A Deal Accepted

Aaralon had thought it was a joke. He had tried to laugh it off but that didn’t work. He tried to offer something else, Little laughed at the idea that he had anything to offer to him. In the end Aaralon realised that he had only thing to trade that Little was interested in.

“If you don’t like the deal,” Little had explained. “You can earn the right to read it. You’re a good student, you might even earn the right in four or five decades time.”

He had been right, damn his eyes! He had been right, it took decades to rise through the ranks of the magical order. Maybe if the books had been kept somewhere else, some place far from the school Aaralon could have contented himself with the knowledge that he would travel to read them one day. Yet when the books were right there, in a place that he lived beside every single day, it was too much to bear.

So, with a heavy heart and bile in his throat, he had accepted the deal.

“I knew you would,” Little jeered as he began to pull his cock free from his clothing. “They always do.”

Part of Aaralon had wanted to ask just how many other students had cut a deal like this in the past but cut the thought off. Somehow trying to imagine how many other mouths had been on this dirty old mans cock only made it worse.

There is a quality, shared among all of those who strive in the magical arts, it is the thing that allows them to push beyond the known and the safe. It allowed the great magicians of history to begin unpicking the locks of the universe even when they knew what was on the other side. Those who, rightfully, distrust the magical arts call it fool hardiness whilst the magic wielders themselves call it, determination.

Whatever the quality was Aaralon had it in abundance, which was good as it was an abundance of determination that he needed now.

As he got down on his knees he took his first good look at Littles cock. It was much like the man himself, average in nearly every respect. As it rose to full size the foreskin slid back, revealing to a reviled Aaralon that personal hygiene was not a priority for the nasty old man.

This was it, the last chance Aaralon would have to turn back before he was locked into his path to damnation.