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The Wizard's Wager

By the Hypnotized Quill

The wizard frowned at the creature in front of him, the weasel crossing his arms and looking incredulous.

"A wager? And what do I get if I win," asked the wizard. He was a young, lean weasel wizard who had just graduated from his wizard university. He wore a blue wizard hat and robes that weren't too clingy but did show off his body type.

"Well, if you win I'll give you access to all my necromantic powers," came a deep, warm voice that seemed to fill the wizard's head more than his ears. The ghost smiled a wicked grin. He had eyes with multicolored rings of pale blue, yellow, pink, and green. It was a traditional kind of ghost with no legs, instead having a long tapered tail. It had beefy arms over a barrel chest and a smooth, simple-featured head. It wore a cloak that did nothing to hide its... bulge? What did a ghost even need with a member?

The wizard frowned and tapped his chin. The ghost had appeared in his teleportation circle, claiming to have been sent by one of his colleagues. The wizard, Barth, wasn't a necromancer, but having his conjuration and transmutation magic being bolstered by necromancy...that couldn't hurt. "And what if I lose," He asked after several minutes of thinking.

The ghost beamed a wicked grin, licking over its lips, obviously excited that the boi seemed to be biting. "Then you forfeit your life. Power over death for your life, seems fair, doesn't it," asked the ghost, his voice suddenly taking on several layers, making the wizard's head tingle and his vision go a bit blurry as his thoughts scattered as if disturbed by a shockwave.

"Wh-wha!? NO," he exclaimed, backing away as the ghost approached him, slowly floating forward. Those eyes, those rings, started to tunnel inwards, grabbing his attention and pulling it into those empty, bottomless pits.

"Oh come on, you don't even know what the wager is~ I'm sure a powerful wizard like you could do just fine," the ghost said in a soothing, warm voice as he leaned forward, pushing his face up against the wizard's. Those eyes tunneled and filled his entire vision while he grinned even wider. "All you have to do my dear wizard... is avoid ejaculating for an hour. That's all. You just can't blow your load. If you do, well, that load will have more than just your seed, it'll have your soul and essence in it," the ghost continued, his growing bulge pressing into the stomach of the wizard.

The wizard gulped hard and stared deeper, letting out a soft groan as he inhaled the cool, humid musk of the ghost. Wait, did ghosts have musk, or was it just his imagination? He knew ghosts could create sensory illusions, that's what this had to be. It was cool and sharp, like the must of a book in a cold library, but it was... alive somehow. It seemed to fill his lungs and spread a chill through his body. "I don't... know...." he stammered out, unable to hide his throbbing erection in his robes.

"Just say yes, and keep it together for an hour," the ghost said in a firm, instructive tone layered with the subtle power of a charm.

"Y-yeah, sure," the wizard said, eliciting a grin from the ghost as he pulled away and began to vanish. The wizard blinked and frowned.

"Just relax, and enjoy the next hour, I'm sure nothing can go wrong," came the sinister, smooth chuckle as the ghost vanished from sight.

An hourglass appeared in the wizard's study with grains of sand already falling. The wizard blinked and shrugged and went back to his work. What had he been doing before the hourglass showed up? It must not have been important.

Barth sat at his desk, scribing new spells into his spell book when he started to shiver. His eyes went wide as he felt something cool sliding both up and down his back and front at the same time. They felt like hands, but they held an icy sting to their touch that seemed to pierce right through his robes. It sent a jolt up and down his spine, an unsettling sensation. After a moment it began to subside into a cool, tingling thrum of pleasant touch, with just an edge of something almost slick or slimy to the finger-like probings at his lower back and groin.

The ghost grinned to itself, hovering above the wizard, amused by the wizard failing his save against a low level suggestion spell and a memory modification charm. He hummed and worked the four hands playing across the weasel's body, teasing the boy.

Barth groaned and squirmed as fingers pressed under his tail and started to fill him with a cool, tingling sensation accompanied by what felt like a jelly filling his pucker around the fingers. He felt another hand grab his hair from behind and yet another grabbing at his member under his robes. It started to stroke him, pumping him quickly with that same cool jelly feeling lubrication that gave his member a pleasant tingling.

"Fifty minutes," the ghost mused into the boy's head, smirking to himself, assured by the boy's immediate reaction to the hands that he wouldn't last the whole hour. He'd been wrong before, so he wasn't about to count his bums before they were fucked, but from this little wizard's reactions, he was fuuuuucked.

The wizard scribbled more, panting as he felt his body stimulated by the ghostly hands. Suddenly there was a disembodied member floating in front of his face, the engorged tip throbbing seemingly in time with his own heart beat, translucent pre dripping from the blue tip.

"Open your mouth," came the deep voice in his head. Did he know that voice? The wizard opened his muzzle and shuddered as he felt the cool tip press into it, feeling the pulsing and throbbing not just in his muzzle but his mind. It was a relaxing, satisfying feeling. It was so easy to just feel it throbbing as it slid into his throat. He gagged at first at the taste of cold, tingling minty jelly filling his mouth and throat. The soothing tingle relaxed his throat enough to let it push in and start thrusting. The attached balls slapped his chin as it hilted over and over in his muzzle.

"Just relax, and enjoy the sensation of being filled. You don't have to worry about the 40 minutes left," came the voice again as the wizard was helped up from his chair and bent over his desk as the ghostly cock fucked his throat roughly now.

"Ggghhhggllrr..." came the confused sound from the wizard whose cock was throbbing wildly in the stroking paw. The wizard seemingly knew what was coming next as he raised up his tail, showing off that shapely rump with that not-so-virgin pucker being displayed as the pair of hands pulled the cheeks apart. Another ghostly, disembodied cock formed behind him with its dripping tip pressing against his pucker.

"Wouldn't it feel so good to just cum right now? Just to blow your entire load, consequences be damned," asked the voice, so familiar now, so entwined with his own thoughts.

That wouldn't be so bad, would it? Just to cum? Nothing bad could happen just from cumming once. It wasn't like he had made a bet about this very thing, right? He felt his balls aching as they were cupped by one of the ghostly hands down at his nethers, stroking his cock with one and gripping the churning nuts in the other. He let out a low, whimpering moan as he felt his balls swelling from just how pent up he was. How long had it been since he'd cum? Days? Weeks? It had to have been months. With finals on his mind and then establishing his very own tower, he hadn't had time to see to his carnal needs.

"Nothing worse than a pent up wizard. You could make so many tragic mistakes if you're suddenly distracted by how attractive that incubus you summoned was, or how good it might feel to let a slime creature just have its way with you. No, it'd be so much better to just let go and give into all that pleasure, to let yourself have your release. I promise life will be so much more simple with just... one... orgasm," to accentuate his points with every pause between the words the hands stroked, the cocks thrusted, and he could feel a thrum of pleasure fill him.

The wizard was getting so close now, feeling that building orgasm, but there was something deeper there that was making his heart race. He felt a building dread, like an icy claw gripping at his heart, a sinking in his stomach. Something was telling him he was in danger, that if he didn't make the right decision, that if he acted wrong he would doom himself, probably forever.

"Don't listen to that voice," came the warm, soothing voice that promised pleasure and release. "It wants you to be pent up, it wants you to deny yourself the pleasure," to punctuate it, the cock in his tail hole pushed in deep and slow, then began to pound in sync with the cock that was pounding his throat. "Just relax. You don't need to think anymore, just enjoy the sensation of my chill washing through you, numbing that sense of danger. A horny little wizard like you just needs someone to show them how to let loose. I promise I'll take good care of you," the voice said with a laugh. It came across to the wizard's addled mind as a laugh that he was in on the joke for, but the real laugh was wicked and deceitful.

It wouldn't be that bad, then, if the voice would take care of him. He began to let himself enjoy the ghostly sex more fully, bobbing his head on the cock, grabbing the heavy balls and pulling the cock deeper, and pushing his ass back on the cock more eagerly as it spread him and filled him with what felt like a large, but hollow insertion.

"Good boy, just relax, and realize that when you cum, you'll be giving up your life, giving up your duties and responsibilities as a wizard. You'll become my ghostly minion, your life forfeit, your powers put to use serving me. That sounds so good, doesn't it? Just serving your new Master forever as a ghost, just ending your life for the pleasure of eternal damnation and servitude..." the ghost said with a warm chuckle, letting the reality sink into the wizard's mind as he was so close to giving in.

The wizard's eyes went from half-lidded with mindless pleasure to suddenly wide and alert. Now he remembered. He was in a contest with this ghost! He needed to hold on for...

"Ten minutes," The ghost completed the thought with a wicked chuckle. "Starting to become lucid, eh? This is my favorite part. The panic and despair as you inch closer and closer. Then the undeniable pleasure of feeling yourself dooming your soul to my enslavement. Go ahead, buddy. Try and resist," the ghost taunted, knowing the wizard was beyond the point of turning back now.

The wizard struggled, whimpering as he was slammed back down onto his chair with his legs being pulled up by a pair of hands as the cock in his ass slammed in deeper and deeper suddenly growing in size as it bulged out his tight stomach. The cock in his throat face-fucked him harder, making him flail his arms about as he tried to shake his head in a vain attempt at escape.. A ghostly mouth, disembodied and smiling at him slid over his cock and began to deep throat his cock while applying a milking suction. The wizard's eyes crossed as he felt that impending doom spread through his body and mind. His breath hitched, his heart sank, and his mind screamed as he hit the edge of orgasm.

"CUM," came the voice in many layers of commanding power laced within a powerful enchantment spell.

The wizard was far too new and weak to resist a power word like that. He suddenly convulsed and wildly bucked his hips as he experienced the single most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced and would ever experience in his life. He spasmed as his eyes slammed shut and he came, over and over, blowing thick, heavy loads of seed into the mouth, which filled up with the seed, a condom-like vessel drooping from behind the lips.

"Good, good! Just keep cumming. There's no stopping it, there's no going back! Just embrace it, minion! You're MINE NOW," came the booming voice as the ghost appeared in front of him, pulling the doomed wizard's eyes open and staring into them as he watched the light leave the wizard's eyes.

It felt like an eternity of orgasms as he came and came and came. Each orgasm left his limbs and head feeling colder and colder and less solid, less real. He gurgled as the ghost cocks came in him, filling him up with that icy sensation. When it finally subsided he saw the ghost staring into his eyes. He felt lighter and less substantial than just moments before. He looked down at himself, and saw an empty body slumped onto the floor, glowing ectoplasm drooling from his mouth and tailhole. He saw this through a light blue filter that made things hazy, and realized as he shifted that he was looking through his own ghostly form.

"AAAAAHHHH!!!!" He let out a shriek, realizing just how fucked he was. He was a pale blue ghost in the same general form as when he had...died? Crossed over? No, his body was still breathing, still gushing from that half hard cock. His soul, his essence, however, was gone. "Turn me back," he pleaded in a heightened, cracking voice that sounded hollow and far away even to himself.

"You knew the deal, kid. You cum, you lose. You came, quite a lot actually, quite a number of times. You're fucked and I own your soul now. We'll give your body over to some doll maker of a witch or something who can sell it as a sex doll," the ghost said with a booming, wicked laugh. He sneered at the new ghost and grabbed the wizard's cock and stroked it.

"Oooohhhh," groaned the ghostly wizard. He felt more and more insubstantial as his legs began to fade and fuse together into a long, wispy tail. While his legs were gone his package and rump were spared, sexualizing him further. He felt the dread settle in, and there was something else settling in too. Acceptance. He knew this was his master, and his master was right; he made the bet and he lost.

"You're mine now, slave boy, my minion. Get that through your head now. You'll never be anything more than a minion to me, but I take good care of my minions as long as they behave. Now, show me your little black address book of other wizards, I'm not done collecting yet," he boomed out with another laugh.

The minion smiled a dreamy smile, gushing a load of ectoplasm into the air as he came again as his first icy orgasm spread through his entire being. He forgot his name, he forgot his worries. He looked around and saw several other wizard-y looking ghosts around him. They were all male ghosts in various colors and they all had a drooling smile on their faces. Minions just obeyed, and minions just served. Whoever the next wizard was would get the same treatment as he did, with his own disembodied cock, hands, and mouth serving to doom the next minion-to-be.

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