1.29.5 Manaclay 2 (Interlewd)
"We do have a Master-mage dynamic, so we won't go too far, but this has plenty of combat purposes as well, especially if you want to keep something alive after a fight."
"It's not like I actually hurt my opponents in a proper fight anyway."
"I wouldn't be so sure, there's lots of ways to use an opponent's abilities against them."
"It wasn't my main job, but I have assisted the mage-hunters before. Nasty business, but there's often a need to figure out exactly what they've done, what they've learned, and who else might be working with them. You can't ask them nicely if they're brain has been replaced by a chunk of granite now can we?"
"Mundanes use rope, chains, and cuffs. Those can still be useful in a few situations, but sometimes mages have to get more creative. You'll be fine, but it still helps to think outside the cave."
"I encased someone with sand and then hardened it, that seemed to work well."
"It probably did, but they were probably the same tier, it's a little sloppy and inefficient. The test for a mage hunter is to be able to kill a beast two tiers higher than themselves and restrain a target a tier higher than themselves."
"That sounds impossible!"
"Sometimes it is, sometimes you just need to have a good way to exploit an opponent's vulnerabilities. I once killed an arcane river serpent, just by building a strong enough dam to prevent it from having enough water. It died in the tidal marshes, a tier four beast killed by some salty water..."
"Brutal, okay then. What do you think I should try?" Vicktor asked without any real ideas, "I will keep that kind of thing in mind though.
"So for that one, I actually used less mana than you would think. There's a few cartographers who can create elevation maps. I slowly made the river erode a new path a dozen miles away. Took a few days to transfer it over and slowly seal off the existing channel. It was honestly pretty shoddy work, but I was the only one with an idea that wasn't 'see if a fireball works in the river' and 'lets get eaten and then cut it from the inside!' I swear Chosen are trying to kill themselves. That idiot survived by the way, I still tease him about it whenever we eat seafood. I married the loveable idiot a few years after my group fished him out of its entrails. Chosen are downright fools, but they are far more durable to make up for it. That wasn't the first or last beast he's ended up inside of. He swears it's not a kink, but at this point..." Master Zert trailed off in thought. It was the first molekin Vicktor had seen, so it was hard to pick out their emotions, but Master Zert definitely was smiling.
"So about restraints?" Vicktor tried to guide the conversation a little bit worried about what exotic kinks this tiny person has. "I have bought some basic stuff "
"Ahh yes, good boy, keep this old gilf in the same tunnel. It's been ages since Violet and I practiced. Thanks for reminding me!"
The mole waddled to a small set of locked cabinets. Without inserting a key, the locks sprang open, revealing an assortment of ropes, chains, and padlocks.
"Come over here and take a look at this with your mage-sight!", the little Master sounded excited.
Vicktor walked a few paces, trying to see if he could see anything without his mage-sight. Everything seemed normal even if there were obviously glyphs on some items.
With some intent, he directed some mana into the inscriptions around his eyes, allowing them to see–
Tiny threads of magic wove in between the threads of the ropes. Small fragments of spent mana drifted off everything, while the ambient mana flooded into them. Something strange was going on with the padlocks, but Vicktor had no clue what it was. There was a strange flux inside the lock that did not seem to emit any mana.
"Spoilers," Master Zert laughed, "soon enough though. Just know there are ways to enhance material properties as well as restrict access to a person WITHOUT a connection to the archive. With the right gear, you might even be able to restrain a city lord for a few seconds. It's actually quite the feat."
It pulled out three long lengths of a black rope, a simple chain and lock from the cabinet; it exhibited no magical properties. With a thought, Vicktor cut the flow to the mage-sight. The small light show before him faded away almost instantly.
Without warning, both of their clothes disappeared and reappeared folded on two nearby stools. It was strange to such a tiny humanoid, even though it looked older than him and he knew Master Zert was far older than him.
"The stage is set, time for bondage." It cackled under its breath.
The process was a slow steady marathon. Master Zert explained all the knots, loops, and methods in front of him before demonstrating them on him. Its wide hands were incredibly nimble, controlling the precise movement of the dark rope as it circled him.
There was a profound strength to the mole as it adjusted the restraints, it forced his calf to meet his thigh on one leg, then on the other leg. After both legs were completely restrained, he was unable to do anything except kneel.
His eyes gazed over the mole as it worked, the small form had tiny pert breasts. Moles are mammals after all.
As he knelt, he examined the artwork that encased his lower half, he noted the elegant crossings of the rope over his skin. Vicktor had never really considered ropes to be art before, but he did now.
There was no pain or overtightening in the ropes, all he felt was a lovely persistent pressure.
It began to weave a harness under his arms and across his chest. The skin under the rope tickled as the master worked slowly securing him
His arms were treated slightly differently to his legs, instead of binding them to the same limb. Master Zert first had him hold his hands behind his back, his fingers intertwined, then it bound his arms to his sides separately to the harness. Finally, it wrapped the last of the black rope around his wrists and secured them in place.
It brought over a tall polished mirror, its pretty breasts reflected slightly in the smooth surface. "Look at yourself, positively radiant! Admire how your body looks, rope takes a long time, part of the process is about enjoying the time it takes to create. Take some time to appreciate yourself. You've grown since we met last."
And so Vicktor did, he silently admired how the rope bit gently into his skin. He gazed upon himself, transformed into a piece of art, the pattern of the knots and loops. Notably his cock and balls were not restrained or covered. His teacher hadn't once touched his manhood during the tying, not even in passing.
"I am letting an arm free and giving you a knife to cut yourself free. On my honor as a Mage and as a teacher, and before the gods themselves. I will not change any aspect of any future teaching because of you deciding to end this now. I also promise that I will not touch you except to unbind your fetters. Let the divine warrant strike me down if I violate this promise."
The promise was only words, yet something about it seemed to shake the fabric of the world. Something clicked into place, just a little bit more connected than before. It took a minute, but his arm was freed from the rope. A knife fell into Vicktor's open palm. Master Zert took a step back and bowed.
"You are free to depart under your own power and without duress."
Vicktor considered its words for a moment, properly weighing the options then decided.
"Take this knife away, retie me. I trust you, Master."
Without a word, the knife disappeared from his palm. The molekin walked over and re-bound his arm, Vicktor looked into the mirror, appreciating the skill of the craftsmanship as well as the creation of art, this time from a different angle.
The ropes were tight enough to restrain but not restrictive enough to cause his extremities to itch or grow purple.
Once he had been fully re-tied, Master Zert brought over the chain. It began doing something with the ropes, but his senses were not attuned to the material. There was a great deal of clattering.
Suddenly, Vicktor was hoisted off the ground from a point on his back. The weight was distributed evenly across his body. It just felt like a strange version of lying on the ground.
Once he was fully suspended a few feet above the air, his silent ascent ceased.
Master Zert adjusted the mirror, Vicktor turned his head to the side. He could see that he was hanging from multiple points attached to a large metal loop.
The molekin moved directly under his groin, making sure to keep Vicktor's cock in-between their eyes through the mirror.
Master Zert began to stroke his cock with its flat palms, the shaft seemed to be the entire length of its torso.
After a few moments, precum began to leak down onto the hands massaging him. Vicktor saw the moles tongue reach out and he felt the long lick all the way up his rod. He shuddered at the wonderful sensation. It hasn't even been a full day since he'd been drained twice by Selia, but he already felt his balls grow full to bursting.
snap snap
Vicktor felt something around his manhood and balls.
"Just a cock-and-ball ring, I need to have my fun too. This Heavenly Beast has no chance of fitting in any of my dainty mole-holes. Tell me when you are about to cum, I have a theory."
It began to massage his cock with its hands, while licking around the head of his cock. The strong hands were trying to milk him. Vicktor moaned almost constantly under the intense pressure.
"Fuck Master, you know what you're doing." He tried to speak, but the force on his cock was incredibly distracting.
"Of course I do, I've been at this a while, even most mundane human penises are too big for me. You learn some tricks." It responded, sometimes pausing to listen to the moans Vicktor was letting out. Vicktor could see how much fun it was having with him. A full smile spread across its face.
Vicktor knew he was going to cum fast, this person had far too much experience and he was far too into the novel experience. After a few moments, his cock began to ache, pushing against the cockring. After a few minutes, his balls felt heavier than ever before. In the time it normally took for him to get into a proper rhythm, he was already so close to his climax. He tried to hold out, to let Zert enjoy the session, but he couldn't, the hands felt so nice, using his precum to lube his throbbing cock. His hips bucked as he tried to fight the urge.
"Hngh, I'm going to–."
snap snap
Master Zert undid the cockring and began to channel mana directly into his balls. Vicktor had never even considered the possibility, but in hindsight it seemed like something he should've tried.
His cock exploded into a geyser. Jets of white pumped out of his quaking cock as he orgasmed. His jizz almost completely covered the waiting mole's face, before more fell onto its small breasts, chest and then finally down onto its knees. Master Zert knelt in silence, stunned by the sheer quantity.
"I wasn't expecting–" Something stopped the mole's words, perhaps some of his seed had ended up on its tongue, "You know, you aren't even really fully chosen yet right? It's already nearly comical and it'll very likely get worse with whatever boons J grants you. I know high tier material creators who would be jealous of this mana to cum conversion ratio."
Vicktor's brain was so very warm, he could feel his blood pulsing around his body and through his still throbbing cock. The mirror provided such a lovely view of himself, cum dripping down from the tip.
The constraints were surprisingly comforting, he rested against them as he regained his breath. He needed to learn how to do this. Perhaps Master Zert had a book, or maybe he could ask Quinn if ze had any?
'I wonder if the Alar would like to be strung up like this, he'd love the attention..'
His mind started whirring at the idea of various companions in a similar position to him. As his brain considered the possibilities, it finally landed on a single thought, which he spoke out loud?
"Master, how long does this take to undo?"