"You cannot pass!" Gandalf shouted. At that moment, the Balrog leaped at Gandalf. He took a step back, and when the Balrog landed on the bridge, the stone pathway gave out and it collapsed.
"GANDALF!" Frodo screamed, watching helplessly as Gandalf fell into the deep, bottomless void. Gandalf, falling, could not hear anything but the Balrog's snarling near his head, but Gandalf attempted to shout "GO ON!" to the rest of the party. Gandalf tried his best, but even an amazing wizard such as Gandalf had his limits. Apparently, a Balrog and a faulty bridge is his. Gandalf was confident that he would not survive this fall, as he had no energy to even try to save himself, so he whispered a sleeping spell so he would not feel pain when his body would crash against the rocky bottom of the pit.
However, it never came.
When Gandalf came to, he found himself in some sort of dungeon. He was fully clothed, except for his hat which was on the other side of the room, sitting on a chair. Gandalf himself was sitting on the floor with his hands cuffed to the wall. The dungeon didn't appear to have any cells, just cuffs dangling off the wall. The dungeon was lit by floating candles and the dim light of the moon coming in from a barred window on the ceiling. There were tables with vials of multi-colored liquids, rogue flames, whips, saws, drills, and other torture devices. As Gandalf was regaining consciousness, he noticed he wasn't alone in the room. Working at one of the tables, with his back turned to the powerful wizard, was a tall, white haired man, in a long gray cloak. Gandalf grunted and the man turned around. The man had a long, wispy beard which was gray with streaks of white, a wrinkled face that showed age, and blue eyes that pierced not only the man's glasses, but Gandalf's soul. Gandalf couldn't quite read the man's face, but whatever emotion it was, Gandalf realized he liked having the man gaze upon him.
The man picked up his staff which was leaning on the table next to him and used it to steady himself as he made his way over to Gandalf.
"Who are you," the man said, "and why do you look like me?" Gandalf was rendered speechless. Partially because he was confused about the situation and didn't have an answer, but mostly because the man's voice was smooth, but clearly aged like fine wine, even if Gandalf hadn't heard the man's voice before. The man's voice scratched Gandalf's brain just right it raised the hairs on his body.
"Well?" The man asked again, "who are you?" Gandalf took a moment to regain himself.
"My name is Gandalf," he said. "I am a wizard from Middle Earth. I was fighting a relentless creature and had fallen off a bridge to prevent it from reaching my group. I do not know how I even got here. As for why we look alike, I cannot say. It has been so long since I've even seen myself." The man gave Gandalf a strange look. Even confusion looked so good on him that Gandalf got shivers.
"I know every inch in the wizarding world and I have never heard of a place called 'Middle Earth'. Please enlighten me, where is that? Is it outside of England? Perhaps it's that new school in Oceania? No matter, I can give you some answers. You got here because of me. I was practicing a summoning spell, one that can do humans, and it appears I summoned you by accident. I do not quite understand how it chose you, but this is what happened. And, so you can properly address me, my name is Dumbledore."
Dumbledore. Dumbledore. Dumb-ble-dore. Du-mble-do-or. Gandalf liked the man's name. Dumbledore. It was a fitting name for a fellow wizard. He found it fun to say too.
"Dumbledore." Gandalf had to try it himself.
"Yes," Dumbledore said. "That is me. I am the headmaster here at Hogwarts, School of Wizardry and Magic." Oh, a leader as well? Gandalf did love himself a leader.
"Could you release me, Dumbledore?" Gandalf asked Dumbledore politely. "I need to get back to my party." Gandalf was lying, of course. He just wanted to be closer to this new man.
"No," Dumbledore replied flatly. "You are going to stay right there until I get everything I want from you." Dumbledore then chuckled. Using his staff for support, he made his way over to the table behind him and picked up his wand. Gandalf cocked his head.
"What is that?" He asked. "Is that a wand?" Gandalf had heard of wizards who used wands. He was not one of them, he was a staff user himself, but wand users were the strongest magicians.
Dumbledore turned around and pointed the wand at Gandalf. He murmured something under his breath and with a small wave of the wand, Gandalf's handcuffs came off. Gandalf rubbed his wrists gingerly and started to stand up.
"Not so fast," Dumbledore chuckled. With another murmur and wave of his wand, Dumbledore cast another spell. Gandalf felt a tug on his shoulders and the next thing he knew he was suspended mid air, with his robe lying on the floor beneath him. That robe was the only thing covering him, so Gandalf was now fully exposed. Dumbledore walked over to Gandalf and put his warm hand on Gandalf's soft cock. The warmth caused his cock to start to firm. Dumbledore just stood there, with his hand on Gandalf's hardening dick, slightly stroking it. Dumbledore glanced up and down Gandalf's exposed body, taking in every detail, every mole and every hair.
This whole time, Gandalf was rendered speechless. He had the ability to speak, he just had nothing to say. This was not something he ever thought he would like, but now that he is in the scenario, he knew his body was enjoying it, and Gandalf was one to always listen to his body. .
Once Dumbledore was satisfied with the hardness of Gandalf's cock, which has grown immensely. Dumbledore spoke another spell and a small piece of metal flew into his hand. He held it up for Gandalf to see, before rotating Gandalf so Dumbledore had easy access to his entire body. Dumbledore placed one hand on Gandalf's wrinkled asscheek, which was about eye level now and took the piece of metal and teased his anus. Gandalf inhaled sharply as he felt the smooth, cold metal of the plug slide gently across the sensitive skin and he let out the slightest moan when Dumbledore inserted the plug's tip. Dumbledore held it there for a moment before pushing it into the asshole a little bit more, savoring the quiet whimpers that Gandalf was making, repeating the process. The entire time, he watched Gandalf's now rock-hard cock twitch and produce the first bit of liquid. Dumbledore gave one strong push and the plug popped in, with only the amethyst base exposed. Gandalf let out a moan of pleasure which only increased when Dumbledore put his fingers around Gandalf's cock and balls and licked the hard dick from the base to the top. Dumbledore's tongue was one of, if not the warmest thing Gandalf ever felt.
It had been so long since Gandalf had any sexual pleasure that he felt like he could cum right there. Sensing this, Dumbledore took his tongue off Gandalf's shaft, but tightened his grip around his cock and balls. With his hand still there, he took a step back and used his other hand to start stroking his own cock, which was already rock hard, and only slightly larger then Gandalf's. Dumbledore, who also had hardly spoken, brought Gandalf back down to the ground. He handcuffed Gandalf's hands together in front of his body and bent him over.
After positioning himself behind Gandalf, Dumbledore gave one last small press of the plug to hear one more moan from Gandalf before sliding it out. Then, using his own precum as lube, he slid his large, warm, and now wet cock into Gandalf's virgin asshole. Gandalf was overwhelmed with pleasure and started moaning a little bit louder. Gandalf was surprised he enjoyed the plug as much as he did, but the heat radiating from Dumbledore's cock was just so much better.
Dumbledore started out slow and easy, not going very deep. Every thrust he went over so slightly deeper and with every thrust Gandalf moaned ever so slightly louder. Every time Dumbledore's cock inserted itself, Gandalf's own cock twitched, releasing more precum every time. Dumbledore's thrusting increased, and his cock went deeper into Gandalf until he was as far in as he could and Gandalf was practically screaming from pleasure. Before he knew it, before either of the two wizards knew it was coming, Gandalf orgasmed, his cock twitching violently as it released years of pent up horniness. As he was orgasming, his anus tightened as his cock was twitching, and that only increased the tightness and pleasure for Dumbledore's cock and he orgasmed shortly after, coating the inside of Gandalf's ass with cum. Dumbledore left his cock inserted in Gandalf for a moment while it softened before pulling it out.
Dumbledore stepped in front of Gandalf, avoiding the puddle of cum beneath him, and forced him to make eye contact.
"We will give you a moment to recover and then we do this again, okay?" Dumbledore asked. Exhausted, all Gandalf could do was nod.