Dirty Work


       The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the Magatsuchi household, casting soft, golden rays across the tidy living room. Shouta sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an array of magical tomes and trinkets, a faint blue glow emanating from the incantation circle he had painstakingly drawn. His face, framed by dark bangs, was tense with concentration as he murmured under his breath, guiding the flow of mana through his hands. The air around him hummed faintly with power –but only for a moment. With a sudden puff of smoke, the glow vanished, leaving nothing but the acrid scent of burnt herbs.
       Shouta looked troubled, slumping forward in defeat. He scratched his head, smudging his cheek with chalk dust, and closed the thick, leather-bound book in front of him. He still couldn’t believe that Kobayashi of all people had ranked the top of the charts from out of nowhere while he was still struggling with his own spells.
       —You’re not cut out for anything if you spend your whole day cooped up in here. —His mother’s sharp voice cut through him like a knife cuts butter—.
       The air of authority she carried was as palpable as the magical artifacts lining the shelves behind her.
       —Shouta, you should be outside every once in a while, not stuck in here wasting your time on half-baked spells.
       —They’re not half-baked! —Shouta protested, though his voice wavered—. I… I’m just trying to get better. Besides, it’s not like there’s anything fun to do outside.
       —That’s exactly the problem. —His mother shot back—. You need a change of scenery.
       Shouta frowned, sensing where this conversation was headed. At the same time, she sighed, her stern demeanour softening slightly. 
       —I’ve been talking to your uncle. He’s agreed to take you in for a while. It’ll be good for you. He lives out in the countryside, away from all these distractions. Maybe spending time with him will help you find some direction.
       Shouta’s eyes widened in disbelief.
       —Wait, Uncle Kaoru. —He slumped back, defeated, and muttered to himself—. This is so unfair.
       As the train pulled out of the station, Shouta gazed out the window, watching the cityscape give way to rolling hills and dense forests. The further they travelled, the more isolated the landscape became. By the time they reached his destination, the sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the countryside.
       Kaoru’s house stood at the edge of a sprawling forest, its silhouette dark and imposing against the fiery sky. It was an old, weathered building with ivy creeping up its walls and a faint, otherworldly glow emanating from the windows. It seemed to be reminiscent of a farm of sorts, with some crops still growing near. Shouta approached with unexpected fear; for the first time he wished Lucoa was there.
       Before he could knock, the door creaked open, and there stood Kaoru. He was tall and strong, with square features like a tank, but his eyes were soft and gentle –a half and half between intimidating and heartwarming. His long overalls, a straw hat and very rustic looking clothes made him feel like an NPC from a farming game that took place in the old ages. It all truly felt like it matched now.
       Shouta had heard of him before; her his mom talk about him and some childhood stories too –but never really met him until now. He was truly nothing like Shouta expected.
       —Ah, Shouta. Welcome. —Kaoru said, his voice smooth and gentle—.
       Shouta hesitated before stepping inside. The interior of the house was just as strange as the exterior but followed the theme as well. Rustic and old.
       —You’ve grown. —Kaoru remarked, his eyes briefly scanning Shouta from head to toe—.
       Kaoru’s smile widened, and for a moment, it looked almost predatory as he couldn’t take his eyes away from Shouta’s thick thighs and juicy ass.
       As the day passed, Shouta couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort that crept over him. Kaoru’s house was quaint, rustic, and deceptively calm on the surface. Yet, small, inexplicable details kept catching Shouta’s attention, especially those coming from his uncle, who would grab him constantly, or make odd remarks about his appearance that almost felt like they were coming from Lucoa herself.
       It seemed that Kaoru, despite his welcoming demeanour, carried an air of unpredictability that was too familiar.
       Then, over dinner, he handed Shouta a small vial filled with a viscous black liquid.
       —Drink this. —He said, his tone casual but his eyes intense—.
       —What is it? —Shouta hesitated—.
       —Truth is… —Kaoru replied—. Your mother told me about your magic– And don’t worry I am not going to scold you or anything. But here we do things the human way.
       Shouta stared at the vial, just the colour alone was enough to tell him that something about this was wrong.
       —So, a magic suppressor? —Shouta’s hand trembled as he took the vial—.
       He glanced at Kaoru, who watched him with a mixture of unease and something else –something Shouta couldn’t quite place.
       —Correct. But don’t worry, by the time you go back home your magic will be as good as ever.
       As the liquid touched his tongue, a cold, searing pain shot through Shouta’s body, and his vision blurred. The last thing he saw before collapsing was Kaoru’s face, his smile wide and predatory.
       Next thing he knows, Shouta wakes up weak and his body almost unresponsive –being caressed by his uncle all over. Both naked and in bed only god knew for how long they had been there.
       —…
       He wants to speak but his tiredness seems too strong, at most he whimpers gently as his body reacts to being touched. His uncle’s hands being too oversized for Shouta, Kaoru can almost cover the kid’s penis with his palm alone as he mingles with his balls.
       —It’s ok, Shouta. Don’t need to worry.
       The uncle noticed the kid’s attempts at communication, making fun of them with gentle talk.
       —Just relax as your uncle helps you cleanse your body from that filthy magic.
       Shouta could feel it from his rear. Kaoru’s cock gently poking at his back and between his ass cheeks –a slightly humid feeling too; probably due to precum as the excited uncle kept grinding Shouta’s butt.
       Kaoru kept touching his dick almost religiously. Stroking him at different speeds to find which made him whimper even more.
       Shouta too began to leak precum as his uncle continued.
       The sticky liquid making for lubricant that covered Kaoru’s fingers every time he pressed against Shouta’s gland to make his prepuce loose –eventually exposing the young boy’s penis as it slid down.
       Overwhelming feelings followed as the masturbation continued, now intensified by his own skin stroking against him.
       The kid wanted to run, but his struggles could barely translate into movement; and any movement that did happen was promptly stopped by Kaoru’s strong grab.
       —I said you shouldn’t fucking worry. We are just getting started, but I have no issue skipping to the main course.
       That being said, without much of a warning; Kaoru slip one of his fingers that played with the kid’s balls, under and from front to back to reach his anus. An uncomfortable position but the easiest way to start fingering his ass and prepare him for what was to come.
       The precum that covered his palm was now assisting him. It was easy to slide inside and out at the rhythm of Shouta’s moans –music to his uncle’s ears.
       —That’s right. You mages may have powers, but without them you are nothing but playthings. I bet it’s even a fetish of your bunch too.
       Shouta wanted to answer back, but the unrequested pleasure from his uncle’s finger up inside him did not allow him to respond.
       Kaoru was wrong, he hated it –he wanted to run as far as possible from him. Those moans, those signs of.. pleasure, weren’t his –just a natural reaction of his body being pressed on. Every pleasure-inducing receptor being saturated against his will.
       And the next thing he knows, it wasn’t his uncle’s finger he felt going in –but something thicker and warm.
       —Let me show you every mage’s place.
       With Kaoru’s cock pretty much inside of him as he said that –Shouta’s mind succumbed to its basic instincts like a light switch.
       It was scary and uncanny to feel his cock inside of him, his insides being stretched against his will.
       Meanwhile, Kaoru felt pleasure from both his warm insides and the constant rubbing caused by Shouta’s struggles.
       —You love my cock, don’t you?
       —P-please- —Shouta tried to beg—.
       —All of you, mages love a good cock.
       —S-stop…
       Kaoru began to thrust for the first time, Shouta’s body went completely numb at this point, making it so he had to hold him in place, using his own body as support for the little kid.
       A mix of Shouta’s moans and whines, the appearance and disappearance of consciousness, and just the sheer tightness of him against his uncle’s big cock drove Kaoru with his own pleasure too, but instead of moaning it sounded like growling, he wanted to go on him like a beast.
       Sooner or later, Shouta got used to Kaoru, and was able to return to some senses again, noticing how he was now being used as the equivalent of a fleshlight, getting moved up and down to his uncle’s command like a toy while his penis flapped over and over from the violent movements. This took him by surprise, even panicking –sudden and rapid movements that only caused further pleasure for his uncle.
       In fact, Kaoru was so much into it now, that he fully committed to the idea of using Shouta as a sex toy. Tossing him to the bed like it was nothing and placing himself on top of him into a mating press –with the kid’s legs spread as his uncle rammed against him like an addict.
       With this new position it was even easier for Kaoru to penetrate him constantly and having him lay down under him made it so he wouldn’t need to employ any extra strength on holding him in place. Shouta holding himself to the bed in dear life, that in turn hold him in place as Kaoru kept thrusting.
       Shouta suffered, but unconsciously his body was enjoying himself at this moment –as Kaoru penetrated him ever so faster and faster. This filled his uncle mad with pleasure, and as he turned aggressive; his penetrating thrusts reflected this on its speed and roughness.
       As Shouta begged for mercy, Kaoru had to remind him of his place as his pleasure toy –to which he had to accept he was in the hands of his owner.
       But as one got consumed by the other –Kaoru grew attached to him and wanted this to go on forever –he simply wanted to give into his desire of reaching climax and find orgasm.
       During his thrusts, Kaoru turned his head around the place; not really knowing why. But it was clear that he was about tu burst at any moment now.
       He slowed down for a moment, Shouta even stopped whimpering to ask if it was over, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he started to move, fixing his position so he was properly “pressing” him again –his cock deep inside him at all times.
       Kaoru’s goal was to make sure not a drop would slip out, that he could properly cleanse Shouta with his seed.
       —Is it over? —Shouta asked, ready to cry—.
       Kaoru didn’t even bother to reply to him this time, instead going back to fucking him violently to a point where he grew closer and closer to his climax. Shouta was close as well, but he was so afflicted he couldn’t even understand the signs his body sent him.
       He didn’t understand what was going on, and a slight feeling of pleasure mixed with his fear as he tried to comprehend Kaoru’s actions, running through as many possibilities that could somehow excuse everything he had done.
       It took a while, but, as Kaoru continued, and Shouta moaned gently –both would push themselves to their limit.
       —Shouta, I- —Kaoru’s tired voice was interrupted by short bursts of moaning—.
       —P-Please, stop it.. —Shouta would grab himself, trying to resist—.
       The little boy blushed a bright red as his fist contracted and his tongue slipped out with each moan. The more Kaoru rammed him, the more he would start to shiver, his body responding to the stimuli and the constant teasing on his now sensible rear.
       Eventually, Shouta’s penis would begin to leak pre-cum, getting it all over himself; making a mess of sweat and fluids.
       But as Kaoru’s lust grew, so did his mannerisms. Switching to one hand stroking Shouta harder and harder, while the other took a hold of the kid’s neck. Little Shouta felt prisoner of his grasp as his mind ran in circles, he felt his heart racing and had to breathe with his mouth open just to cope with the sensations his uncle was making him go through. His shy girly moans escaping over and over.
       Kaoru knew the little boy was close to climax, but to play even more with him, every time he felt Shouta was about to cum, he would stop. This went on more than once or twice, to the point in which a gentle tear would fall from Shouta’s eye as he couldn’t hold it any longer and he would shoot his cum as he got to his edge again.
       Shouta’s moans would’ve been heard by anyone around if it wasn’t for the fact they were so deep within nowhere, only able to fill Kaoru’s ears as he kept holding him; making sure he let it all out.
       —I-I… —Shouta tried to speak, but his lack of air wouldn’t let him—.
       —You filthy little boy.
       —N-No…
       —Yes, you are. Cumming before I do… You like it that much?
       Kaoru then would proceed to mock him and kiss him as his hand let go of Shouta’s penis to rub on his tummy, getting him all messy with residual cum.
       —Now it’s my turn. —Kaoru continued—. This should teach you manners.
       Saying this, Kaoru sped up his thrusting as much as he could; to which Shouta complied by meeting him half way, his legs still shaking from earlier, forcing him to go numb. This gave Kaoru a way to pin him down as e finally reached his peak –filling his nephew with his warm seed until his little body could not hold it in anymore; letting it leak everywhere around them.
       From Shouta’s perspective it must’ve been like a terrible streak of bad luck, but this streak did nothing but start –with worse yet to come, as shortly thereafter, Kaoru would take him back for round two.