Slicing through the air, a blue smoke of magic made its way along its summoner's body. Rags used as clothes were covered with dirt and grim from the day's activities. Being a street rat was mundane, but being a magician street rat was wonderful. A smile adorned his face as the blue smoke disappeared, revealing the clothes of a prince covering his frame. His black hair was nicely cut to frame his young face. He was only a lad of 19, yet he was a very powerful sorcerer. His bright blue eyes were drawn out by his shirt, which was of the same color. He was 5' 11" and his dark hair made his white face illuminate.
His smiled remained as he walked into his home. It was dimly lighted, tattered black curtains covered the windows. The moonlight that shone through the old curtains revealed glyphs drawn on the walls. Their mysterious forms would even confounded some of the most powerful sorcerers of the age. Only a few people could read and use them in their spells and incantations.
"Sir, are you ready to receive your first client?"
"Yes, send him in."
This magician's occupation was to give advice and magic services to the poor peasants. The one that walked in was a middle aged man with a beard and long hair streaked with gray.
"Sir, please, I beg your help. My only son is very sick, and the medicine man can't heal him. Please, come and heal him."
"I will, but I will require one service. More than likely your son will be required to help fix my roof."
"Yes, yes, whatever. Follow me."
The man quickly strode out of the rickety building and down the street. The magician matched his pace perfectly. The heavy spell book under his arm didn't even slow him down. When they reached the man's house, he jerked the leather door open and rushed inside to his bed where his son was sleeping. His brow was covered with a coat of sweat. His dark brown hair was wet and matted against his forehead. All of his sisters worriedly glanced at the magician.
"Everyone get out while I perform the healing."
All of them slowly made their way out, all concerned for their brother's well being. The magician pulled the covers off of the lad. Surprisingly, he was naked under the sheets. His frame was more muscular from his heavy labor and was tanned from hours in the sun. He was around 6', and his soft cock was cut and 4" long. The dark magician stood in awe of his body before he was able to shake himself out of it. He sat down his book of spells on the lad's chest, his raspy breaths made the book rise and fall. Before starting the ritual, he rubbed the lad's cock and gave his balls a squeeze.
Tracing his fingers along the ancient glyphs, "Water of the divine cup, spill a drop onto this broken body. Mend his wounds and heal his disease. Let your pure, cleansing water ripple throughout his being and make him awaken."
From out of thin air a drop of water, shinning with the sun's brightness, appeared and fell down onto the young man's forehead. His body glowed as the healing magic spread through him, ridding him of disease. The magician picked up his book as the young man slowly woke up. His dark lashes slowly fluttered open, revealing a pair of smooth brown eyes. A weak smile spread across his face, "Thank you, magician."
"No problem. You do know that you will have to perform at least one service for me to pay for the healing?"
"Yes, I do."
