“So,” said Varius the next morning, head bent over his desk as he examined some sort of magical artifact. “Care to explain why you came home full of dog semen yesterday?”
Alfons stopped in the doorway of Varius’s study, hand frozen on the knob behind him, mouth gaping open. He felt his face heating with shame and embarrassment. “I- I-”
“Don’t try to pretend you didn’t,” Varius informed him matter-of-factly. “I know everything sexual that occurs in this house. My wards are flawless.” He looked up from where he was working at his desk and raised an unconcerned eyebrow at Alfons. “I am not censuring you, boy. You have done nothing wrong. But if I am to control your education, I need to be aware of what you are doing outside of my classroom.”
Alfons pulled the door shut behind him, face flaming. He cleared his throat. “I, um... I let Dante’s dog fuck me. And Dante. I blew them both as well.”
“Ah,” said Varius. He made some sort of adjustment to the thing he was working on on his desk, then finally set it down, looking satisfied, before returning his attention to Alfons. “Excellent. Good to see you are branching out.”
Alfons came into the room to stand diffidently at his master’s desk. He was still slightly astonished with himself that he’d admitted such a thing. To get praise for it seemed absurd. “What, uh, what wards, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Oh, those.” Varius leaned back in his desk chair, a look of satisfaction on his face. "The house is imbued with them. It alerts me to sexual activity within the walls, and allows me to analyze and observe if I so wish. That includes foreign semen present in a body. A shame you chose to have your canine encounter elsewhere on the grounds. I might have been able to offer feedback.”
Alfons shuddered at the idea that he’d been observed this entire time. Everything he’d done: his encounters with Rowan, fucking himself in his workroom, it had all been under Varius’s watchful eye. A week ago he would have been horrified, ready to storm out. But he was beginning to understand that there was more to Varius’s methods than met the eye. The man did indeed live up to his reputation for brilliance; Alfons just had to trust his methods.
The wards did sound fascinating, their prurient value aside. It must have been a very complex, detailed magic. Not just anyone could set up something like that. But then, Varius was very well-known for his work with magical artifacts. It was what had made him famous early on, and one of the fields in which he was most cited. Alfons looked down at the object on his desk. It was the same thing he’d been tinkering with for several days now: a golden ring on a long, delicate loop of chain.
“What’s that you have there?” he plucked up the courage to ask.
“This?” Varius held it up. “My latest invention for sexual training. In point of fact, I think it may be ready to test out. Shall we have you be my guinea pig today?”
Alfons bowed his head humbly. “If that’s what you want.” Given what he’d subjected himself to yesterday, who was he to turn down whatever Varius wanted to try on him? It couldn’t be more humiliating.
‘Or could it?’ his newfound desires whispered hopefully in the depths of his depraved heart. He shivered.
“Good boy,” said Varius, sounding pleased. “Good to see you’ve learned some manners, finally, and are ready to start listening. Assume the usual position.”
Alfons obediently stripped himself of his clothing and dropped to all fours on the carpet in the center of the room. The morning sunlight streamed into the room from the high windows, casting him in a pool of light like a spotlight. When he was in place, he turned to look at Varius. The man had picked up another, similar artifact and placed it on the edge of his desk in clear view.
It was a strange object. Alfons’s first thought was that it was a trophy for hula-hooping, or some other hoop-related sport. It had a sturdy, square wooden base with a small amount of tasteful ornamentation inlaid in gold. From the base rose a single thin gold rod, and on top of the rod was mounted a gold ring a little larger around than Alfons’s head.
Alfons stared at it, trying to figure out what it was supposed to do, but was distracted almost immediately by Varius approaching with the original artifact he’d been working on, the ring on a chain. This one was much smaller than the hoop on the other artifact; it was more the size of a typical cock-ring.
Upon reaching him, Varius fastened the gold chain around Alfons’s waist like a delicate belt, sliding the ring around Alfons until it was up above his spine and then pulling it backwards. Alfons looked over his shoulder to watch as Varius used one hand to spread open his buttocks, nestling the ring between them, right over his anus. He let his apprentice’s cheeks fall back together, the pressure of them holding the little gold ring in place. He then adjusted the belt further to make sure the chain was taut around him, although not uncomfortably tight.
“There,” Varius said, stepping back and looking satisfied. “Now for a test.” He walked back to the desk where the “trophy” still stood and traced a pattern along the inlay in the base. It began to emit a faint hum, and the inside of the hoop began to glow. As Alfons watched, a membrane stretched along it, like a film of soap on a bubble wand. It was nearly transparent, but swirled with a pinkish-red iridescence that made it faintly visible.
“Good, good,” Varius muttered. He looked over at Alfons. “Now, to begin.”
Holding his hand in a loose fist, Varius placed it on one side of the hoop and slowly but steadily began to pass it through the golden circle.
Alfons was about to ask what was supposed to happen when he felt it. His mouth fell open in a silent ‘O’ as he felt Varius’s fist enter him, stretching his passage wide open. He choked at the sensation of stretching; he could clearly feel the limb pushing its way up his rectum, despite the fact that there was no physical object present. When he managed to compose himself enough to raise his eyes once more to Varius, he could see the man’s arm still whole and intact; it wasn’t actually inside of him, despite the sensations of his body informing him otherwise.
He watched as Varius extended the fingers of his hand, wiggling them around back and forth, and whimpered as he felt the same sensation deep inside of him, the digits pushing against his insides and writhing within his passage.
“I take it it’s working,” Varius said, sounding pleased.
“I- I can feel you inside- ah!” Alfons tried to say, but couldn’t hold the thought together as Varius began to move his arm casually back and forth in a thrusting motion, fucking him with his fist. He collapsed down onto his elbows, helpless under the enormous feeling of penetration, mewls of pleasure at this new debasement falling involuntarily from his lips.
“Good,” said Varius after a moment, withdrawing his arm from the loop. Alfons gasped as the sensation of thick penetration vanished, leaving him panting on the floor. “Stay there a moment,” his master instructed.
Varius went to one wall and grabbed hold of a handle mounted on the edge of one of his bookcases. It swung forward, revealing a doorway behind with a set of spiral stone steps that curved upwards and out of sight. He disappeared up the staircase, and was gone several long minutes while Alfons waited patiently in his position on the carpet.
When he returned, Alfons’s eyes went wide.
Around Varius’s shoulders was an enormous snake: a python, or a boa constrictor; Alfons didn’t know the difference. The creature was easily at least fifteen feet long and larger around in some places than Alfons’s thigh. It was a sort of greenish-tan as a base color, with darker brown, almost black patches across its back and sides. As Alfons watched it, the snake flicked its tongue out, tasting the air around it curiously. Alfons had a terrible premonition of what was about to happen to him.
“This is Kaa,” Varius said fondly. “I’ve had him since he was no more than a foot long. Let’s see if we can’t add him to the list of those that have dominated you, hmm?”
Alfons was frozen, unable to move as he watched Varius approach the desk with the animal. He couldn’t even find enough voice to protest as the wizard placed his pet’s head at the opening of the magical loop and then slowly, gently, began to coax it through.
Alfons cried out, a whine that became a groan that pitched up and up into a hoarse, continuous scream as he felt the snake enter him. The animal was all muscle, thick and firm and relentless as it squirmed its way deeper and deeper into the depths of his body. He’d never felt anything like it in his entire life. After the first foot of the creature had gone through the loop he felt more full than he’d ever been before, stuffed to bursting, certain his body could not handle anything more. But they’d barely started. The snake continued to slither forward, its muscles contracting as it inched its way across the desk, and Alfons felt every miniscule movement deep inside him, as though the snake was slithering up his ass and through the passages of his body.
He couldn’t take anymore; it was too much. He was too full. And yet it kept coming. Foot after foot of the creature lodged inside him, pressure and pressure and pressure without end. If the creature had actually been within him, the physical strain on his internal organs would surely have long since killed him. But there was no real penetration occurring here: merely the sensation of it. And because of this there was no relief from the pressure as it built and built past the point of insanity.
He collapsed onto the ground, writhing in sensation as more and more kept coming. Five feet of the snake. Six. It was too much. It was too big. The snake was bigger than he was. There was no way it would all fit inside him. But of course the magic didn’t care about impossible. He could feel the girth of the snake curling in his belly, stretching his skin as though it was wearing him, hollowing him out like a cave or a burrow. Seven feet. Eight.
Alfons passed out.
He awoke still nude on Varius’s rug, still wearing his experimental contraption, but thankfully with the sensation of the snake no longer inside him. He moaned and shifted; his muscles felt sore and stretched, as though he had actually taken most of the body of the snake up inside him. Was the pain real, or merely phantom? Certainly if the snake had caused any of the damage that a real penetration in that way would have inflicted, he would not have awoken at all.
Varius looked over at him at the sound of him stirring. “Ah, you’re awake,” he said. Alfons wasn’t sure if he was imagining the slight sheepish tone to his mentor’s voice. It was possible; he wasn’t exactly thinking straight.
“An excellent job for your first attempt,” Varius lauded him. “Perhaps at some point you’ll be able to accommodate the entire creature, hmm? But I see it was too much to expect too soon. I always forget how delicate your institutions tend to leave you. I suppose you’ve never even accommodated a horse dick, hm? By your age I was already familiar with elephants.”
Alfons wheezed, but couldn’t bring himself to respond.
“Regardless,” Varius said. “You see the vision, I assume? Think of the possibilities. We could insert any number of animals into you without harm to them. Imagine a ferret, squirming around inside you. Or we could fill you with water; gallon after gallon to stretch every nook and cranny. The size is unlimited, as long as it fits through the ring, with no permanent physical damage to you and no particular effect on the object or creature placed within. Clever, no?”
Alfons swallowed, closed his eyes and nodded. He understood the possibilities, alright. He understood them with a clear, growing dread.
“Ah, but you’ve been very good today,” Varius said, his voice almost paternal. “I think that deserves a reward.”
Alfons opened his eyes again, curious what the man could possibly want to offer him.
Varius opened a drawer of his desk and, to Alfons’s surprise, pulled out Alfons’s own cock. He blinked at it in surprise; he’d almost forgotten the man had it.
Varius smiled and adjusted something around the base of it. Then he took it to the loop on his desk and passed it through.
Alfons whimpered as he felt his anus penetrated once again by his own phallus. It was nowhere near the obscene girth that he’d been subjected to this morning; by comparison it felt almost quaint, dainty; a satisfying fullness. Surprisingly, it was not accompanied by any sensation of tightness or heat around the cock itself; apparently, as Varius had said, the object passing through the loop did not feel the corresponding effect of being inside him.
Alfons was confused. Varius had forced Alfons to fuck himself before. How was this a reward? But then the old mage approached him, cock still in hand, and held it out to him where he lay on the carpet.
“I have removed the chastity restriction on it,” he informed him. “Try pleasuring yourself. I am quite curious what sensations you will feel after it has passed through the ring.”
Taking the phallus from him gently, Alfons stared at it a moment. It was not yet hard, in spite of the sensation of it lodged within his ass. Tentatively, Alfons brought the phallus to his mouth and began to lave it with his tongue.
He moaned; this sensation he did feel, the pleasure of wet heat on his cock. He sucked the organ into his mouth, feasting eagerly upon it, feeling it start to stiffen up in his throat. At the same time, he felt the corresponding stiffening in his ass. His eyes widened.
He began to move it back and forth, thrusting it in and out of his mouth, and was rewarded with the identical sensation behind, the feeling of the cock sliding in and out of his ass in the exact same rhythm. It was so strange, to feel it penetrating both of his orifices at the same time, and simultaneously to feel the wet clench of his own throat on his cock as he pleasured it. It felt dizzyingly like being attacked from three directions, pleasured by three partners at once. He groaned wantonly and sped up the thrusts.
The pleasure left him writhing in a new way, squirming on the carpet as he fellated and fucked himself at the same time. He moaned his enthusiasm, in part for Valerius’s benefit; it was getting him even more turned on knowing his mentor was observing his reactions, recording his abject surrender to himself for scientific posterity. He swallowed around his cock, again and again, until finally he could feel his orgasm approaching.
He began to slam the cock down his throat at high speed, seeking his climax, desperate for it. He pounded both of his holes in a desperate rhythm until finally he felt his balls clench and he was coming down his own throat, flooding himself with semen. He felt the sensation at both ends; tasted the cum in his mouth while feeling the phantom twitching and flooding of his rectum at the same time. He gasped at the blinding pleasure of it; it had been so long that the sensation swamped him. He nearly passed out a second time from the sheer lightning across his nerves.
Afterwards he lay dazed, panting, overwhelmed. He let the softening cock drop from his lips, although he could still feel it lodged within his backside, albeit smaller now. Through slit, barely-open eyes, he saw Varius, seated at his desk, pull out a notebook and an elegant pen. He flipped to a clean page.
“Now,” said Varius, “I would like you to describe all the sensations you felt, from the beginning, with as much detail as you can.”
Alfons groaned.