Imagine a tboy bottom sub on a fantasy quest with an adventuring party. Along their journey, they are often given magical items to aid in their quest and to thank them for noble deeds. Most items have been pretty normal so far: enchanted weapons, healing potions, warded armor. But the boy does notice that his gifts are… different than the others.
🧝🏽♀️One elvish monarch places crowns and circlets on everyone’s head except his: he gets an ornate collar with matching wrist cuffs instead. They tell him, “There is great honor in serving your kinsfolk. Your submission is a gift to be earned, not taken. These will protect you from those who seek to merely take.” He feels his new accessories charge with magic energy whenever he is fucked while wearing them. The energy from one penetration/sex act allows him to create a temporary forcefield in battle, which he does by clacking his wrist cuffs together high above his head. The forcefield is large enough to protect his entire party. If it’s about to run out of charge in a fight, he’ll try to have a battlefield quickie before the shield collapses. This has led to some unconventional hookups. It also means frantic pre-battle group sex to charge them as much as possible (there is no limit to how much power they can hold, but they do leak energy fairly quickly. It can’t hold a charge for over a week, so the boy needs to plan accordingly. His party takes advantage of this, of course.)
🗡️An orcish noble outfits the party with massive weapons, but gives the boy two petite daggers that flash his mind with the hunger for mortal fluids- blood and cum. The ornate handles are obviously carved like two perfect cocks, with generous flared handguards that are shaped with the suggestion of testicles. The blades magically retract fully into the handles, so that they look like 2 fancy dildos instead of weapons. The orc noble says, “To wield and penetrate with two blades at once is no small feat, brave little one. I believe you are worthy of taking these.” The blades magically sharpen and repair themselves when both handles are double penetrating him to the hilt. If they aren’t frequently sated with blood, he needs to feed them with his cum, otherwise they start to get pushy inside his mind and they’ll get really distracting! He’s also learned that when the daggers are hungry, their aura of blood/lust starts to entrance the people around him… so he often ends up with somebody fucking him with his own daggers anyways if he’s too moody to just do it himself. It helps that the leather straps around the hilts can magically form into a harness of any size, allowing others to wear them both easily.
⛓️ A fae blacksmith knight decorates the crew in armor with motifs of predators, skulls, thorns, and other fearsome natural elements, all cast in heavy metal. But for the tboy: a few dainty plates, with a skimpy decorative body chain and a chainmail fringe for a loin cloth. He pales when they tell him that nothing can be worn below or beneath it, that it needs skin-to-skin contact to recharge via his mana. The fae says, “Vulnerability is strength, and the greatest power can be the quietest. If you craft a careful image, you can deftly exploit every enemy who underestimates you.” The outfit humiliates him, but it’s actually the most powerfully warded armor of them all, providing total protection to his seemingly bare skin. It also keeps his body temperature stable in any weather. And enemies now see him as mere servant or a prize with pretty holes to spare, instead of a deadly fighter. So the boy learns how to cunningly manipulate, spy, and pleasure information out of people, as well as lure enemies to be assassinated. And in battles, where he is now written off and ignored, he devastates with stealthy sneak attacks.
🔮 Lastly, a gothic wizard gives their party a variety of monstrous wonders. Living, blinking eyes to watch the ranger’s back. An orb containing a beating heart, for the mage to detect lies with. But for the boy? A silky, shiny obsidian shape that writhes and pulses in his palm. The wizard says, “People often assume the smallest among us are the weakest. This gift will prove that you can take as much as the strongest warrior, and it will aid you when you have taken too much.” It slithers out of the boy’s hand and plugs his ass with a gasp. When the boy is injured, the plug morphs, stretching him wider, undulating, thrusting into him. It feeds off his pain and heals him from the inside out, helping him survive and fight longer by sending waves of relief and pleasure through him. If he’s heavily injured, it will expand into his cunt as well and pound him. Sometimes he can feel it playing with him idly and can’t resist it- it just imbues him with a little magic boost of energy and willpower that he needs to power through. His party gets used to his quiet moaning (it’s not like they can’t see what it’s doing) day and night. Similarly, the plug will greedily join in if the boy has sex. It just loves feeding off the little kick of delicious pain that over-fullness causes. It always heals him afterwards anyways- like a warm, soothing tongue sliding over his holes and tdick.
