him naked when I’m in his body because I’m too busy using him to fight and train. But at this bare state, I could not help but blush at the sight. Edward raised his head and his wet eyes looked at me.
“You!” He half-screamed, half-begged. “Hulp me oot o' 'ere. Please… mah faither wull gie ye gowd. Anythin'! juist git me oot o' 'ere.”
Belethor’s maniacal cackle rang throughout the room. “Your father?” Belethor removed the hood of one of the guards holding him in place. It was a bearded man with tattoos adorning his neck and ears. There’s a golden earring on his left ear. Among it all, the man’s eyes are crossed and his mouth is drooling with saliva.
“Your father’s mind is mine. He’s still there, boy, but my binds on him is stronger. He’s as good as dead.”
“Faither! Wake up! Let’s git oot !”
“I told you, boy. Temerius is mine. Strap him to the machine.”
“No! Nooooooooooo!”
Without hesitation, the guards strapped Edward to the chair and bound him with hard-light. The guards were about to cover the boy’s eyes and mouth but Belethor asked them not to. He wants to see the boy scream. As for me, Belethor gave the honor of plugging him to the machine and also, he allowed me to equip the machine with a new feature he’s been making these past few days.
I approached the machine and grabbed Edward by the dick. It’s thick, meaty and is as long as my hand. There’s growing signs of hair above the groin which meant that he was cleanly shaven before this. It is a tight fit inserting his dick inside the proboscis. It was an even tighter fit spreading his ass and inserting the new dildo-like rod inside his anus.
“He will be the first sample with the iron rod,” Belethor said.
Lastly, I attached the suction cups in his nipple and set the machine online. The mana crystals glowed and the machine whirred with life. The proboscis backed down and up again in repeating rhythms. The rod did the same motions but it vibrated at the same time. Edward flushed red and he began gritting the feelings welling inside him. He bit his lips, then his cheeks but he finally gave in to the pleasure.
“Ah!” He quipped. “Ahhh…” He quipped once more, this time, wetter and raw.
“Please,” he pleaded on deaf ears. “Get m-”
He winced. The rod hit him in a sweet spot. He clenched his fists and he back arced. He was grunting, squealing, pleading, screaming and finally, he moaned. “Ah! Ah! Anggghh…”
I placed my palms in his abdomen and felt how warm and tight he was. I neared my head and gave him a lick, tasting his salty skin laced with his sweat.
“Oh ho?” Belethor said. “Can’t hold the attraction can’t you?”
It’s true. Seeing the body I felt comfortable with being violated in all manners is making me hard and my desire to be in his place is through the room. Maybe by the next run, I will.
Edward craned his necked, trashed his arms trying to break free but could not. He wanted to scream once more but every insertion in his orifice is making him weak and slip with wetness foaming inside him. He has done this before but every time feels like a first. He could not hold it any longer. As much as he tried to close the slit of his penis, the warm semen gushed forth as if this was his first time being sucked. His ass, however, is powerless to the metal penetrating and hitting his sweet spots.
Belethor laid the transparent tube in his hand and took note of Edward’s sweet release. He noted that it’s better than before. Underneath the hood, I knew he was smiling. He is jumping and could barely hold on to his glee.
“Fuck ye!” Edward snapped. He spat on Belethor’s face and mine which we both easily dodged.
“That’s the way you’re going to do it eh?” Belethor grabbed a potion under his hood, a green one that glows in the dark. “With this, you’ll be good as new.” Belethor pushed the boy’s mouth open and made him chug the voluminous liquid down his throat.
Edward’s body glowed and got free from sweat. The weakness turning his arms into noodles returned its strength which he used to trash back at his binds.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Philter of Strength,” Belethor dangled the potion in front of me “By its name, I assume you know what it does.”
I do. It returns someone’s strength and vitality. And by the looks of it, the proboscis strapped on Edward’s member is standing upright and hard again. This meant the potion is working its effects already.
“I also assumed that you want to use your powers on the boy?”
I nodded.
“Then by all means,”
Edward looked at me, “Powers!? Whit’ powers?”
“This,”
I could possess him with my clothes on but this time, I’d like to do it naked. I undressed my tunic until I am buck naked for Edward to see my sorry state of my flaccid dick. It isn’t as long as his but this one’s a grower. Nevertheless, this time it’s not my dick in the picture. It’s his. I climbed aboard the machine with him between my arms. My legs aligned with his and disappearing inside of them.
“Whit's this?! Ah, can’t cop mah legs?”
I wriggled his toes for him and he was more than surprised when he felt his toes move without his volition. Next, my groin descended to his and I immediately feel the change of length of my member. I feel the wetness wrapped around it, the warmth of his semen covering his uncut tip and clean shat. I lowered my head and licked his body from chest to neck and at the same time, I merged my torso and arms with his. He’s clean right now but he’s fucking salty. I could also feel his beating heart, his fear before this, the tightness of his ass and the metal embedded within. And lastly, my head is above his. I forced open his lips with the prodding of my tongue and gave him one last kiss before I fell into the abyss.
I woke with my body strapped onto the machine. I’m hard as fuck! And holy shit, I’m wet. My ass is spilling with juices and all sorts of signals is flaring up in my chest.
“Are you ready?” Belethor asked. I smiled at him and nodded to get the machine working.
The device on my dick was the first began to move. I assumed that it was just a pumping tube but there’s something strange inside. It feels like a tongue but it’s thinner and it moves rather qui-. Ah! Fuck! The thing penetrated my slit and pulled itself in and out. Fuck that hurts!
While I’m still too busy wincing at the pain, my nipples began to vibrate. The suction cups pulled my nipples and like what happened with my dick, two tongues appeared and licked my nipples. They licked the same and making my chest harden with every movement. Soon, the thing deep in my ass vibrated. It moves to and fro and began to spin, making my ass spread wider. Then suddenly, bumps appeared in the smooth metallic shaft and it hit the walls of my ass.
With every movement, I felt pain. I felt pleasure. I felt pain. I felt pleasure.
I want to get out but I wanted to stay. Contradictions filled my mind but my body begged me to stay. I grit my teeth like Edward did, and forced through the pain just to squeeze out the pleasure. My dick hardened further as the thin tube got deeper and deeper inside my dick. Euphoria ebbed inside my body. It vitalized me every time those devices stimulated my gears. But on the other hand, the worst thing I didn’t like is when those devices did their weird movements. Sometimes the device inside my dick would wriggle, like a worm, and dig deeper until it reached my balls. The one on my nipples would sometimes bite even if it doesn’t have any teeth. But god do they feel like they have one. The one on my anus would sometimes ramp-up speed and spin faster than before. Then it would peg again and again like a jackhammer and my ass is a concrete floor.
Saliva pooled on my mouth and spat it on my body. The warm liquid could compare to the amount of anal fluid and pre-cum spewing forth from me.
“Good, good,” That’s what all I could hear from Belethor before the machine became worse and better than before. It gained speed and intensity. The worm reached the end of the road but when it did, it whipped and sent electrical shocks coursing through my dick and balls. There was no moment where I could breathe. With gasping breaths, my thick cum came out of my penis and was then sucked my the tube. My ass clenched, making the advances of the steel rod more intimate and closer to the walls of my intestines. The ones on my nipples spun it’s tongue imitations making my spine arc just to contain the sensations brimming from them.
“Fuck!” I screamed and screamed again. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I unpossessed Edward’s body. When I looked up, he screamed for me.
“How was that?” Belethor asked.
“Amazing, let’s do it again.”
Belethor opened his shroud, revealing rows upon rows of Philter of Strength Potions.