Cantrips: Volume #1: Minor Magics Crafted to Amuse and Entertain

by Joey W. Hill

  You do not need to hear or see, Gideon. I am here, and I am taking care of you. Your mind is not necessary, because you are my slave, serving my pleasure. That is your only purpose right now.

  Daegan curved his palm over his right buttock. Your balls are swollen up, your cock so hard, dripping. Your ass offered to me, however I want it. First, though, there’s the matter of punishment.

  When his captors had made him helpless, he’d been fortified by rage. He had a rage boiling through him now, but it was different. A weird, self-hatred kind of thing, mixed with fury at feeling afraid, because he didn’t really understand what he feared.

  Daegan had to be squatting, resting that fine ass on his heels, because he’d reached between Gideon’s thighs and was now touching Gideon’s face. He opened the mouth zipper on the head mask, pushing it to the outside of the flared base of the gag so he could touch Gideon’s lips, stretched around it. Gideon’s hunger for that touch was so exponentially stronger he knew the sensory deprivation had to be heightening the craving. His mind didn’t seem to be able to think beyond Daegan, because all he could imagine at the moment was how it would look if Daegan pulled out the gag and replaced it with his own dick, stretching Gideon’s mouth with it, letting his slave serve him, deaf and blind to anything else. Jesus, this was crazy.

  You are getting the way of it, Gideon. I would say don’t resist it, but I know that automatically makes you try to resist. But I am not concerned about your resistance. You are utterly dependent on my will right now. And for my pleasure, to see your dick get harder, I’m going to let you see how this looks through my eyes.

  It was another invasion, one that was perilous and irresistible at once. Daegan reached into him, opened up that window. At first, though, Gideon didn’t see himself through Daegan’s eyes, because Daegan had turned away, walking back to the opposite wall to pluck the punishment strap off it. He tested it with an experimental slap against his hand that almost made Gideon wince, anticipating it. But when he turned around to look at Gideon, Gideon swallowed hard against the gag.

  He was folded over, muscles of his arms and legs rigid, his head covered by that mask, underscoring his status as a slave. His balls were a swollen angry red, his stiff cock following the center line up his belly, already marking his abs with pre-come. The pucker of his ass was there, plain to see, practically begging to be fucked. He supposed Daegan would have to take him down to his knees to do that because of the angle, but he was sure the vampire would figure it out when the time came. If it ever came, please God.

  Daegan looked down then. Gideon suppressed a groan as he watched Daegan run his hand over his own erection, so prominent against the jeans. He gave himself a good rubbing, flexing his thighs against the stimulus. Gideon felt his rectum contract involuntarily, wanting it. Wanting him there.

  In time, vampire hunter. If you beg.

  Yeah, that would happen. Not. Maybe. At this point, he wasn’t sure of anything. But when the scene went dark, Daegan plunging him back into the isolation, he knew what he really wanted was Daegan to talk some more in his head. He couldn’t handle silence.

  I might help my slave with that. If he says the magic word.

  Asshole, Gideon muttered mentally.

  I’m fairly certain that’s not the magic word.

  It almost wrested a desperate chuckle out of Gideon. Daegan could be like that. Interjecting that dry humor at the most unexpected moment. Steadying. Reminding him that…well, reminding Gideon that he didn’t have to be his enemy. That Gideon was his own worst enemy.

  Beautiful, servant. You are getting there. But you still have not said the right word.

  If you keep talking to me, I guess it won’t be needed, will it?

  The first strike hit then, before Gideon was expecting it. Holy Mother of God. He’d forgotten Daegan was holding the punishment strap. But he was right about challenging a male vampire. As hard as Anwyn hit, he had no doubt that after thirty of Daegan’s stripes, his ass was going to be running with blood from broken welts.

  Do you remember why you are being punished?

  Because…I mouthed off, to my Master. And I wanted…I wanted to make that right.

  Gideon strangled on a cry as the strap popped his ass twice more. Jesus, this hurt. When it licked up and caught his balls on the next strike, also getting his chest beneath his chin, he howled against the plug. The pain ricocheted and vibrated through him, making him rock back and forth against the chains. Sweat broke out along his chest and back.

  Daegan had paused, thank the gods, except Gideon wasn’t sure if what he really wanted was for him to keep going. To get it over with. Or to help him lose himself in an oblivion of pain where emotions couldn’t torment him with a far worse agony.

  Have I punished you enough, Gideon? Is five enough?

  Gideon squeezed his eyes shut. No. No, it’s never enough.

  But he still hadn’t figured this out, was still fucking it up, the proof in Daegan’s cool response.

  You are wrong, servant. It is for me to say when it is enough.

  He jumped when Daegan touched him, expecting the strap. Instead, he was surprised when Daegan removed the plug from his mouth. He was squatting on his heels again, his foot pressed against the side of Gideon’s, his knee touching his calf. This time when Daegan’s mouth closed over his, Gideon was so hungry for him he practically impaled himself on the vampire’s fangs. Daegan controlled his reaction, holding him steady. Gideon moaned against his lips as Daegan reached up, caressed his turgid cock above the prongs, squeezed his balls. He was rubbing him, slow, and then his other finger slowly sank into Gideon’s ass. One finger, two fingers, three. Even more devastating, Daegan’s mouth went up above Gideon’s, that small distance to his aroused cock, and he strangled on another cry as Daegan licked his shaft, playing around those prongs.

  No, don’t. Oh, Jesus…

  Daegan pulled back, straightening to his feet so he could thrust his fingers in at a better angle, plus get out of the firing line for his diabolical intent. He milked Gideon with those three fingers, shot him into a climax so fast, there was no resisting him. Gideon screamed hoarsely as his cock convulsed, the prongs biting in like the jaws of a Rottweiler in truth, but there was no stopping the inevitable. He writhed between agony and ecstasy, his aching balls convulsing, pumping semen out against his chest and throat. He was sure it was hitting the wall as well as the mask, painting him in his own come. His legs quivered and, if they hadn’t been anchored and countered with the arm manacles, he would have fallen over like a ton of bricks.

  Truth, he was pretty sure he blacked out a little bit. He sensed Daegan though, about the time some consciousness returned to him and the reminder he was helpless, alone in the dark.

  Not alone, vampire hunter. I am here. I am with you.

  Daegan removed the pronged part of the harness, making Gideon grunt at the relief and momentary fire of the prongs pulling from his flesh. He probably had deep red marks in a decorative band around the base of his cock. Anwyn would hate she missed that, he was sure. Gideon made a futile noise as another thick plug, lubricated, was worked into his ass through the ring of the cock harness, then strapped down. He jumped against his bindings as it started to move and vibrate, deep inside. A low setting, but it kept him moving the small amount he could against those chains, grunting like an overtaxed animal.

  I am going upstairs now, Gideon.

  Say fucking what?

  Daegan’s fingers trailed through the wet tracks of semen on Gideon’s chest, slicking it over his nipples. He was doing that idle pinching, a bit harder at Gideon’s insolent reaction, making Gideon’s balls twitch. He continued to paint Gideon’s abdomen with his come, then moved over the smooth bare pubic area over his cock. Anwyn bound Gideon down once a week to enjoy shaving him. Every once in a while, if he’d been a particular pain in the ass that week, she took him upstairs to the public playroom and had one of the staff submissives do it. She’d sit in a chair and watch, idly m
asturbating as Gideon got harder and harder in perilous range of that razor. The delicate, pretty subs she chose would giggle over him, slap at his cock and scold it, telling it to behave. But Anwyn was always there, watching.

  What, I’m boring you? He struggled to contain the panic that was returning in full force.

  I’m going to go read awhile. When you have come several times, I will be back down to see where else this takes us. Daegan’s hand gentled on the side of Gideon’s face, a thumb tracing his jaw. He spoke then, but Gideon also heard the words in his mind. “To clean you up, care for you. And decide if I will finish your punishment with the strap. I know you want me to speak in your head, and I may do that, if I feel that’s what you need. But do you know the right word to sway my decision?”

  He was leaving him in darkness, bound, helpless. He was going away. Gideon wanted to be stubborn about it, but something about that climax, Daegan’s words, left him so raw, torn open. His ass was killing him.

  He pressed dry lips together and couldn’t speak the words, even without the gag. But he knew Daegan wouldn’t take anything less. He forced out the words, knowing they had to be hoarse from his abraded throat. “Please, Master.” Don’t leave me alone in my fucking head.

  That is the lesson, Gideon. The one you need to be thinking about while I’m upstairs, even if I choose to say nothing to you for the next hour. Daegan was silent a moment, and then he spoke, his breath caressing Gideon’s mouth, making him hunger for what was so close but held just out of reach.

  “A servant is never alone.”

  Part Four

  Round Four

  One of the vampires who’d captured Gideon during his vampire hunting days had talked incessantly, like the villain of a cheesy superhero flick. Gideon had suggested the asshole puncture his eardrums as the appetizer of his torture menu, hoping he’d comply so Gideon wouldn’t have to listen to him anymore. Instead, the vamp had stuck electrodes on his testicles. Vampires didn’t handle constructive criticism well.

  But ceaseless diatribe wasn’t nearly as bad as being put in solitary like this. No, this was worse than solitary. Not only was he alone, but with the mask, he had no eyes, and muted hearing. He could talk to himself, but that was kind of crazy and pointless. A few minutes ago, he’d considered reaching out to Anwyn, begging for a thought from her. A playing-mommy-against-daddy kind of thing, for sure, showing his level of desperation.

  He was going insane in his head. He should have known Daegan would do this. That plug kept vibrating, stimulating his prostate and all the associated nerve endings that were way too familiar with what Daegan felt like when it was his cock there, instead of a plug. Gideon had already come twice, grunting and writhing in the chains. When he’d groaned from the power of the orgasm, some of it had splattered his lips, making him taste that salty fluid. His nostrils flared, unable to escape the musky smell of semen, drying on his skin.

  He felt Daegan’s presence, because the third mark allowed that. He was close, but not close enough. Probably stretched out on one of the couches on the penthouse level, reading one of those goddamned books. But he knew his Master. The vampire was tracking his every reaction, thought and movement. Gideon was alone in his head, no one talking to him, but he wasn’t alone. Ironically, the certainty of that kept him hard, as much a stimulant as that damn plug. As much as his vulnerable position. His mind kept flashing back to the view Daegan had offered, Gideon bent over double, ready to be fucked and used by his Master however he wished.

  God, had it been an hour? Was that how long he’d said he would be gone? He had no idea, because on that second climax, he’d blacked out. He thought Daegan had been closer then, maybe checked on him during that hazy time. In that dream state, Gideon had turned his face into Daegan’s palm, kissed him hard there, needy, a physical plea. But he’d probably imagined that, because when he’d come back to consciousness, Daegan was on that upper level again. After all, there was no reason to check on him. A third mark couldn’t be killed by standing on his head during multiple climaxes, but of course it did stress the body enough to make him pass out.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please talk to me. Master?

  Under the mask, he squeezed his eyes shut hard, his fists even harder, then he remembered, loosened his fingers. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Daegan? He hated being alone in his head like this, too many emotions choking him, more with every passing moment. He couldn’t breathe.

  Oh, shit. Another climax was boiling in his balls, getting close. Three times, really? Sometimes being a third mark could be a pain in the ass, that fast recovery time. Of course it was a source of delight to their vampire masters and mistresses. Fanged sadists.

  Gideon bucked against the chains as his cock convulsed, thumped against his abdomen and then jerked like those electrodes were back on it. Ropes of come spurted out. All the veins running along his inner thighs knotted up with the intensity of it, his balls drawing against the base of his cock.

  He cried out, fighting those chains until it began to recede. Even then, as he came down, his muscles continued to tic violently. Like the aftershocks Anwyn had after they gave her a claw-the-skin-off-their-backs climax. She might do those sexy little twitches for up to fifteen minutes afterwards. Sometimes it got them all so revved up, Daegan would initiate it all over again, because he alone could override her will. That’s what a Master did. He controlled it all, knew how to make you give beyond what you knew how to give. He and Anwyn both did that to Gideon, had done it even more intensely together. Now Daegan had proven they could do it singly as well. Which meant something pretty important, if Gideon had the brain cells and the desire to wrap his mind around it.

  “Don’t tax yourself, vampire hunter. Your brain capacity is very limited.”

  Gideon shamed himself with a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob. The vampire squatted in front of him, because he touched his mouth. “You did kiss my hand after you blacked out. I won’t let you forget that, I promise.”

  At least he hadn’t kissed his foot or some stupid shit like that. Of course, the moment he had that thought, Gideon mentally punched himself in the head. You never, never, never had thoughts like that around vampires. They immediately put it on their to-do list, the bastards.

  “I could make you beg to kiss my foot, Gideon, but that’s not my purpose today. Easy.” Daegan’s voice dropped to a soothing murmur, and when he stroked Gideon’s arm, his tense stomach, the line of his shoulder, Gideon realized he was shaking again.

  “Why did you…” Gideon swallowed on a dry throat, his tongue swollen from lack of fluid and screaming. “Why did you stay so quiet?”

  He knew the answer. What he was really asking was: “Why did you do that to me, knowing how it fucks up my head?” Again, probably a self-answering question.

  “There are things in your head you need to hear. You got close to it a few minutes ago. At least…” Daegan paused, an odd note to his voice, “I hope you did.”

  He closed his hand over Gideon’s cock, idly stroking. Gideon stifled a groan, his ass clenching against the plug. Bad idea. He held onto control by his fingernails as Daegan continued in that mild tone, as focused in his intent as a laser.

  “You look entirely fuckable, vampire hunter. I think I’ve waited long enough for my pleasure. Let’s make sure you’re ready.” He made an adjustment, despite Gideon’s futile protest. All of a sudden the vibrator was on a more intense setting, one that had Gideon rearing up in reaction.

  “Be still,” Daegan said, that commanding edge in his voice that had Gideon fighting to obey, to prove he could. But then he wished he’d kept writhing, because Daegan restored the pronged part of the cock harness. The edges bit into him as Daegan hooked it closed, Gideon’s cock thick as hell.

  “Want to…see you…” He wanted the mask off.

  “You’ll have to wait on that.” As Daegan refused him, Gideon heard the rustle of clothing. A zipper opened, then what had to be Daegan’s jeans hit the floor with their tantalizing
thump. Another rustle said they’d been kicked away. The pulleys in the ceiling hummed, loosening the chains holding the arm manacles. Daegan’s hands were on his ankles, freeing the short chains that anchored his feet to the floor.

  The vibrator was going like a damn train engine in his ass. Gideon couldn’t stop the involuntary jerks, despite Daegan’s earlier admonition, but now that he’d gotten those prongs around Gideon’s dick again, the vampire didn’t seem to mind him jittering like a puppet on crack.

  “You follow my lead,” Daegan reminded him. He moved Gideon back, enough steps that he could clear the wall, straighten and stand upright. Gideon wasn’t steady enough to get there before Daegan knocked his legs out from under him. He would have landed right on his head or face, except the vampire’s arm was around his chest, taking him down to all fours on the cool stone. He re-anchored his ankles to another set of eyebolts, snapping his knees down with an additional set of metal straps affixed to the floor. The hand pressed to his back told Gideon to stay in the all-fours position. As he sensed Daegan moving around to his front, Gideon gasped for air against the continuing massage of that plug. He wasn’t going to come. He wasn’t.

  “No, you aren’t. Because your Master says you can’t.”

  He felt like a wild animal around the guy, entirely unpredictable. Gideon assumed Daegan was about to anchor his wrists the same way as his knees, so he couldn’t take advantage of the slack of the chains even now brushing his shoulders. Probably a good idea. If he could lift up, he’d probably try to wrap them around Daegan’s neck.

  “That would be foolhardy.”

  “Foolhardy?” Gideon panted out the words. “You were reading…the Greek poetry instead of the…Connelly, weren’t you? Pansy.”