THE APPRENTICE'S REVENGE

An Hypnotic Fantasy Romance in Three Chapters

by Jon_e90

Chapter 1

The Visit

The cauldron was bubbling merrily over a blazing fire. A man in a deep red tunic and a long, black cloak fastened at the throat with a silver clasp, threw three different powders and a dragon's tongue into the water and stirred it with a long silver spoon. "Luke!" he bellowed, "Where are you? Come to me! I need you!"

The young man with his arms filled with firewood entered the dank cave. "Yes master, I am here. What is your will?"

"What are you doing, bringing wood into the cave? You know where the woodpile is."

"Yes, I know. I just wanted you to know that I heard..."

"Silence! Put the wood away and return. And be quick about it! NOW!"

"Yes, master." Luke obeyed and was back in a matter of seconds.

"What took you so long?" the magician grumbled.

"Sorry, master," Luke murmured. He gazed into the magician's flashing eyes. If only he...

"Luke! I need to leave to go to the dragon's cave on Korrkon's Peak to get some some of its toenail clippings. The journey is long and I will not be back until tomorrow morning. I need you..."

"Oh, let me go, master! The journey is sure to be dangerous and you could be hurt. Look, I have learned a new spell that would defeat the dragon."

Luke pointed his finger at the fire and concentrated with all his might. A blue light shot from his finger and hit the fire, turning the dancing flames into solid ice sculptures.

"NOOOO!!!!" the magician cried. With one hand he smacked Luke across his cherubic face, knocking him to the ground. At the same time, with the other hand he pointed a finger and shot a red beam at the fire.

Luke covered his face as his icy flames shattered in all directions into a million razor sharp shards before returning the fire to normal.

"Fool! First, never interrupt me again! Second, what good would that spell have done?! Even if you had been successful in freezing the dragon, how would you have gotten the toenails from the ice? Third, don't mess with that fire. That's why I need you here, to keep it boiling through the night!"

Luke lay on the floor of the cave and looked up at his master. The magician's green eyes still flashed as he stared down at his protoge with a contempt that Luke could not understand. In addition to gorgeous green eyes, the magician had long, straight, black hair, a high forehead, and a thick, bushy moustache that led into a thick, yet short beard. Although it was short, the beard hid his face and Luke often wondered what lay beneath for he knew the magician was still a young man, only 27 years old. Luke knew he had to be a genius to achieve the greatness he had at such a young age. Sadly, the magician didn't seem to care about this. All he cared about was dominating Luke. In addition, he seemed to ignore the fact that he had a huge muscular body. But Luke noticed. Every day.

As Luke took his hand away from his face, he saw blood. In spite of his efforts, an ice shard had cut his cheek. Luke was a little annoyed, for he knew the ice spell could have been counteracted without so much drama. But then, as he gazed into his master's eyes, he sighed.

If only, he thought, If only he knew..."

"Well! Do you understand your duties!" the magician yelled, breaking through Luke's thoughts.

"Yes, master. Stay here. Tend to the fire and keep it burning." Luke recited.

"Excellent. I guess you're not a completely worthless apprentice after all."

"No, master." Anything else would have earned him another smack.

The magician turned on his heel and, with his long, black cloak swirling magnificently around him, stalked out of the cave.

Luke got up quickly and went over to the mouth of the cave. He leaned against the rough rock and sighed. He had come here three years years ago when he was sixteen to study magic from the best magician in the land since Merlin. It had been icing on the cake to find that Morrkon was as handsome as he was smart. Luke had fallen in lust with Morrkon as soon as he laid eyes on him but he kept mum because he was still just a gangly teenager with a mop of blond hair. But now, at 19, Luke's hair had grown out into a magnificent mane and his body had developed pleasing bumps and ridges in all his muscles. He had sky blue eyes and especially good looks. And after three, long years, Luke's lust had long since given way to true unrequited love.

If only, he thought, watching his master's tall form disappear into the swirling fog, If only he knew, maybe he wouldn't treat me this way. If only I could tell him that I love him."

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Don't count on it," said a voice behind him.

Luke spun around on his heel, causing his own forest green cloak to swirl around his blue tunic that matched his eyes exactly. There in the middle of the cave was a young man just about his own age. He had short, brown hair and green eyes with a handsome, moon face. He matched Luke in build and height; he was almost exactly 6 feet. He wore a brown tunic and matching cloak.

"Who are you?!" asked Luke in surprise, "And don't count on what?"

"My name's Roger," said the young man, "I've been watching you for a while now. I saw how you were looking at him just now, and I can tell what you're thinking. But trust me. He'd treat you like shit even if he knew you liked him. Only then he be fucking you and treating you like shit."

"Don't talk about him that way! Say, how'd you get in here anyway? And how could you be watching me?"

"I've been watching you through my magic mirror. And I got here using teleportation, of course."

"How can that be? Teleportation is an incredibly advanced spell. And how would you get a magic mirror?"

"Well, it's not exactly mine," conceded Roger, "But I can use it whenever I want. As for the advanced spells, I know lots of them. I've sort of "convinced" the wizard I'm with to, sort of, speed up, my lessons."

"What do you mean "convinced"?" Luke asked suspiciously.

"I mean," Roger said with a flair, "that I've made him my slave. And my lover. And I've come here to offer you the same thing."

"This is nonsense," Luke said impatiently, "Look, no offense, but you're starting to get on my nerves and I've got work to do."

Roger waited and watched as Luke got some wood and put it on the fire.

"Listen, Luke, do you want to be that man's toady until he's finally decided he's had enough of you and kicks you out? Or would you like to be calling the shots for once. Or give him a taste of his own medicine? Or make him pine away for you like he's made you do for so, so long? I can make it happen."

"Why?!" Luke asked, crying a little, "why would you do something like that for me? What's in it for you?"

"Oh Luke, Luke," Roger said, approaching him slowly. Then he reached out and brushed away a tear, healing Luke's new scrape in the process.

Luke shuddered. He had not felt such a tender touch in all his life.

"I don't want anything," Roger continued, "I came because I was in the same boat you were. Under the thumb of an overbearing jackass who didn't realize what a good thing he had. Then one day, someone breezed in, just as I have, and gave me this!"

He reached in and brought something out from the folds of his robe. It was a wooden rod about 2 feet long. Roger kept his hand over the top.

"What is that?" Luke asked curiously.

"This is the Ultimate Wand of Mind Control," answered Roger, "With it you can put anyone under a hypnotic spell. He has taught you hypnosis theory, hasn't he?"

"Of course," Luke said, but he has a spell on him so I can't put him under."

"This wand erases any spell, breaks any curse. And look, notice how I hold my hand over the top? That's because at the end of the wand is a focal point that is impossible to resist. What it is I cannot say. It changes for each person into whatever they want to look at at that moment. Only when you hold it, does it not affect you. I'm shielding you from it because I don't want you to go under...yet."

"What do you mean, yet?" Luke said in alarm.

"Well, I have to teach you how it works," Roger said, "And from what I heard," he grinned lasciviously, "We have all night."

Chapter 2

The Lesson

"What do you mean?" Luke cried in alarm.

Roger uncovered the top of the Wand. "Relax," he said soothingly, "and tell me what you see."

A pulsating light flashed from the Wand. And within the light...

"How strange!" he exclaimed, " I can see Morrkon's face! But his eyes! They're so different! They're softer somehow. Kinder. I've always wanted him to look at me that way."

"Then enjoy it. Look deep into those eyes."

Luke wanted to. But there was something, something he had...to......remember.

With a huge effort, he dragged his attention away from the vision.

"Roger, no! I've got to keep the cauldron boiling! You mustn't do this!"

"Don't worry, Luke," Roger said in that same strange, soothing voice, "We'll keep the fires burning. Is Morrkon still there?"

"Yes, he... he... he..."

"Good, look deep into those eyes. Deeper and deeper. Feel yourself being drawn down, down, down, until you are unable to look away. And the deeper you go, the drowsier you feel. Your eyes are soooo heavy Luke. So very heavy. So deep. So drowsy. So heavy. Feel your eyes begin to close, in spite of themselves. Can you feel them closing, Luke?"

"Yes." Luke heard himself say.

And he could. Morkkon's eyes became greener and greener, clearer and clearer, and the cave around him faded away. His eyes seemed to have lead weights on them.

"Heavier and heavier. Drowsier and drowsier. So heavy and drowsy they have to close...close...close..."

Luke eyes flickered, once, twice. Then something strange happened.

His eyes blinked shut. There was a odd skip in time. Suddenly, Luke was lying in the corner of the cave under the animal skins which Morrkon used as a bed. His tunic was off and Roger was there next to him. He felt strangely relaxed and sated. Dawn was breaking.

"What on earth happened?" Luke asked.

"I spent the night teaching you how to use the Wand." Roger replied.

"What are you talking about? You didn't teach me anything! How can it be morning? I just closed my eyes for a second."

"You really don't remember anything?" Roger asked.

"No."

"You'll have to forgive me, Luke. It kind of turns me on watching the power of the Wand. Here, lie back down. That's it. Now look at me. TOTAL RECALL!"

Luke's eyes widened as, in a rush, he remembered everything.

* * * * *

"So heavy and drowsy they have to close.....close.....close...."

Luke's eyes dropped shut. They flickered slightly as he valiantly tried to fight the spell.

"You are so drowsy and sleepy that your eyes feel cemented shut. And now the relaxation is spreading down your body, past your neck..."

Luke's eyes slammed shut tight, the valiant fight fought and lost, and his head fell forward onto his chest.

"...past your torso, ,past your abs to your legs. The sleepiness is leaking down past your knees as your fall down, down, down into a deep, deep sleep. A deep, deep sleep."

Luke fell forward onto his knees. Roger caught Luke's forehead in his palm before Luke could kiss the floor. He gently lowered Luke to the floor where Luke lay like a handsome rag doll. Roger surveyed his handiwork tenderly for a few moments before continuing. He put the Wand back under his cloak.

"Luke, how do you feel?"

"Relaxed. Good." Luke whispered.

"Good. Now, I want you to remember that when you have Morrkon in this state, you will be able to put the Wand away. It's job is done. The rest is up to you. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good. Now, I'm going to count backwards from ten to one. With each number, you will drop down 10x more relaxed than you are now. The deeper you go the better you feel. And the more relaxed you are, the more open you will be to my suggestions. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Ten... nine...eight..."

Roger watched with satisfaction as Luke's body shifted periodically as he dropped further and further down into waking sleep, further and further under his control.

"Three, getting ready to follow my suggestions, two, 90x as relaxed as before, my suggestions are commands, you will follow my suggestions, one, you are 100x as relaxed as you were before. You feel 100x better than you did before. You will follow all my commands, for every time you do you will feel better and more relaxed. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I will follow your commands. Every time I do, I will be more relaxed and feel better."

"Yes, Luke, that's right! Very good. Now, I think my first command will for you to call me sir."

"Yes, sir."

Roger smiled. He had chosen that command because it was one Luke would not ordinarily have obeyed. Luke was completely under his power. And now that he was, Roger planned to teach him much more than how to use the Wand. He had not been watching Luke through the mirror just to watch Morrkon abuse him, after all.

"Stand up, Luke. Stand to attention and obey me!"

"Yes, sir!" Luke was up in a flash, with his arms ramrod straight at his sides.

"Take off your cloak. And your tunic. You can keep your leggings on for now. But I want to see your chest."

"I see. Yes, sir. " Luke complied in a slow, sexy way that turned Roger on so much that he took his own tunic off, mirroring Luke's stripper dance until it almost became unclear who was the one in the trance.

"I've been watching you a long time, Luke. I've been wanting to do this for a long time." Roger slid a hand slowly, luxuriously, over Luke's s'pec'tacular chest, relishing it.

Luke groaned in pleasure.

"You like that? Good. But first, a little work before play. Is that all right with you?"

"It makes me feel good to obey your commands, sir."

"Excellent. I want you to go and fetch some more wood and bring it into the house. Enough for the whole night. Carry twice as much wood as you usually do. You'll be able to do this easily now. I want to really see you work. You better put your tunic back on, so you don't get slivers. When you're done, close the door and report back to me. Now, go!"

"Yes, sir!" Luke saluted smartly, something Roger hadn't expected and got to work. Although he had to put on his tunic, Roger took great pleasure in watching the muscles flex and bulge beneath the thin fabric as Luke struggled under twice as much wood as he was used to. In no time, Luke was done and was standing before his young master once again."

"Go check your fire, Luke. Stoke it if neccesary." Hell, Roger may have been a slavedriver, but he wasn't there to get Luke in trouble.

Silently, Luke obeyed. It was as if even in his dreamy state, he sensed this task was connected to some evil force for as he threw a log into the fire he spit into the flames in contempt.

Roger gave a soft chuckle in spite of himself.

"All right, Luke, come here. Take your tunic off again. Good. Very good. You've obeyed me completely. You deserve a reward. I'm going to give you a kiss and when I do, you'll fall 100x deeper down into my relaxing sleep and feel 100x better than you do right now. In fact, you'll feel so good it will manifest as an orgasm as intense as you want. You will choose. Would you like that?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

So Roger hugged Luke to himself, chest to chest, flesh to flesh, ran his fingers through Luke's golden hair, and kissed him, gently at first, then harder, probing with his tongue.

To his delight, Luke opened nearly at once. Roger felt him collapse into his arms as the suggestion took effect. Then the orgasm. O God! Luke wanted to have a REALLY good time. He began to moan and writhe and then suddenly he stiffened in Roger's arms and gave a loud, deep, wordless shout as he climaxed and creamed in his pants!

Roger pulled away and tried to finish the kiss but Luke would have none of it. He grabbed Roger's head and pulled him back, playing a game of tonsil hockey that left Roger wishing he had a silver cup to give as an award.

Without breaking the kiss, Roger picked up Luke across his chest and carried him across the cave, now lit only by the firelight, to a corner that was heaped with animal skins. Roger gently lowered his willing prey to the makeshift bed, still kissing, and began to roam his hands over Luke's beautiful, young flesh. Luke did the same, tweaking Roger's nickel sized, sensitive nipples. Roger groaned and arched his back in pleasure. Again, he tried to break the kiss, but Luke still wouldn't let him, grabbing his tongue gently with the pearls that were his teeth and pulling him back.

Damn! Luke was voracious! Roger was ecstatic. Morrkon was a fool. As Roger parried and thrusted in the fight of love, he moved his hand further down and pulled down Luke's leggings. Luke squirmed as struggled to pull them the rest of the off. Then he reached for his master's leggings and pulled, still unwilling to part. Just as Roger figured he would burst, Luke finally moved over to Roger's ear which he began to nibble in a most erotic way.

"My God, Luke, you're amazing! I had no idea such passion even existed! I want you to know that (oh, yeah) even though from this moment on (oh, my) you are compelled to obey my every command, you can still (oh, wow!) tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable and we can stop any time.(oh my God, is that legal!?)"

"Don't make me stop," Max begged, "I've been waiting so long! He's been making me wait so long! Please don't make me wait anymore, please!" Max lay back on the dark furs, heavy lidded, with all his inhibitions stripped away. He looked up at Roger and reached up to stroke his cheek. Roger leaned into it affectionally.

He couldn't resist. It gave him such a hard on. "Please,what?"

"Please, sir!"

"But didn't you already..."

Now Luke smiled lasciviously. "Pre-cum, sir, pre-cum. You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Roger smiled back. "That's good, my slave. But first... sleep deep!"

When Luke was out, Roger said, "One more instruction before we play the night away. When you awake in the morning you will forget everything that has occurred from the time you were looking at the Wand and first closed your eyes. Everything that happened after that and what will happen now, will be completely erased from your mind. Do you understand, my slave boy?"

"Yes,sir."

"Only when I, and only I say total recall, will you remember everything in total detail.This is a post-hypnotic suggestion. You'll be able to use these on Morrkon. Understand?"

"Total recall. Post-hypnotic suggestion. Yes, sir."

"Good. Very good. Oh, and Luke?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Call me master."

"Yes, master."

Roger proceeded to tongue bathe his horny charge down to sculpted abs, then further down to encounter a beautiful 9" thick cock. It was throbbing with anticipation and had a jewel of pre-cum on the end of it.

Roger carefully flicked it away, then began to expertly suck it. Luke groaned.

All too soon, Luke pulled him forward and gasped "Stop for a while, or I'm gonna cum!"

"All right, then," Roger whispered in his ear, "You'll go to work on me. And when your lips wrap around my dick, you'll find you cannot stop until I say so."

Roger made Luke suck his 8" er for about 3 hours with one break to get up and stoke the fire. Roger kept himself hard listening to Luke's moans as he tried to break free or speed up to make Roger spew, but Roger would always slow Luke down and Luke, of course, was always forced to comply.

Finally, Roger brought Luke up for a rest and another sesssion of long, passionate kissing. Then, he gently turned him over. He carressed Luke's sweet little bottom for a few moments, relishing it. Then, he......

* * * * *

"My God!" Luke said, remembering, "You fucked my ass!"

"Hoo boy," Roger said languidly, leaning back, "Did I ever!"

"And, Oh my God! I fucked your ass!" Luke cried.

"And, how!" Roger remarked with gusto.

Luke remembered everything in seconds. The images hit him with such force that he had to lie back down again. Roger smiled and pulled him into a cuddle.

"My God!" Luke said again, "I think we only fell asleep about two hours ago.

"I'd say an hour," Roger said, yawning, "You are one little marathoner."

"Oh, no!" Luke cried,jacknifing up again, "The cauldron!"

"Will you relax?" Roger said, pulling him down again, "I took care of it. Or rather, I made you take care of it. Remember?"

"Yes, actually."

They lay in peace for a moment.

"But I thought you were going to teach me how to use your Wand?" Max asked.

"I did. And it's your wand now."

Luke sat up on his elbow and raised an eyebrow skeptically, "And how," he asked, "was a night of marathon sex, teaching?"

Well," Roger replied, "I taught you an induction process. I taught you how to make someone do your bidding, things they would not normally do. And I taught you about post-hypnotic suggestions by giving you one first hand. That should be enough for you to give old Morrkon an attitude adjustment."

Luke thought about it. "Huh, you're right. Thanks. And it was great marathon sex, by the way."

He leaned over and brushed Roger's lips with a long, soft kiss. It was a sweet kiss. It was a kiss of goodbye.

"But now you've really got to go," he said.

"WHAT!" Roger cried.

"Morrkon said he was going to be back in the morning. When he means morning, he means really early morning. "If he finds us both in his bed, we'll be dead men."

"What, you mean you don't share these furs?"

"Are you kidding? I sleep over there," Luke said, pointing to a pile of soiled straw.

"Yuck! That's got to be one of the first things to change," Roger commented.

"Yeah, sure," Max answered hurriedly, "Now come on, he can't find you here."

As if on cue, from outside, still far away, but rapidly approaching, came Morrkon's voice, "Luke, wake up boy, I'm home. That cauldron better be burning or you ass is going to be mine!"

"Sorry, Morrkon, Roger said softly, "But it looks like it's going to be the other way round."

"Will you hurry up!"Luke hissed.

"Sure, sure," Roger said. He stood and crooked a finger. His clothes jumped up with a life of their own, flew over and dressed him at a magical speed that made Luke's head spin, "Just remember, just keep tight hold of the Wand and you'll be safe from its power. Good luck, Max. Oh, one more thing. When you're finished with it try to find a poor soul who's in your shoes now and pass it on, just as I've done. OK?"

"OK, OK! Go, quick!"

"Goodbye, Max. We'll meet again. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!"

The last words echoed and faded as Roger wavered, rippled, and vanished from Luke's life.

A single tear rolled down his cheek. "Goodbye!" Luke whispered brokenly.

Then Luke pulled on his tunic, hid the Wand under his straw, hurriedly straightened Morrkon's furs and was just walking over to the door to greet his master when it crashed open.

Morrkon was home.

Chapter 3

The Revenge

"Good morning, master. I trust you had a successful night."

Morrkon held up a small pouch in weary triumph. "I managed to get two clippings before he woke up and chased me out. Not much, but better than nothing." He stalked into the cave.

"That's wonderful, master. Perhaps next time we could go together and battle him toge...."

Morrkon whirled on him. He laughed a short, contemptuous laugh. "Together? Are you serious? Ha! You're not even remotely ready for something like that!

"Well," Luke answered tightly, Perhaps if you just gave me a chance. Just one chance to prove..."

"Why aren't you wearing any pants?"

The question came out of the blue. Normally, it would have thrown Luke off kilter, embarrassed him. But today was different Today was new and better and Luke was going to be damned before he let anyone spoil it.

"I just got up," he said. "I barely had time to throw this on before you came crashing in like a grizzly bear. You're lucky I'm wearing anything at all."

Luke smiled to himself as he watched the flash of surprise on Morrkon's face. That was probably the first time he ever processed that image before!

Morrkon recovered quickly and stalked over to the cauldron.

"Well at least you did something right. Are you sure this has been boiling all night. If it hasn't, the spell won't work and my trip will have been in vain!"

"Yes, yes, all night. So what is this thing supposed to do anyway?"

"It's a potion to turn you into a white marble statue. It only needed to boil all night on the full moon and these toe nails."

He dropped them in. The potion turned from an angry red to blue to purple to green and finally settled to a buttery yellow. There was a small explosion.

"It's done. Drink up."

"WHAT?! A statue? Why?"

"I'm going to start a rock garden outside. You'll make an excellent centerpiece."

"That's not what I meant! Why would you do such a thing? Haven't I served you faithfully these years?"

"Well Luke, it looks like we're down to the wire here, so I'll level with you. This spell will only work on a 19 year old. The night you came begging at my door, I was on my way out to kidnap one. But then, there you were, delivered right to my door, all eager and willing. So I thought, hey why not wait a few years, he'll be perfect. I'll let him do a few chores, teach him a few spells, the time'll speed by. Well, time's up, Luke. Drink up." Morrkon shoved a cup full of the yellow liquid at Luke.

"NO!" Luke yelled, backing up, "Oh that is it! That is really it! I have had it with you. You're not just mean and nasty and abusive, you're evil. Pure evil. And I'm going to make you pay!"

"Really, Luke there's no use for these histrionics. There's nothing you can do, so drink up!"

Luke batted the cup from the magician's hand. It smashed on the floor and the liquid puddled on the floor. "There is something I can do! Something I will do!" he shouted.

He ran over to the straw. He turned around and held up the Wand.

In his hand, the Wand was much different. It was simply a long stick with a dull, round stone attached to the top. It seemed nothing special.

As Luke held up the Wand, a blue glow surrounding Morrkon like an erethral dust cover, turned on.

"Luke, what is that? Come on, stop stalling. Hey, why is my hypnotic shield on?"

The Wand vibrated slightly in Luke's hand. As Luke gripped it more securely, a red beam shot out of the stone. The beam struck the blue shield and instantly dissolved it.

With his shield gone, Morrkon's gaze was caught and held by the magic Wand.

"Luke, what is happening....what is.....what is....what is THAT?"

As Morrkon stared dully at the Wand, Luke felt a thrill run through his body, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

"Look harder," he said, trying to remember Roger's soothing tone and mimic it, "And tell me what you see."

"It's me, "he said, "Riding that dragon, flying high in the sky."

Luke rolled his eyes. He should have known. That selfish wizard dreamed of dominating everything! Well, not for long!

"What an interesting sight! Focus in on it, don't let it get away. Let the vision get clearer and clearer. Let everything else, the cave, the world fade away. Further and further away."

"Yeeeesssss......" Morrkon sighed.

"Watch the vision and hear nothing but my voice. As you watch yourself masterfully riding the dragon, you will discover your limbs growing heavier and heavier. Your legs, arms are like lead, so heavy they are being drawn down, down down to the floor until finally you fall to your knees. Down , down, down.

Slowly, Morrkon slid to his knees.

"Your eyes are growing heavy now, Morrkon, heavier and heavier. Feel them closing, closing, closing, as if they have lead weights on them. There is nothing but the heaviness and the sound of my voice. The heaviness is permeating your entire body now, drawing you down, down, down into a deep, deep sleep where you will hear my voice and obey it completely. Do you understand, Morrkon?

Morrkon was on his knees with his head lolled forward, his eyes cemented tight shut. The sight gave Luke an instant hard on.

"Yes, I understand."

"Good. I'm going to count backwards from ten to one and with each number will feel 100x heavier, will fall 100x deeper into sleep, yet you will still hear my voice perfectly and obey it completely. Ten, 100x deep sleep, nine, you hear my voice clearly, eight, 100x deeper, you will obey my voice, seven, 100x deeper asleep, my voice is the only thing you hear and you will obey it completely, six, 100x deeper, 100x heavier, five..."

Morrkon fell from his knees to a supine position.

"...five, deeper and deeper Morrkon, past the point of no return, you are unable to wake up without my permission, four, my will is your command, three, 100x deep asleep, my word is law, two, my wish is your command, one, you are completely in my power. Say it!"

"I am completely in your power."

"Morrkon, you may think you are in a deep, deep sleep, but now I'm going to count from ten to one again and with each number you will go 100x deeper asleep and 100x more under my power. Do you understand?'

Yes, I understand."

"Good, ten, nine, eight..."

Luke repeated this induction process four times until he was sure that Morrkon was nothing more than a shell of a man, a puppet who would not wake until Luke told him it was OK to do so. It would not do for Morrkon to break the bonds of his own mind. Luke shuddered at the thought of Morrkon's wrath.

"....three, two, one. Morrkon, can you hear me?"

"Yes, master."

Luke knew he had to be careful. Even though he was really hot for Morrkon, he didn't want to rush things. He wanted this to last.

"OK, Morrkon. Whenever you hear me and only me say "Abracadabra" you will fall into a deep sleep 100x deeper than this and 100x deeper than that whenever I say this phrase. When you are in this sleep you will listen only to my voice and obey any command. I will be your master. Understand?

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, master."

"Stand up, Morrkon."

Morrkon stood.

"All right Morrkon, listen to me very carefully, because this is important. In a few minutes, I'm going to wake you and when I do, you will remember nothing since you have been in my trance. However, although you won't remember being in trance or the commands I am about to give you, they will remain in your subconcious and you will follow them to the letter. Understand?"

"Yes, master."

"First, when you wake you will wonder what the hell you were thinking, wanting to turn me to stone. I am your faithful apprentice and you want to train and teach me everything you know. You will be so shocked by your actions that you will dump the cauldron out at once. Second, you will not hit me anymore. Anytime you even feel the urge to hit me, you will be overcome by dizziness and you will feel as if you are shrinking as small and helpless as a mouse. As soon as you lose the urge, things will return to normal. Understand?"

"Yes, master."

"Finally, do you remember when I made that comment about wearing nothing at all?"

"Yes."

"How did that make you feel?"

"Anticipated. I was looking forward to having you as a naked statue."

"Why?"

"Because I knew I'd never see you naked in the flesh. And...and...?"

"And what?" Remember, you must tell me the complete truth."

"And....I wanted to see you in the flesh. I've been wanting to for a long time."

Luke's heart leaped. "OK, look. When you wake, every half an hour, an image of me naked will fill your mind. That's every half an hour. This will only stop when you invite me to share your bed and tell me to throw that soiled straw onto the compost heap. And you will tell me nicely, understand?"

"Yes, master."

"Good, you will wake up, remembering nothing when I next say your name."

Luke hid the Wand under his tunic and cleaned up the broken cup.

"Morrkon, is everything all right?"

"Eh, what's going on? What happened?"

"I think you must be tired after your eventful night, Morrkon, my master. I think you started to doze a little."

"Oh. Now what was I doing?"

"You were planning to turn me into a statue."

"I was? My God, I was! What was I thinking! You've been my faithful apprentice for 3 long years. My God, what was I thinking?!" he repeated.

Morrkon rushed over to the cauldron and dumped the contents into the fire in one swift movement. The fire hissed and fizzled, then flared high with a great roar before returning to normal. The potion was consumed utterly.

Luke heaved a sigh of relief.

Luke put on the rest of his clothes and went outside for some fresh air. Exactly a half hour later he came back into the cave to find Morrkon staring off into space and stroking his crotch.

"Morrkon, I'm back from my walk. Is there..."

"Morrkon jumped a foot in the air.

"Luke, how dare you sneak up on me! I'll teach you to..."

Luke stood his ground.

As Morrkon moved forward, he suddenly stopped, clutched at his forehead and swayed on his feet. He groaned and leaned dangerously forward.

Luke rushed over and caught him before he fell. "Master, master, are you all right?"

Morrkon looked up at Luke with wide eyes filled with fear. "No, no, I..." He shook his head and fell onto his knees. Then he took a deep breath and shook his head and kept his head down.

"I'm fine, Luke. Just get out for a while."

"But master, if you're ill..."

"Just get out! Get out!" Morrkon yelled.

Luke went out, smiling slightly. It was working.

Morrkon was left alone with his jumbled thoughts. What was happening to him?

He was in the middle of reading a spell book when suddenly he had been hit with powerful erotic images of Luke, buck naked, with all his young muscles rippling. Funny, he had never thought of Luke as more than a passing fantasy, but this vision--wowza! Then, when Luke had come in, Morrkon had been ready to tear him from limb from limb. But as soon as he had started forward, he had been hit with such a wave of dizziness and nausea that he had almost puked his guts out right in front of Luke! Not only that, when he looked up, he saw that Luke was towering over him, like a giant of the lowlands! What on earth was happening to him?

Six hours later, at lunchtime Morrkon was looking a little frazzled. After eight erotic episodes, his eyes were wild and he held his mug of mead with shaking hands.

Luke ate his roast boar sandwich in amusement. He loved the way Morrkon's gaze continually roamed over his body, finally resting to stare at his crotch whenever he thought Luke wasn't watching. But Luke was watching.

"So, master, what are you going to do today?" Luke asked innocently.

Morrkon jumped, spilling his mead. With an effort, he dragged his gaze upward. Luke deliberately gazed into Morrkon's green eyes. Morrkon stared back. There was a moment of silence. Morrkon gulped.

"Master?"

Morrkon jumped again and focussed. "Um, yes, well, today I think I'll have you study the levitation spells. Have I taught you levitation, yet?"

"Only the basics."

"Well, it's high time you learned more. After all, I want to teach you all I know. You can't be my apprentice forever, you know."

"Oh don't worry, " Luke smiled, "I won't."

Morrkon didn't have time to figure out Luke's enigmatic statement, for a that moment another vision of Luke naked, assaulted his imagination.

Luke smiled at Morrkon's wide-eyed expression. Payback was sweet.

Two hours and one magic lesson later, Luke was sent outside again. Morrkon was definitely coming apart at the seams. Luke left him pacing the cave like a wild animal and muttering to himself. The magician couldn't stop shaking and his long hair was wild and disheveled. Luke thought he never looked better.

Half an hour later, Luke peeked in again. Morrkon was holding his head, his eyes wide, "Here we go again," he murmured, "Oh my, oh my, wowza, wowza, wowza!"

"Master, I can't help but notice that something's wrong. Please tell me."

"I can't. You'll laugh."

"I won't laugh.I promise." Luke ran his fingers once through Morrkon's hair and surged with satisfaction as he felt Morrkon give a shudder.

"All right. I've been picturing you naked all day. I can't help it."

"Really! How do I look?"

"You look great. I mean..."

"Well thank you, master. You look great too."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I picture you naked all the time. I've had a crush on you for ages. I guess you must have one on me now too."

"Really? I do? Yes, that must be it. I guess I've fallen in love with you."

Luke sat gently on Morrkon's lap and put his arms around his neck. "Well, it's about time." he said softly and kissed him.

Morrkon hesitated for a moment and then returned the kiss. Their combined forces were explosive. All of Morrkon's pent up energy was released and he kissed Luke like a wild man ravishing Luke's tongue, lips, neck for a long time. Luke loved it.

Finally, they took a break. Morrkon said, "You know, I've wanted to do that for a long time. I'm sorry I've been so mean. Since this changes things, why don't you take that straw out to be composted and you can sleep with me from now on.

Immediately, a great weight seemed to be lifted from his shoulders. He gave a great sigh of contentment.

"Before you go , give me another kiss."

Luke leaned forward and said, "Abracadabra."

Morrkon fell back in his chair in his deep sleep.

"Morrkon, I want you to picture me naked every three hours instead of a half hour. I can't let you lose interest after all. These images will always be pleasant and be erotic and only serve to make you happy, OK?

"Yes, master."

"Also, tomorrow, you will have an overwhelming compulsion to shave your beard. Instead of making you look wise, it's suddenly going to make you look old. And you're only 27, after all. Repeat all that."

Morrkon did.

"I'm going to kiss you now and when I do, you will wake up remembering nothing."

Luke kissed him.

Later that night, Luke lay on Morrkon's furs for the second time in his life. The smelly straw was gone as were Luke's worries for the future. Just like Roger, Luke had made Morrkon his slave and lover.

Luke watched said slave and lover remove the last of his clothes revealing a huge, broad chest that Luke had been lusting for for 3 years. Morrkon''s legs were like tree trunks and you could grate cheese with his abs.

Luke told him so, and Morrkon laughed softly.

"Thank you, my love. You're not so bad yourself."

Morrkon looked down with the eyes Luke had seen in the Wand the night before. Only this time it was real. Luke couldn't be happier.

That night, Luke and Morrkon made love that surpassed all of Luke's wildest wet dreams. Two bodies combined to make one soul. And armed with his Wand and his magic word, Luke planned on keeping it like that, for all time.

His revenge was complete.

THE END

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