Subject: Spellbound (MM, gay, magic)
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
ate: Sat Oct 05 10:11:23 PM CDT 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

			      Spellbound
			      donated by
			      Scott Day

	With a sigh, Carl Masi closed his hotel room door and
collapsed in one of the off-white chairs. Another exhausting evening
entertaining the audience; thank the Lord that this was the last
evening in LA. Thank the entire trinity, he thought, that this is the
last stop on the tour. It had been great fun to start, all road shows
are, but he was tired of new faces, new cities and (surveying the room
around him ruefully) the same hotel room a thousand times over. But,
he had brought something back from the end-of-tour party, something
with a great deal of promise for the rest of the evening.

	Standing and stretching, he pulled an envelope out of his
jacket pocket. Gingerly tapping it, he pulled out a single strand of
black hair. He couldn't entirely remember the name of the boy it came
from: Donald? Dennis? Damon, perhaps? No matter, he would find out
soon enough. He had met him at the party. He was nineteen, with green
eyes, and a trim, slender body. They had only spoken for a moment, but
he had touched his shoulder long enough to capture the loose hair...
And that was all that he required to get to know him very well indeed.

	He flung open one of his suitcases, and began to search
through the many cloth-wrapped bundles. While digging through the
case, he wondered what the audience thought he was actually doing on
stage, what tricks they thought he was using to deceive them. It
amused him to think that, in a profession full of deceivers, Carl Masi
("The Mysterious One", his handbills proclaimed) was actually just
what he appeared to be: a magician. No tricks, no deception; when the
coins and flowers and torches disappeared and reappeared, they passed
nowhere in between. And his talents could control much more than mere
stage magic.

	Finally, he found what he was looking for: a ceramic rod and a
deep narrow cup, about seven inches long apiece. Pulling them
carefully from the wrappings, he sat down and contemplated them
thoughtfully: he didn't like using a focus, such as this, but who
knows how far away the black haired boy might be now? Carl was an
excellent sorcerer, but even he needed a small push occasionally. As
he wound the stolen hair around the rod, he slowly cleared his mind
and focused his attention on the enchantment. With a small smile, and
with excitement over the possibilities of the coming evening, he began
to work his spell, and pushed the rod barely a half inch into the cup.
He wondered if the boy remembered him; soon he won't be able to forget
him.

				* * *

	Across town, David Barrett let out a small gasp. He had just
gotten home from the party as well; it had been a tiring evening. As
he unbuttoned his 501's, he was completely unprepared for the sudden
wave of erotic excitement which coursed through his body. He stopped
and steadied himself with one hand against the wall. The wave passed,
but left a teasing, tingling sensation between his legs. "It must be
longer than I thought," he smiled to himself. But, it had only been a
couple of weeks since he had had sex, he chided himself; hardly long
enough to get uncontrollable urges. He dropped his Levis to the floor,
picked them up, and draped them over a chair.

	Less than a minute later, the next sexual burst hit him,
leaving him clutching the edge of the sink. In his desire, he ran a
hand under his shorts, and briefly stroked himself before pulling his
hand away. "This is ridiculous," he thought. "I can't get to sleep
like this." For a moment, he pondered what to do... Unbidden, an idea
formed in his mind. "I need some fresh, cold air; a drive around the
city will do me some good. I'm hardly tired anyway," he said to
himself, wondering why his sleepiness had passed so quickly.

	Back in his jeans, in his car, he drove aimlessly about,
wondering what in the world had possessed him to go out again. It was
almost ten in the evening, and he had a heavy schedule of classes ahead
of him. Still, he was feeling lively (and quite sexy, he noted, as he
examined his face in the rear-view mirror), and somehow this drive
seemed the right thing to do. As he slowly meandered his way towards
downtown, he thought back on the evening. The end-of-tour party was
pretty boring, all things considered; he was just the son of a copy
editor in the advertising agency handling what's-his-name's (Carl,
came the reply in his mind) LA stop. He knew no one there, and the
conversation wasn't very interesting. Still, he mused, he had been
introduced to the magician himself, and he seemed very nice. Good
looking, too: blond hair, blue eyes, sharp features; Nordic without
the harshness.

	"I wish I had had a chance to talk with him," he thought to
himself. "I wonder if he's still in town? I could use someone to talk
to... " And with that, he started to think about his college roommate,
Jim, and how he wished the two could talk about personal things. "I
wonder what Carl's like in bed with a woman; magicians are supposed to
have wonderful manual dexterity." ("What on earth am I talking about?"
he thought to himself in the back of his mind). As he spoke, he slowly
undid his belt, and opened the top button of his 501s. (And back at
the hotel, Carl slid the rod another inch into the cup). The boy's
free right hand slid over his crotch and started to massage his cock
and balls. He tried to think about Cynthia, his girl friend, as he
normally did when he jerked off, but instead his mind kept flashing on
images of Jim, and Carl. As he turned right onto a downtown street,
one hand on the wheel, he reached down into his pants and began
stroking his growing cock.

	With a start, he realized that he had stopped in front of a
downtown hotel. Slowly and reluctantly, he pulled his hand out from
his pants. "I've got to get some air; I'll go for a quick walk here,"
he said firmly as he parked the car and stepped out. But he found
himself walking directly in the lobby, and taking the elevator up. He
was in such a fever pitch of sexual arousal that he barely noticed
stepping off the elevator at the 12th floor, as if he had been
summoned there.

	As he walked down the corridor, his thoughts turned back to
Carl. He felt very submissive and very horny, and somehow felt that
the itch was one only Carl could scratch. A part of him was amazed at
himself; he had never had feelings like this before. But it was
overwhelmed by the desire to be near Carl. He started to imagine
himself and Carl together, in all sorts of activities; playing
football, fixing his old Chevy... At room 1220, he stopped, and raised
his trembling hand to the door.

				* * *

	Carl smiled as a hesitant knock sounded at the door. He looked
at the rod, slid more than two-thirds into the cup. Every time he
worked a spell this powerful, that could bring a boy to him from any
distance, he was never entirely sure that it would work. But this
time, as every time, it did. He rose, straightened his clothes by
instinct, and stepped over and opened the door. He smiled at David,
standing outside with a look of bewilderment on his handsome,
triangular face, swaying softly in the corridor.

	"Come in, please," he said in a soft, but firm and commanding
voice. "I've been expecting you." In a trance, David stepped into the
room, his eyes not entirely focusing on him or his surroundings. Carl
shut the door quietly behind them, and led him to the center of the
room with a gentle touch on the hand.

	He regarded the lovely boy before him; his green eyes glazed
and his short black hair perfectly matching the tight fitting black
t-shirt and even tighter jeans, his well defined chest slowly rising
and falling with his panting breaths. He gently took David in his arms
and raised his lips to his; the boy responded with a warm passionate
kiss, his tongue darting out and fencing with Carl's. The boy pressed
himself to him, letting out a soft moan of pleasure at their
passionate embrace. As they kissed, the last of his resistance melted
away: he felt completely docile and obedient. All he could think to do
was to be with Carl, and do whatever the older man wanted.

	Gently, Carl pulled his mouth away, and looked deep into his
soft willing eyes. "What do you want to do?" Carl asked him, his voice
light and teasing. His voice heavy with lust, the boy panted, "I wish
to serve you and obey you. I'll do whatever you want me to do. What is
your command, Sir?

	"Undress, slowly," Carl replied, smiling at the beautiful boy
who was now completely his.

	With a soft sigh, David took hold of the bottom of his t-
shirt, and pulled it up and over his head and off, exposing his
muscled chest and tight stomach, which showed a very new growth of
black hair. Then he reached in front of him and unbuttoned his Levis.
They opened and fell down into a bunch on the floor, revealing his
tight white cotton undershorts, and slowly growing basket. He slowly
moved his hands down to his shorts. He grabbed his cock through the
fabric, and leaned his head back with ecstasy as he fondled himself.
As he reached to pull his shorts off, Carl stopped him. "Leave them on
for now. Come here!" Obediently, the boy stepped into his embrace.
They kissed for a long time, their tongues passionately writhing and
fencing with each other, David's hands running through his hair and
pulling their their mouths even more firmly together. Finally, panting
they broke their kiss. Carl was finding it hard to keep control; his
cock was already hard and ready, and he wanted to bend David over and
fuck him now. But it would be such a waste if he didn't take full
advantage of his new love slave.

	Carl returned to the chair and picked up the rod and cup. He
looked at him, standing nude except for his underpants in the middle
of the room. He pushed the rod the remaining distance into the cup.
David let out a cry of ecstasy as wave after wave of sexual energy
flooded though his body; the pleasure was almost more than he could
bear. He fell to his knees, panting with desire. "Please, Sir, command
me! I am yours, my lips, my mouth, my tits, my ass, everything is at
your command. What do you wish?" he moaned. "I want to obey you; I am
your willing slave." As he spoke, his hands frantically masturbated
himself through his shorts. "Come here, my slave and suck my cock,"
Carl said looking at his aroused lover.

	Slowly, David rose and walked over to Carl, his eyes half open
with lust. He kneeled before Carl, and ran his hands over his pants;
he loved the firmness, how it felt. He unzipped Carl's pants and
pulled them down; his 7 inch tool sprang forth. He ran him hands up
and down, caressing and fondling it. Finally with a moan of "Yes,
Sir" he lowered his moist, willing lips to Carl's cock.

	His long, wet tongue slowly licked the shaft, running up and
down from the head to the base. At the swollen top, he wrapped his
lips around it, teasing and probing with his tongue, only to run his
mouth back down to the base. With a sigh, he licked and sucked on his
balls, pulling one, then the other, into his hot mouth. He gave head
like an expert, and never had anything given him so much pleasure as
going down on Carl at his command. Finally, with a moan, he took
Carl's pulsing tool deep into his mouth, swallowing all 7 inches with
ease. In and out, in and out, he pumped his mouth up and down, taking
it deeply into his mouth, pulling out and sucking and licking the head
with erotic abandon. Small moans and cries of pleasure burst from him
as he deep-throated Carl.

	As he bobbed his head up and down, one of his gentle hands
fondled Carl's balls, stroking and cupping them in time to his frantic
sucking. Carl reached down and began to fondle the boy's pecs; they
felt firm, the nipples erect and hard. He caressed them, running his
fingers over their stiff points, pinching them, as his expert lover
continued to give him a wet and wonderful blow job.

	Finally, Carl felt his orgasm approach. He lifted the eager,
active head from his cock. His eyes, half closed, revealed nothing but
love and devotion; his panting mouth and expert tongue still ready to
please him. "What do you wish?" He asked. "I'll do anything you ask".

	Carl removed the rest of his clothes, as David stood by the
bed, his chest heaving, his body trembling with excitement. Then Carl
pulled the boy's shorts off, finally exposing the boy's proud six inch
uncircumcised prick, which was surrounded by short, black hair.

	"Lie down." David slowly climbed onto the bed, and lay staring
at the ceiling, his eyes glassy. Carl moved over to him, and lay down
beside him. "Now, my slave, we are going to fuck. This will be the
most wonderful fuck you have ever had in your life. It will not hurt,
you will feel nothing but pleasure, and when I tell you to, you will
come. Do you understand?"

	Oh, yes, Sir! I want to be fucked by you so badly; I want to
feel your hard cock deep inside of me. Please fuck me, please!"

	"Lift your legs!" Carl commanded. He smiled as David slowly
raised his knees to his chest, to reveal his excited ass hole, ready
for his cock.

	Quickly sliding between his legs, Carl paused for a moment to
stroke his hair, caress his chest and slowly lower his mouth to his
nipples. David moaned and writhed under him, his fingers circling his
hard cock and fondling himself. Carl moved to penetrate him. With
David's fingers guiding him, he thrust into his love tunnel, shoving
his entire length deep into the boy's rectum.

	With a loud gasp, David pulled his lover to him, pressing him
closer as to be able to slowly pump in and out of him, he writhed
erotically, bucking his hips back and forth with pleasure. Carl
matched him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, the boy's long,
slender, athletic legs wrapped around him, pulling Carl deeply into
him. He started slowly and teasingly, pulling almost completely out of
him, only to slowly thrust back in again. Raising himself on his arms
as he continued his firm and slow rhythm, he looked deeply into
David's adoring eyes, a small smile of pure desire on his beautiful
face.

	He lowered himself back to him and increased the speed of his
thrusts into him. He responded passionately, his hands clutching
Carl's ass, pushing him even deeper into him. He softly panted, "Oh,
it feels so wonderful! I've never been fucked by a man before... Oh,
yes Sir... yes... oh, yes... " the boy cried. His slender neck arched
back as Carl felt his strong ass muscle contract again and again
around his dick. He began to pump wildly into him, matching his
squeezes and continuing his orgasm to new heights. The boy's body
responded, thrusting back against him in complete abandon.

	As David reached the height of his orgasm, Carl could no
longer hold himself back. The boy's tremendously talented blow job and
strong, wild ass were driving him to his own climax. Abandoning
himself, he continued to pump deeply into David, driven wild by his
moans and sighs of ecstasy. As he neared his orgasm, David clutched
him close, his lips and tongue teasing his ear. "Oh, Sir, come,
please, fill my asshole, I want to feel you come inside of me!" David
cried out. Carl erupted with a fountain of come inside his willing
tunnel. "Now, slave, I command you to come now!" he cried out, and as
the boy came in hard gushes between himself and his master, Carl
collapsed onto the boy as he pumped into him, again and again, filling
him with his hot seed.

	Together they rested for a long moment before Carl slowly
pulled out of him. David gasped as his prick slid from his ass. Carl
lay beside him, on his back, admiring his latest love slave. This was
hardly the first time he had brought a boy to him, enchanted him with
the strength of his quite real magic, made him serve his sexual
desires. But each time was new, fresh; no two of his submissive
captives were the same.

	Slowly, David opened his eyes and smiled at his master.
Although the wild sex had drained him, he was still filled with the
desire to serve Carl, to obey his whim, to please him. He gently
stroked his body, lightly caressed his softening cock.

	"I'd love to keep him here tonight," Carl thought with regret,
"but there's always a risk with spells this strong. I don't have the
time to make it more lasting." Sighing, he decided to release him from
his enchantment.

	"What is your name, slave?" Again he looked over his body...
When I'm back in LA, I'll remember this one!

	"David, Sir." He smiled sweetly and looked at him shyly. Carl
quickly found out his address, phone number and other details about
his life; he answered all of his questions eagerly. Finally, he
realized it was time to send him away... He was already beginning to
feel the strain it took to maintain the powerful magic making him
docile to his will.

	"Now, David, listen to me carefully. I want you to get
dressed. And return to your apartment. Go to sleep there. When you
awake, you will remember none of this."

	"Yes, Sir."

	His lovely face showed a trace of regret as Carl looked at his
firm body and half-erect cock as he arose and dressed.

	Carl stood, and putting on a robe, he saw him to the door.
With a final passionate kiss, he said goodbye to him.

	"Thank you, Sir," he said under his breath as they embraced.
"I have never had sex like that before; I will come to you, and serve
you, whenever you wish it."

	"Yes, indeed you shall, David," he replied, smiling broadly.
"Good night."

				* * *

	The next morning, David awoke, remembering he had dreamed but
could not remember what it was about. All that day, he couldn't keep
his mind on his classes. He kept thinking of Jim, his roommate, and
decided that he'd invite him out for a beer later that night at the
campus pub, to try and get to know him better...

			       The End