Hanson and Graber (MM)

JMS Books LLC

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 15,160
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When life-long friends Hanson and Graber learn there may be a great wizard on the far side of the woods behind their village, they decide to seek him out. The source of the information may be suspect, but the lure proves too strong. In hopes of learning magic to rise above their current status as Hanson the Pigs and Graber the Firewood, they set out on this quest.

When they meet wizard Holzy, they’re both intrigued and intimidated. He makes them labor and suffer, but eventually begins to teach them the practice he calls “the feat of the wand,” which turns out to impart much energy and knowledge as well as unsuspected pleasures to both men.

A submerged attraction between them comes to the fore as Holzy awakens urges and desires they hardly even dreamed existed. But he keeps them entranced and bound to him. When Holzy makes a mistake, can Hanson and Graber apply their new powers to gain freedom from his spell and be acknowledged as his equals? Will they go home in triumph or be consigned to the salt mines?

Hanson and Graber (MM)
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Hanson and Graber (MM)

JMS Books LLC

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Word Count: 15,160
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When they’d made the fast tour around Holzy’s house, Hanson barely peeked into the bathing room. He had felt -- mistakenly it turned out -- he’d have little need for or interest in such a facility. Now he halted in the doorway. The room looked very bland -- walls of some smooth shiny stuff, almost glassy, that seemed to emit light from an inner glow. Dotting the wall, about head-high, a number of metallic fittings jutted out, heads like half a goose egg on thin, jointed necks. What are those things for? As soon as he took a step into the room, he found out. Sprays of warm water burst out of each one. In a breath, he was soaked. Then some of them began to squirt foamy white liquid, slick when it hit his skin.

A disembodied voice seem to come from above. “Wash yourself, stupid. What do you think all this is for?” A sponge appeared then, hovering in the air right in front of his face. Before the thing slapped him, he grabbed it. Although bathing was not a habit among the denizens of Wolmerk, where a dip in the stream or a stock trough normally sufficed, Hanson had an idea of the rudiments. He began to scrub the sponge over his body. Already half hard before he even reached the room, his cock went totally rigid in a few breaths. His scrubbing slowed, although the sensation was pleasant, and his other hand dropped to grasp his prick, first only clasping but soon moving, back and forth ... He grew too engrossed in sensations to be embarrassed, much less to stop, when Graber wandered in to join him.

It even took a breath or two for Graber’s gasp and the words that followed it to penetrate Hanson’s lust-fogged mind.

“Ye Gads, Hanson. I never knew you were so fruggin big!”

At that, Hanson pivoted to look at his friend. “Not so bad yourself, Graber. That’s a pretty good log you have there, too.” He could not recall Graber being that well-endowed but then they’d rarely seen each other unclad.

Graber looked down at himself, surprise and perhaps satisfaction on his face. He grasped his solid prick and began to stroke it, just as Hanson was doing. Strangely, although they both got harder and hotter, nothing else happened. Hanson thought he was going to explode if he didn’t come soon. What was going on? He’d never lasted this long before.

A deep chuckle sounded from the door way. “You’re catching on, boy-os. You aren’t going to shoot your wad until I permit it. And right now, it’s too much fun to watch you wonk and sweat. File it away; you’re learning the first step in the feat of the wand.”

The overpowering boom of Holzy’s initial greeting was missing but his voice still carried a reverberation of power. Hanson turned to look at the wizard, embarrassed and well-flummoxed at being caught pleasuring himself this way.

The spangled robe was gone, revealing a tall figure, a tall, naked figure, well built and hung like the biggest boar Hanson had ever seen. The massive cock and balls might be a glamour or illusion, but the mage certainly made an impressive sight. His thick reddish prick extended, rigid except for the small twitch it made with each heartbeat.

“Go on, boys, go on. Don’t let my presence impede you. Might as well get used to it, in fact.” His lascivious chortle seemed to echo in the room’s confined space. “I haven’t had such tasty morsels around for much too long. Now I’ve got you for at least a year and I mean to enjoy every moment of it.”

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