Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Based on an original story by Jotto and inspired by “The Tempest” by Shakespeare 

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Only three beings occupied the storm-wracked Island: 

• Prospero, the dark wizard, who was engaged in refining the magic that would someday give him the power he needs to punish his enemies;  

• Caliban, the son of the deceased witch Sycorax, who was the eloquent and sensitive servant and apprentice to the wizard; and 

• Ariel, Prospero’s spirit helper, who had been rescued by Prospero from a long imprisonment at the hands of the witch Sycorax. 

Ariel was a mercurial being, whose gender and physical form were ambiguous. The fey creature was both mischievous and ubiquitous, able to traverse great distances in an instant and able to change shapes at will, and was also well known to play cruel pranks on Caliban. Ariel hated the young and handsome Caliban, blaming the youth for his imprisonment by they boy’s mother Sycorax, and he longed to take revenge on the young man for the acts of his witch mother. The presence of Prospero, however, and the love that the wizard showed toward his adopted son Caliban, prevented the hate-filled creature from taking more than petty vengeance against the quiet young man. 

And then the day finally came when a vengeful Prospero left the Island to release his dark arts on his enemies. As he departed, he warned Ariel to stay away from Caliban, and forbade him from harming the handsome young man. But Ariel could not be held by any spell or command, and he knew that with Prospero away, nothing would remain to protect Caliban, and that he now had all the time in the world to torture and kill the wizard’s servant apprentice. 

Just a few days after the wizard’s departure, Ariel laid his trap for Caliban, a trap that involved a few pieces of special gold jewelry specially imbued with magical powers by Prospero himself. These magical items included a necklace that gave the wearer superior intelligence, bracelets that would instill abundant courage and tactical skills, a signet ring that would beckon others to obey, and a cock ring that would greatly expand the wearer’s genital and infinitely increase his virility. What made these items dangerous, as Ariel knew all too well, was that any one of these magical charms would kill those who had not completely mastered the dark arts and were not familiar with their power. 

Ariel’s plan was simple; hit Caliban with his sleeping dust and slip the magical jewelry on to his body as he slept. So late one night, as wisp of smoke, Ariel slithered under the door to Caliban’s room and rematerialized back into his androgynous form with the magical jewelry in hand. The youth was fast asleep in his simple rough bed, his breathtakingly handsome face looking almost angelic in repose. A quick sprinkling of sleep dust ensured that Caliban wuld remain deeply asleep, and a wave of Ariel's hand caused to air to stir under the apprentice’s sheets, making them inflate and float away from the young man's body. 

Like a curtain falling off a masterpiece statue at an unveiling, the discarded sheets revealed to the dancing light of a fireplace the perfectly carved form of his glorious young body. Caliban’s youth kept smooth, unblemished skin stretched tight over muscles that had been made voluptuous and defined by all the heavy lifting of his many chores. The young man's form perfectly combined raw power and masculine beauty into a living work of art. Though just past the cusp of manhood, Caliban's flesh was adorned only with the faintest of adult hairs, no courser than the fuzz of a peach. The young man combined all of the best qualities of boy and man into one perfect form. 

Ariel gazed almost regretfully upon the nude form of Caliban curled up in a semi-fetal position, and said, “My misery acquaints a young man with strange bedfellows. What shame that one so young and beautiful should have to die.” Ariel set the jewelry aside to a corner of the bed. “It would be wrong if I were to send you on your way without a parting fuck, my lovely.” 

A simple flick of his fingers cast his robe off his shoulders and down to the floor. Though older than the time of man, Ariel’s body retained the sinewy form of adolescence. His cock, proud and true, already drooled with anticipation. His delicate fingers reached out to Caliban’s round and muscular buttocks and grabbed firmly onto one of the solid mounds of flesh. Like a potter handling fine porcelain, Ariel used his hold to guide Caliban’s body onto its stomach and slid his hands down the length of the lad’s powerful legs, one at a time, coercing them to sway wide apart from each other. 

Ariel reached over to a flask of skin oil that Caliban kept nearby in an ongoing effort to become proficient in the masturbatory arts. Ariel floated the flask over the valley that separated the bulbous mounds of Caliban’s ass and then slowly turned it over, permitting only a few drips of oil out at first. The oily beads landed quickly on the steep inner slope of the apprentice’s right check and swiftly made their way down to the deep yet slim ravine that guided the drops to the glory of his hole. The drops of oil soon became a gentle cascade as the flask was tipped even more. Shimmering rivers of oil meandered through the creases of his voluminous scrotum, which rested firmly on his mattress and was packed full by the youth's big, bulky balls. The oil then pooled upon the sheets around his huge testicles as a few drops even found their way to the base of the young apprentice’s prodigious penis, which was neatly folded up under his torso and firmly pinned down to the mattress by his solid and gloriously defined stomach. 

Ariel set the flask aside and with nimble penetrating fingers worked the oil deeper into the sleeping Caliban’s anal cavity. Ariel whispered, “Do you know how beautiful your manhole is? How your inner sanctum feels warm and soft to the touch? Well, do you? I do.” 

Spellbound by the sight of his fingers deep in the young man’s tight and muscular ass, Ariel almost forgot he did not have much time before the sleeping dust wore off. “Oh yes, I must be quick or I will deny my cock the pleasures my fingers have had.” 

Swiftly, and with a hard smack to the ass, Ariel mounted the unconscious Caliban. As Ariel callously shoved his sizable cock into the apprentice’s hole, he slapped what little of Caliban’s handsome face was exposed from behind, grabbing the thick hair on the back of his head and shoving the young man’s face into the pillows. With the finesse of a lumberjack, Ariel’s cock angrily axed away any virtue from the lad’s body, deflowering him. And when Ariel notice that Caliban’s breathing was stifled by the pillows, he grabbed onto the disheveled locks of hair with both hands and reared the apprentice’s head back as if he were riding a stubborn horse. The sleeping youth's beautiful form was bent backwards, displaying his powerful musculature to great effect, and Ariel pondered for a flash of a moment if it would be more satisfying than killing him to let Caliban awaken at that moment and let the young apprentice experience the full humiliation of his rape. Prudence won out over lust, and Ariel decided not to awaken the young man. 

Growing bored with this position, Ariel kept pumping the young man’s tight ass as he effortlessly flipped the muscular and heavy youth over onto his back, grabbed his ankles, and lifted his knees to his wide and powerful chest. Ariel looked down with contempt at Caliban’s flaccid yet still extremely impressive manhood as it danced floppily around his stomach. Even limp, the young man's huge cock was larger than most men's erections, and measured nearly a foot long and thick as a wrist in its current, quiet state. Beneath that monster of a cock, hanging low and loose in their floppy scrotum, were Caliban's massive balls, each larger than the largest lemon. Though Ariel had a supernatural beauty all his own, he had always been jealous of the raw power and sheer masculine beauty of the young man, and was most jealous of all of his massive sexual endowment. 

A sudden rage came over the creature as he gazed upon Caliban's massive junk. The spirit helper let go one of the apprentice’s muscular legs, letting the meaty limb flounder to the side, and he fiercely grasped onto the base of Caliban’s balls and yanked backward. Ariel had a strength that belied his slender frame, and he cruelly pulled the young man's huge and bountiful balls almost to the point of tearing them off. The mighty man orbs were stretched to just over 6 inches from his muscular crotch, straining against Ariel's frightful strength, and quivered at the ends of their powerful cords on the edge of destruction. Ariel yanked harder still, adding yet another inch to the awesome stretch, yet Caliban's mighty balls continued to defy him, and remained firmly rooted to his crotch. The spirit knew, however, that their resistance was waning, and that one more good yank would tear the massive balls free from their host... 

Ariel suddenly sighed and announced, “Ah, it’s no fun without the screaming.” 

But Ariel kept on fucking Caliban anyway, keeping the young man's balls stretched to their very limit, where they bulged bright red and shiny at the end of their smooth sac. The number of minutes became lost to him as he reveled in pleasure, using the young man's beautiful body as he had always wished. After a seeming eternity, Ariel’s body began to shudder uncontrollably, his muscles rippling and his back arching as he shot a steaming hot load of his juices deep into Caliban’s guts. When his powerful orgasm was complete, the cruel elf recoiled to a far corner of the bed and cast Caliban’s muscular body aside like a dirty used tissue. 

“Take that, my dear apprentice. I am going to miss that ass of yours.” 

But when Caliban started to stir and moan, Ariel realized he had lost track of the time and that he must act quick. He tried to hit him with more of the sleeping dust but quickly remembered that the sleep dust would not work on the mortal until another sunset had come and gone. With only time to put one of the magical jewels on Caliban, Ariel chose the one that would make his death the most amusing -- the cock ring. 

The spirit helper helped himself to the apprentice’s goods as he reached down between the 18-year-old's legs and cradled the more than ample manhood that was made slimy during the rape. Caliban’s body stirred more and more as Ariel’s vise-like grip grew tighter and tighter, virtually crushing the young man's enormous sexual organs. 

“Merrily, merrily shall I live now, under the blossom that hangs on this bough. Watch, as I pluck the fruit of your youth from your tree of life. Tell me young one, would this be the favorite tool of your sophomoric years? The very tool that I’ve spied you hammering out countless sunrises with, is it? Ironic, that the instrument of your enjoyment should become the instrument of my murderous rage released upon your nubile body.” 

With Caliban’s privets flooded with oil and semen, slipping the cock ring on should have been a simple matter for Ariel’s nimble fingers. But as he grabbed the ring and quickly scooped up the lad’s balls, he realized that the prodigious orbs were considerably larger than the ring. Ariel was forced to work on one ball at a time, pressing the massive gland against the ring with his strong but slender fingers, causing the orb to bend and distort grotesquely until, with an audible pop, it squirted through the ring to the other side. 

Once both of Caliban's huge balls were through the hoop, Ariel began to work on his even less cooperative cock. Ariel forced the head and the main meat of Caliban’s manhood through with not so gentle pokes and prods of his fingers, but he eventually succeeded in working the ring down to the very root of the young man's massive, flaccid cock. 

Almost instantly, Caliban’s penis sprang to life and furiously swelled in Ariel’s hand, becoming hard with unnatural speed due to the magic of the ring. And to even Ariel’s surprise, the already massive impressive phallus continued to grow and grow beyond its already colossal normal length and girth. Ariel had to lean back to completely view what had become a monstrous 20+ inches of throbbing flesh, as thick as Caliban's own muscle-corded forearm. The fey creature gasped in wonder and awe at the mighty tower of man meat, and as his eyes traveled down that great length to the orbs hanging beneath, his breath caught in his throat. Caliban's massive testicles were swelling as well, easily doubling their mass and becoming larger than Caliban's own massive fists. 

With this pulsating mass of swollen man flesh perched on his groin, Caliban could sleep no more, and he awoke to the intense sight and sensation of his monstrous cock in the clutches of the evil Ariel. Caliban immediately kicked Ariel away as he clasped onto his painfully engorged cock. 

Caliban cried out, “What have you done? My third arm! It is grotesquely large and stabs pain into my groin!” 

Ariel rebounded to his feet, bouncing on the mattress with glee as he laughed out. “Fill all thy bones with aches!” 

As he tried to console his monstrous erection, Caliban sobbed out, “Why are you reveling in my pain? What is the point of this cruel prank?” 

Ariel delivered with thespian flair, “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? 

“Revenge? Revenge for what?” 

“Your mother and the years of freedom she denied me! And since she is dead, I hold you accountable for her sins. And the restitution I seek is denying her son the remaining years of his life.” 

The apprentice was barely able to reason through the pain.“Please, I beg of you, mercy! You can not be the wicked creature I see standing over me.” 

Ariel smiled, “Oh, yes I am, apprentice. I celebrate the darker side within me. It is the darker side that gives sheen to my personality. Hell is empty and all the devils are here!” 

Without warning, Caliban let out a deep-throated scream and fell back deep into his sheets. At that same moment, a geyser of his man-milk exploded from his cock with a force never seen before. The massive wads of his seed shot high into the air and splattered across the wall behind him as his body writhed and distorted with intense pain. Ariel had secretly watched Caliban pound out countless loads, and he knew that the young man was incredibly virile, capable of blasting out prodigious loads that exceeded that of 10 normal men. But even the young man's abnormally huge loads paled in comparison to the sheer volume of sperm currently being purged from his loins. Nearly two dozen salvos of spunk were jettisoned from Caliban's cannon-like cock, leaving the wall completely drenched and white-washed in the young man's thick and creamy effluvium. 

The young man had just started to regain his breath when a second purge of his sperm rocketed out his cock with the same volume and intensity as the first. Ariel danced and showered in the apprentice’s juices, playfully intercepting the fountaining gush with his own naked body. Like a child in the rain, Ariel let the massive wads of hot sperm pelt his bare skin. 

Droplets of the hapless lad’s seed landed on his tongue, and Ariel celebrated, saying, “Something wicked this way cums. Oh, what a deal of scorn looks so beautiful and taste as sweet as the contempt and anger on my lip!” 

As the second massive ejaculation subsided, Caliban knew he had only a moment to plead for his life before the next surge of his seed -- already welling up within his loins -- appeared. 

“Please, I beg of you to end this! I barely knew my mother and I’m too young to die.” Caliban cried with abandon as tears cascaded down his handsome and sperm drenched face. "I had nothing to do with your imprisonment! How can you hold me to task for my mother's sins?" 

Ariel mocked, “Tis better to be brief than tedious. And your life was already tedious.”

“But does my death have to be so painful? So infused with your anger?” 

Ariel dismissed his plea, “Things without all remedy should be without regard; what’s done is done.” 

Caliban struggled to his feet. “Curse you, you evil creature!” 

Caliban then fled out the door and down the hall. 

Ariel teased as he followed, “Where do you go, naïve apprentice? To the wizard’s lab? There are no cures for you there!” 

Caliban made it to the stair and half way down before he was downed by another crippling orgasm. He screamed as all the veins in his cock became bloated and hard, giving his throbbing phallus the texture of a stained glass window. The head of his cock, flush with blood, mimicked an apple ready for the picking, only even larger in size. And once more his loins purged their pearlescent tea, this time painting the dull gray stone walls and flagstone stair a shimmering shade of white. 

Ariel mused, “Yet who would have thought the young man to have had so much sperm in him? Blow wind! Come wrack! At last you'll die.” 

Caliban’s buckets of semen quickly made a mess of the stairs. The next dozen steps below him became a viscous waterfall of sperm, making footing extremely treacherous. Ariel floated past the convulsing hulk of a lad and grabbed him by his heroically swollen balls, dragging him down the rest of the stairs. The apprentice was too overwhelmed by the supernatural orgasm to even notice he was being yanked down the stairs and then across the floor of the main hall. 

But then as the orgasm subsided, Caliban panicked when he realized he was being dragged into the wizard’s circle, a smooth inlay of different colored marbles where any incantations, potions, or charms would be at least ten times as powerful. The weakened apprentice tried in vain to break free of Ariel’s grip. Fortunately, the apprentice’s latest eruption ended just as the vengeful imp got a foot in the circle. The sperm slick that coated Caliban’s body made it easier for him to kick his way free of Ariel’s molesting grip. Clasping his crotch, the exhausted apprentice staggered to his feet and tried to make a run for it, but was quickly tackled from behind by Ariel. 

The two naked males fell to the floor and became a slimy tangled mess as one tried to overpower the other. Caliban by far had the greater size and mass, but his mighty strength was more than matched by that of the supernatural fey creature. Ariel constantly tried to regain his testicular clutch on Caliban as Caliban kept trying to push Ariel away. The duo fought and tumbled for many long minutes, and Caliban was able to hold off his next orgasm through sheer force of will and desperation. 

Ariel finally stunned Caliban when he was able to get his mouth around the top of the apprentice’s monstrously swollen cock. Caliban looked down in disbelief as Ariel started to felate him. The pleasure of the creature's mouth on his engorged organ paralyzed the young man, and Ariel quickly pinned him backward on the hard stone floor. 

Caliban, caught between disgust and fascination, cried, “You queer little beast! What unholy act is this?” 

Ariel surfaced just long enough to stifle the lad, “Oh, be a man and just enjoy it. Your tea is so sweet, and I must have more.” 

Unable to hold back any longer, Caliban's muscular body was wracked by a fourth orgasm, and his loins purged a fresh batch of his impossibly thick baby batter. No mortal could have kept pace with the volume and force of such an unnaturally huge load, but Ariel was able to swallow every ounce of Caliban's powerful male essence without spilling a drop. 

As he leaned back on his elbows, Caliban was lost in the overwhelmingly pleasant and painful sensations of his latest orgasm. But he swiftly remembered that the nasty little imp was trying to kill him, and his disdain for this creature swelled within him and he pushed off Ariel of his cock, causing the fey creature to spit out some of his thick sperm. 

The apprentice lunged to his feet with astonishing grace for one so large, and consoled his over engorged cock like a wounded pet as it belched out the dregs of its fourth massive load. The sprite reclined indolently on the floor and smiled cruelly at the young man, thick ropes of Caliban's fresh cum dripping down his chin and neck. 

Caliban stumbled a few steps away from the wicked creature, and he used his big hands to scrape and fling away huge slugs of his seed from his body. The young muscle man was disoriented from their scuffle, however, and did not realize that he now stood right on the rim of the wizard’s circle. 

Caliban looked at Ariel with undisguised hatred as he said, “I shall do everything I can to banish you from this island.” 

Ariel shrugged it off. “Oh relax. Come lay beside your enemy and set aside our rivalries. Lay here on the earth, and from our fair and unpolluted flesh may violets spring!” 

Caliban denied him, “I would be mad to trust in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.” 

Ariel spurned, “I am no whore.” 

“Not from where I stand. And I definitely would not lay with a whore as common as you.” 

Ariel’s voice deepened, “Then die.” 

The Ariel reached out with his leg and gave a gentle tap of his toe on Caliban’s muscular hip. The dazed apprentice recoiled by taking a step back into the wizard’s circle. 

By the time he realized his heels were on the smooth marble, it was already too late. The effect was instantaneous, and the lad screamed and he doubled over in pain as if some invisible boxer had punched him in the gut. Then just as quick, he fell back deeper in the circle as a torrent of cum gushed out the plump head of his massive member with a truly terrifying force. As Ariel watched in awe, Caliban's cock swelled even larger still, adding several inches to its already colossal length, and bloating to an even more impossible girth. The young man's skin was stretched tighter than a drum around the gargantuan organ, and it looked ready to split open at any moment. The young man's oversized bull balls also swelled to even greater dimensions, bloating to the size of large gourds and visibly quivering in their straining sac as they manufactured fresh splooge at a frightening rate. The helpless lad's sexual organs looked like they were about to explode, and Ariel began to wonder if that might actually happen. 

Caliban writhed around violently within the circle as the smooth marble inlays were almost instantly covered with layer after layer of his sperm. The muscular young apprentice tried desperately to drag himself out of the circle, but due to the overwhelmingly intense and inhuman orgasm, he no longer had the coordination needed to navigate the marble made slick and slippery by his own precious bodily fluids. He tried to choke off the flow by strangling his cock, but any touch just made the sensation even more intense. Caliban was no longer cumming in separate ropes and wads of sperm; instead, his orgasm had become one unbroken, pulsating fountain of gloopy, viscous splooge. 

Ariel danced around the circle with great delight and jumped through the thick stream of semen with victorious revelry as Caliban’s naked body became awash with his milk. 

Ariel sang out, “The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees left this vault to brag of.” 

Caliban spit out a mouthful of seed and choked out, “Please, Ariel, for… forgive me and have mer… mercy on me! My head and my lo… loins are about to explode!” 

“Then let the fireworks commence!” 

The apprentice’s beautiful eyes rolled back in his head as the spew of his jism came to a crescendo. His entire body convulses and his body arches powerfully backward, every mighty and powerful muscle bulging spectacularly. His limbs strike a pose and seem to freeze in place with one hand reaching for the heavens. 

Caliban is almost incoherent at this point as he mutters, “I now stare into…the dark backward …and abysm of …time…. Please dear… lord, I now beg… for the sweet release that only… death…can bring me… now.” 

Caliban’s flexed and contorted limbs suddenly went limp and rested flat on the sperm soaked floor. His gloriously muscular torso convulsed, his spectacular abs tightened, and his powerful diaphragm constricted, all the muscles needed to continue the unabated geyser of semen erupting from his pulsating cock even as he lay nearly unconscious. The flow of sperm had long since flooded the valleys between his majestic muscles and cascaded off his side to form warm pools of white and translucence around and under his body. Ariel folded his legs as he sat on the floor above Caliban’s head and looked deep into beautiful eyes clouded and sticky with sperm. 

Ariel put a finger to the Caliban’s mouth, “Hush my dear apprentice. Though I am not the god you pray to, I shall have mercy on you and usher you to the afterlife." 

Ariel cupped his palm and scooped up a handful of Caliban’s sperm from the young man's cum drenched body and poured it into the apprentice’s gasping mouth. As Caliban choked on his own seed, Ariel scooped up another handful of splooge and smiled. 

“Poor unfortunate Caliban, you are the tainted wether of the flock, meet your death:  the weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.” 

Ariel repeatedly scooped up loads of the lad’s spilt seed and poured them down between quivering lips that struggled for every breath. Even the young man's nose became clogged with the backwash of his own milk, choking off his air. But still the young man fought on with remarkable resilience and stamina, struggling mightily for one more breath. Ariel thought it a fitting irony that the handsome and powerful youth would be slain by his own incredible virility. 

When the apprentice’s powerful young lungs were completely flooded with his gooey white broth, Ariel’s baling of the apprentice’s liquid seed halted. He watched as the last few bubbles of Caliban’s breath percolated up through the pool of sperm that filled the young man’s oral cavity. Caliban's colossal cock gave one last mighty lurch, spewing a final, massive wad of semen nearly a dozen feet into the air. The mighty phallus then began to collapse and deflate, finally laying to rest splayed across powerful abdominal muscles that were still and lifeless. A thick flow of sperm flooded out of the spent organ, spilling down into the massive pool of splooge on the floor, and draining the last dregs of sperm from his tortured and burnt out balls. 

And upon the last beat of the young man's powerful heart, the young apprentice’s genitals returned to their normally hefty and ‘merely’ massive size. The weight of the cock ring forced his penis to roll to one side and over the side of one thigh, allowing the ring to fall off and chime as it rolled across the floor and out of the wizard’s circle. 

Ariel kissed Caliban on his cum drenched lips and said, “Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow.” 

It took Ariel two days to mop away the trail of semen that lead back to Caliban’s room, but he left the ring and the apprentice’s body where it expired for the wizard Prospero to discover on his own. By the time the wizard did return, Ariel had rehearsed many times a story where he was ignorant of these events until he discovered the aftermath of what was obviously a case of a young apprentice’s curiosity getting the best of him. The wizard did gravely mourn the passing of his promising apprentice and shed tears as he conjured up a storm of fire to incinerate the body of the young man he hoped would have taken someday his place. He realized that the vengeance he had just wrought on his enemies was now a hollow thing with the loss of his beloved and beautiful stepson. 

But be warned, gentle reader, for even though centuries have passed since the murder of Caliban, Ariel lives on and still blames young and beautiful men for the woes of his life.