Into the Woods

By moc.liamg@swerdna.nave.rm

Published on Jan 21, 2023

Gay

Into the Woods Chapter 3: Magic Wand Evan Andrews 2023

This is a fan fiction.

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Birdsong.

This-- was definitely not the tavern Flynn Rider had walked into last night!

The occasionally altruistic young ne'er-do-well with obsessive acquisition disorder opened a single eye and looked around. Dammit, someone had dumped him in the woods. Wait. Fuck. Had these same people emptied his pockets, he wondered? Or did he still have...?

Oddly he did. Imagine that.

As he struggled up into a sitting position, he took in his surroundings. The clearing in the woods wasn't familiar, but then he never paid close attention to woods. They all possessed a dreary sameness, and there was nothing interesting to pick up.

Or was there?

In the middle of this clearing stood a small waist high altar, or perhaps it was just a plinth. (Flynn wasn't sure he knew the difference.) Fashioned out of carved white marble, it almost glowed, and on it lay a stick. Wonderful, a stick. Flynn reclaimed his status as a featherless biped and stepped towards it—cautiously. I mean, who leaves sticks on altars in secluded clearings in creepy woods? This totally stank of set-up, and Flynn hated traps. Well, unless he'd engineered them.

Suddenly, Flynn heard commotion in the undergrowth behind him—a large, pisssed-off commotion. Turning to face the disturbance, the sometimes thief assumed a stance from which he could either slip into "Put up your dukes" or "Don't hurt me" depending on what emerged. He watched as a tall, muscular young man stumbled pushed through a particularly tenacious bush and stumbled into the clearing. Naked except for an intriguingly wrapped loincloth, this vision had straight black hair which he had tied up into a topknot and strong commanding eyes. If he hadn't been red in the face and disheveled beyond belief me might have been male model material. And Flynn couldn't manage to do anything but stare at the next-to-naked young man. Wow. Forests, in his experience, seldom came with hot and cold running hunks like this.

The newcomer haughtily drew himself up to his full height and demanded, "Who are you?"

Harsh. Commanding. Almost regal. And oh yeah, Flynn should probably answer the question.

"Uhm uh, oh yeah, Flynn. Flynn Rider. Hi. And you would be?"

"Li Shang, captain of the army of the Middle Kingdom. What is this place?!"

Middle Kingdom? Wow,' Flynn thought, If that's what I think it is, then someone is definitely a long way from home.'

"You probably know more than I do," Flynn said. "I mean I just woke up, while it looks like you've actually been in the woods."

"Ah, that explains why you still have clothes," Li Shang said with a tone of aggrieved petulance. "The court dress I woke up in got caught on all manner of thorns in the woods and was torn away leaving me in this ridiculous state."

"Gosh, sorry," Flynn said. He feigned sympathy but the revealed scenery was definitely worth Li Shang's inconvenience. "At least it's good weather for it... Uh, I mean, you're not going to freeze or take a chill or anything like that. Or... um..."

The fuck? Flynn wondered. Where had that tripe come from? He usually wasn't this tongue-tied. In fact it was his tongue he relied on to get him out of trouble. (That it got him into trouble as often as not was a fact he preferred to overlook.)

Li Shang looked around with disdain (internally rolling his eyes at the peasant lout) and demanded, "And what's that?!"

The captain pointed at the altar and the—no, now that Flynn thought about it, the stick obviously wasn't a stick because who leaves a simple stick on an altar in a mysterious woods. The thief was pretty sure now that the foot of slender wood must be a wand. A magic wand. Worse and worse luck. You never came out on top when magic was involved, or may it was just Flynn who didn't.

"Uh, do you know what a magic wand is?" Flynn asked innocently.

"Wand? Magic? What magic uses wands?" Li Shang said dismissively. Magic was the province of Taoists and grandmothers.

Thank heaven,' Flynn thought. For a moment I thought he was going to...'

"But if it IS a magic wand, what do you think it does?" Li Shang asked as he grabbed up the wand from its resting place.

"Careful!" Flynn warned as fairy lights blinked into being in the bushes around them. The points of light rose into the air and began to circle the altar—and, incidentally, Flynn and Li Shang, who were too busy squabbling to notice.

"Don't wave that around," Flynn warned. "We have no idea what its power is."

As the young thief finished, Li Shang suddenly pointed the wand at Flynn.

"Power?" Li Shang said as the wand glowed at the tip. "If you're a magic wand, show me your power."

Nothing so blatant as a beam of light shot out of the tip to catch Flynn straight in the chest. However, unbidden, Flynn fell to his knees. His jaw sagged open, and he stared up in awe at the Midrealmer. He should have been angry or alarmed, but instead...

Fuck,' Flynn thought, I think I'm in love. Or at least in lust.'

Clearly Li Shang was of similar mind. His own cock stiffened and began to strain at the confines of his loincloth. Meanwhile, Flynn's own member returned the regard.

"Uh... Uh... Uh..." was all Flynn could manage.

Stammering, Flynn watched as Li Shang begin to glow—not glow with light, but with presence and charisma. The captain's nipples stiffened, and an ineffable hunger began to burn in his eyes. Wait, did eyes do that? Oh, yeah. Magic. Fuck.

And as the vision of manliness smoldered, Flynn grew desperate to worship this man's body.

"Well," Li Sang said as his left hand absently groped his package, "You don't appear to know anything useful, so I suppose I'll have to find some other way for you can be of service."

"Service," Flynn whispered hungrily, and he licked his lips.

The Midrealmer stepped up to Flynn, still rubbing his pouch, and, working the cloth aside, revealing a hard, purple-brown cock.

"Uh, Li Shang," Flynn began, but the Midrealmer interrupted him.

"Shut up and suck my dick, boy," the captain said with another wave of the wand.

It was hardly necessary. The first flick of the wand had turned the trick. Flynn took the rock-hard cock in his hand and stared at the member. One eye stared down two, the first weeping and the second wide with wonder. Amateur though Flynn was, he all but inhaled the man's dick and started worshipping it with his mouth. Lips slid up and down the silky skin covering the engorged rigidity, and Flynn's tongue licked across those parts of Li Shang's anatomy that always afforded Flynn the most joy when he pleasured himself.

"Ah!" Li Shang sighed. "You, boy, are better at this than I thought you'd be. I thought only prostitutes possessed such skill."

Prostitutes?!' Flynn thought. I'll show you prostitutes!'

With that, he added grazing teeth to his worship of the monster cock.

Li Shang started to laugh, "What? You don't like the comparison? You're not in the trade? Well, perhaps you suck cock it for fun. I've heard that there are men who do. Let's see if you're one."

The captain grabbed Flynn by the back of his head and pulled the young thief all the way down on his shaft. A man-lover with as much skill as this boy demonstrated should be able to take the engorged meat fully into his throat.

"Mrggl!" Flynn protested wide-eyed, and he waved his arms around as he gagged on the captain's eggroll.

"None of that." LI Shang said. "Submit and take my big cock down your throat!"

Much as Flynn was smitten with Li Shang, he wasn't ready to roll over and pee himself just because some muscle stud said to. The young thief decided to make the captain work for it!

Li Shang's blunt head pressed against Flynn's guardian, and a battle of meat versus mind ensued. The Midrealmer pulled out and slammed back in time and time again, and the thief's throat intuited the timing and met every thrust with a determined defense—until the one time it didn't. Li Shang had not achieved his rank for nothing. He was a cunning strategist. Once he'd convinced the kneeling boy's throat that it could predict his rhythm, it was the work of a second to alter his own timing and meet an unresisting oral track with his fuck-meat.

"Ghrgh!" Flynn protested.

"Yes!" Li Shang crowed.

His eyes screwed shut as his cock forced its way past the guard and filled Flynn's throat. Flynn tried for a few moments to reject Li Shang's shaft and then, realizing the captain had honestly won the game he himself had set up, the young thief did his best to ride the skull-fucking Li Shang was forcing on him.

"Glugh! Glugh! Glugh!" Flynn gargled as Li Shang's shaft filled him over and over.

"Yes! Fuck! Tight! Hot!" Li Shang cried out. "Fuck!"

Opening his eyes, Li Shang looked down at Flynn's face and watched as the boy's features evolved from those of a put-upon victim to something he hadn't expected. The eyes now looking up at him, the ones that had originally pleaded for him to stop, now, as the face-fucking continued, grew wide. Surprise—that he could take such a pummeling no doubt—gave way to acceptance, and finally to delight. Flynn had given in and was really getting off on being recast as Li Shang's oral cunt.

Fuck,' Flynn marveled as he watched Li Shang's meat plowing his wide-open throat, Can this really be happening?'

The two fuckers never noticed when the tiny points of light drew close and began to run over whatever bare flesh they could find. Li Shang had more, delightfully more in Flynn's eager assessment. Acres and acres of randy soldier stud were available to the lights' magic touch. Mmmm. At length the young thief simply had to bare his own flesh as well. He shucked out of his trademark blue vest and tossed it aside. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip over his shoulders to the ground. The fairy lights were on him in a trice. The tiny sparks ran over the boy's exposed skin, teasing him further into mindless lust.

Neither Flynn nor Li Shang had any real experience with sucking or getting sucked—let alone dealing out or receiving a dedicated skull-fucking. The climax of this tryst, therefore, snuck up on them unawares.

"Cumming," Li Shang cried out suddenly, and his pulsing dick filled Flynn's mouth and throat with a flood of sperm. "Fuck!"

Flynn had undone his britches after losing his shirt. Sliding them down his hips, he had released his own erection, and he was jerking off like he never had before in his life when Li Shang blew his wad. Flynn gagged on Li Shang's massive load, and his throat tightened around the Midrealm stud's shaft, milking it for the last drop while his own dick decided to put on a separate show. All but jumping out of Flynn's hand, the young thief's cock spat a bast straight up into the air with enough force that ropes of sperm ended up landing on his shoulder. If he hadn't had a face full of the captain's dick, Flynn mused, he could even have painted his face with the ropes of his jizz.

Once their balls had emptied, the young men's bodies began to relax in the aftermath of the twin orgasms. Li Shang fell into parade rest. Flynn still had a mouth full of the captain's cock and sperm, and he was wearing his own cum, both on his chest and where later, smaller, shots had run down his woody.

`Fuck,' Flynn thought in the second before his eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed into a heap at Li Shang's feet.

Li Shang looked down at his recent conquest and then at the wand. After pulling the fabric of his loincloth back to cover his softening cock once more, the captain tucked the wand into his waistband. Perhaps it might come in useful later, but for now he needed to find out where he was. He considered leaving the boy to sleep off his experience, but then he saw that Flynn's clothes were still to hand.

`Why should this one have a full suit of clothes when Captain Li Shang has to do without?' he asked himself.

After pulling the britches down Flynn's legs and gathering up the shirt and vest, the captain, with a shrug, balled them up and tossed them all into the woods.

The boy still has a pair of black briefs to cover himself with,' Li Shang reasoned. It's more than I do.'

And on that thought, the captain turned onto a broad path and walked further into the interminable woods.

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Li Shang is gone and Flynn fast asleep when Qasim steps into the clearing. In his hands he holds Flynn's outer garments.

"Now, that was truly interesting, and it's taught us something more about men in these Woods. Some give, and some take."

Kneeling down, he kisses Flynn's cheek, and the sleeping boy smiles and stretches.

Rising to step back into the undergrowth (and taking Flynn's clothes with him) Qasim says, "Sleeping Cutie here is probably a little of each. Maybe. Let's keep watching and see what he does next."

Next: Chapter 4


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