Sunday, August 12, 2007

ROD OF MIGHT

A stallion that could speak. His malevolent voice turned my
guts to ice. "Bind him." The command was to his companion.

It had taken two of them, but I, Laerak, King's Champion of
Mindea, was beaten.

The lesser of them was an Elf. Tall, he loomed over even me,
his face unearthly -- and beautiful. His eyes burnt like the
blue wizard's fire illuminating this rough forest camp. The air
was hot; crystal rivulets of sweat ran between his pectorals.
His square-jawed face seemed chiseled out of sapphire; his long
black hair looked as if it had been ripped from the night sky.
Between his thighs hung his preferred clothing -- a skimpy
deerskin loincloth, dangling from a black leather belt. His
skin was smooth and hairless as a boy's ass.

He wasn't the master here. The stallion ruled.

A huge white horse with an ebony mane. Taller than my own
mount Mouraus, who they also held. Muscular. Massive. Male.
The stallion Aradd. He stared at me, challenging me as I had
challenged the transgressors of the laws of the Kingdom of
Mindea.

Obeying Aradd's orders swiftly, the Elf bound my wrists with a
long rawhide thong. Casting the end over an ancient oak's
branch, he pulled the strand so tight that I stood on the balls
of my feet. My muscles strained and stretched, their shapes
coldly delimited by the demonic blue glow.

The Elf stood from his work and said, "He is bound, Aradd."

The stallion nodded -- just as a Man would -- then turned and
walked thrice round the wizard-fire. Shadows played on his
flanks. The fire leapt up high, as if oil had been cast upon
it. Yet I felt no heat.

Thrice the stallion circled. His eyes were turned away from me
and the Elf, away from this world, focused on something beyond.

As he walked, I smelled him.

Rich and earthy, like all stallions -- like all males. It
smelled of ball-musk and headcheese, but mingled with it was a
fragrance of a different order, something strange. An electric
cinnamon that was somehow hallucinogenic. When I smelled it
clearly I dreamed of my lusty, sweaty youth.

"Look at me, Man," said the Elf.

Immediately I looked at him. I saw the half-moon of his
partially uncovered ass. Down the backs of his thighs I saw
sweat rolling. A flood of saliva filled my mouth.

He said, "I am Salanu. I am on a quest. You are Laerak,
King's Champion of Mindea?" Behind him, behind the evil fire,
stood Aradd wreathed in shadows, outlined by the fire.

The stallion's eyes were fixed on me, and I feared what they
might see. I couldn't speak. Except for the nervous whinnies
of Mouraus, all of silent.

"Make him speak," Aradd rumbled. A thrill like lightning
pulsed from my crotch to my brain.

Salanu turned. He held a huge, shiny black stone. In diameter
it measured perhaps as much as his huge thighs. A rawhide thong
was tied to it.

The Elf strode towards me, smiling. I felt my testicles,
dangling low between my spread thighs, shift nervously.
Droplets of rank sweat dripped from my armpits.

He knelt before me, seized my balls. He yanked them downwards
in my sack. Sharp stabs of pain tore through my sides. Deftly
he twisted the rawhide around my flesh. I felt him start to tie
the knot, felt the bitter end of the rawhide flick at the
intimate parts of my thighs.

Salanu stood, his fist holding the cord tied to my balls,
supporting the stone's weight. He grinned. "You are Laerak the
King's Champion, are you not?" He waved his fist back and forth
a bit.

I felt the heavy stone bang against my knees, felt the tug on
my balls. I didn't speak.

He dropped the rock.

My scream split the night. Pain exploded up out of my groin in
a red volcanic gout. The stone was squeezing my testicles out
of my sacs! I shut my eyes, tears pooling at their edges. I
twisted and writhed, suspended by the tree and by the weight.

"You are Laerak," he said calmly.

This time, my breath ragged and wet, I nodded.

"You are of the House of Dyarmen, then. The House of Dyarmen
holds the Championship by hereditary right, does it not?"

I nodded. Blood pulsed in my balls.

"The House is the possessor of the Rod of Might?"

My balls burnt like fire. I didn't speak. What he asked me to
do violated every oath I'd ever sworn. He'd not know!

I shut my eyes, because I didn't want to see the agony the
stallion would command him to do to me. There was nothing
except the burning pain -- and the smell of Aradd, making me
think of my youth in the barracks of the Fortress of Gautrond ...

"Open your eyes," said a voice, deep and resonant as thunder.
The stallion advanced so that his head was over the Elf's
shoulders. His dark eyes peered at me. His smell raged at me
...

"Salanu has," Aradd said, his voice stirring the silver seed in
my stretched balls, "for his kinfolk, taken up a quest. I guide
him. He must assemble the Seven Great Talismans, of which the
Rod of Might is one. Your kingdom is its location, your house
is its guardian."

I said nothing. Demon! My balls' pain filled my guts with a
black acid, but I wouldn't answer him. Oaths I'd sworn and
oaths I'd keep. They'd not break me. I watched them. How
similar were their eyes -- as if they were twins. In Salanu's
hand appeared a strange whip. The rawhide strap dangling from
it wasn't very long -- a foot or so. It seemed very supple.
The muscled Elf didn't move, merely let the thing dangle from
his hand. The rawhide swung like a big, pendulous cock.

I heard a slithering noise, like oiled leather sliding over
wood. Through my pain-distorted gaze I saw Aradd's genitalia.
They were massive. Lordly. His balls were bigger than my
clenched biceps; the black skin covering them seemed stretched
and inflamed. The scabbard hiding the demon-horse's cock was
made of thick, black leather.

I sucked in air in a horrified strangle.

The lips of that scabbard suddenly parted -- the head of an
enormous pink cock protruded through. It looked like a huge
python. With legs shaking, I waited for the unbelievable length
of the stallion's penis to emerge.

Aradd said, "For right now, this is all you deserve to see."
And his incipient erection stopped with only his fat cockhead
showing. The godlike shaft was thicker than my wrist.

Salanu knelt beside the horse. He extended the whip into the
horse's shadowed groin. He positioned the whip carefully. The
leather flap covering his cock seemed to be angled away from his
crotch a bit. I saw muscles in his jaw flex.

Aradd's pisshole opened like the mouth of a shark.

The yellow stream sprayed outwards, a golden ray of sunlight in
this night of sorcery. I heard the sibilant hiss as the stream
struck the whip, heard the splatters as the urine dribbled to
the ground. The flood ran down the rawhide, darkening it,
excess pouring onto the ground.

Sweat ran down my inner thighs from my asshole as if I bled
from inside. And I smelled Aradd pure and unmingled. The
hallucinatory component burned directly into my blood, swept
into my brain, carried me upward as if I were an ember born
aloft in a plume of smoke.



The barracks of the Castle Gautrond: crude, wooden, rushes
strewn on the floor. The smells of ripening boys -- crotch
sweat, urine, new semen. I had come there, as all
fifteen-year-old males were bidden to, for training in the
military arts.

I remembered standing in the barracks, on a cool fall day,
naked because I was not a man and not entitled to clothing
except in winter. My already over-long prick dangled well below
my tightly packed balls. I felt the air on my quivering
asshole. Was it truly the air that made my hole pout and clench
-- or was it the gaze of my sergeant, who had ordered me to
stand there at attention while he examined me?

My sergeant, a huge man, muscled like an ox, who circled me,
wearing nothing on his naked chest, girding his loins with black
leather armor. My sergeant, whose hard cock arrogantly thrust
out from below his loin-armor, dripping a clear fluid as he so
clinically examined me. My sergeant, who circled me and circled
me without speaking, his square-jawed face framed by shoulder
length black hair, who suddenly stopped his circuit, directly
behind me.



The fire in my brain died briefly, and I saw the real world.
Salanu drew back the piss-dripping whip, swung it hard. The tip
cracked against my left nipple; the exquisite agony of it
exploded into my pec. A trail of Aradd's golden piss smeared
me. It dripped from my erected nipple. The second crack fell
on my right nipple; three fires burnt within me: balls and tits
...



My sergeant dropped his heavy armor to the floor. I heard the
wet sound of meat smacking against rippled muscle. His hand
pressed between my shoulder blades, pushed me over. I rested my
hands on my knees. His foot kicked my legs apart. His finger
touched my virgin, sweaty hole.

In reflex, my prick erected. My breathing quickened.

I felt my sergeant's warmth suddenly against my back. A hot,
sizzling coal probed between my asscheeks. A hand spread me. I
was open to him.

I felt the smooth foreskin. His lube smeared my hole -- cold,
yet warming me. Hands grabbed my hips, held me steady.

The cock crashed through, and I came for the first time in my
life, a hot jet of gray cum spitting from my cock, balls jerking
wildly.

I whimpered, and as the spasms died away I skewered myself
wantonly backwards onto my sergeant's huge phallus. He grunted
like an animal as he fucked me.



Salanu thrashed me a few times with the whip, then let Aradd
piss on it again. My pecs dripped sweat and horse piss. My
swollen nipples erupted with delicious pain.

The demon-horse watched me while I writhed in pain and ecstasy.
His cock slithered out a few more inches. He watched the Elf
beat me, his mighty cock inching out with each stroke.

The whip cracked, and I jerked, and it felt as if my puffy
nipples were dripping milk. Salanu's own phallus -- more
human-like in size and shape than Aradd's, but larger still than
even my sergeant's -- thrust out at a right angle from his groin.

On a final surge I rose.



My sergeant's cock churned in my guts, ramming against some
turn my bowels made deep inside me. In front of me were all the
orgasms he'd fucked out of me -- a thick pool of sperm laying
between my splayed feet. I hadn't moved -- bent over from the
waist, hands braced on knees, absorbing the shocks he pumped
into me. But my sergeant clutched tightly now, his arms hooked
under my pits, his groin slapping a military tattoo against my
red buttocks.

His orgasm was like a volcano erupting inside of me. I felt
his penis spit its semen. I felt my colon swell up around the
incoming tide, I felt it bluster from my asshole and run hotly
down my thighs. Perhaps I came, perhaps not -- the whole world
for me was my sergeant's cock and his offering.



The beatings stopped. I descended. My agonized balls were now
filled to the brim with jism. My cock jutted. Salanu's
foreskin still covered his fat cockhead. I watched pearly fluid
drip.

My thighs opened. I farted. I moaned. My nipples felt as if
they'd been gouged from my body, leaving two hollow pits in my
pecs.

I looked up, and suddenly my mouth dried up.

The stallion's titanic erection arced out. It was huge. It
shamed serpents. It shamed swords. It shamed the brawny
thickness of my sergeant's arm, which on my eighteenth birthday
-- when I left the barracks -- came to know my asshole as well
as his cock did.

Aradd's eyes were narrowed, as if he peered into the distance.
Or as if he derived some horrible pleasure simply from being
erect.

I heard Mouraus, my own stallion, whimper in fear. He was
tethered to a stump on the other side of the clearing, my pretty
boy, lost in this wizard's nightmare. Mouraus had been captured
along with me as well. A big pied stallion, young and frisky, I
loved him with all my heart.

Salanu sneered, looking at my groin, "You humans don't have
much where it counts, do you? Elves' who've seen only three
winters have more meat than you."

"Will you tell us where the Rod is kept?" Aradd's voice was
the opening rumble of the gates of Hell.

"The Rod," I gasped suddenly, "has been my House's possession
for centuries. I will give not give it to ... a circus act."

Aradd said, "Little man, I am a stallion, not a circus act.
You will reveal to us where the Rod is kept -- even if we have
to keep your balls tied up till sperm bleeds through their
flesh."

"I will not. I have sworn," I said.

"Salanu and I," said Aradd, "have sworn as well." The huge
horse whispered the Elf's name; they withdrew, whispering.

I closed my eyes. The pain had become a part of me and sang
within me.

Then I heard a scream. A horse's scream.

Aradd stood behind Mouraus, the demon-stallion's erection
thrusting long like a sword from between his legs.

In a swift motion, Aradd mounted Mouraus.

Mouraus bobbed his head, spread his legs to support himself.
Aradd leaned downward, placing his lips near Mouraus' ear, as if
he whispered something. His mighty prick probed under Mouraus'
big balls, rubbed against his sheathed cock.

Aradd humped my stallion.

Salanu came to me, seized my jaw, turned my head to look in his
beautiful face. "Watch this. Watch my stallion fuck yours,
Man, or I will have him fuck you."

Looking at that immense cock, which Aradd had drawn back and
placed between Mouraus' cheeks, sprouting from Aradd's groin, I
whimpered. That vast shape, forcing its way up my butthole,
would kill me. No human could ever accept such as phallus. My
butthole pursed; my cock, hard as the stone that tormented me,
spat a line of clear fluid.

Salanu said, reading my thoughts, "A human, possibly. But not
an Elf. I take it all the time."

I looked at his cock, fantastically hard, the head drooling
precum like piss. His foreskin was drawn back, the cheesy head
stood revealed, a helmeted warrior.

I turned back to the stallions, not wanting to think about what
he implied. But I was perversely excited.

Mouraus turned his head around, looking at the white stallion.
Aradd's big cock pushed at the equine gates. Mouraus swished
his tail out of the way, almost demurely. Did he know what was
to happen to him? Did he actually desire it?

Aradd stabbed forward. The scream that rent the night lasted
as long as it took for Aradd to sink all of his penis into my
horse.

A huge dollop of precum dropped from Salanu's cock. I looked
up at him, shivering. I had a vision of Aradd fucking Salanu.
I forget it as quickly as I could.

Salanu focused on the two bucking stallions. His gaze fixed on
the tight, hot juncture where Aradd's cock vanished into
Mouraus. He said, slowly, "He fucked me not long after I became
an adult."

I said nothing. But I remembered again my sergeant, and how he
had taken me, his size -- and my balls ached with unspent seed.

Aradd screwed Mouraus. The stallion drew his hips back. I
heard Mouraus' asshole slurp as the great weapon withdrew. Then
Aradd pumped, his muscles a symphony of movement, and the
phallus sank in again. I watched unbelieving as Mouraus' cock
snaked out of its sheath. It was a thick, brown penis. Slowly,
it hardened into a length of cock only just slightly less than
Aradd's.

I watched as the Elf's master fucked my horse.

Salanu circled my bound, agonized body. I heard the leaves
snap under his unshod feet. He stopped behind me. I felt his
gaze fall coldly upon my ass. He grasped my right hip in his
hand. Looking down, I saw the wet head of his prick probing
between my knees. The hanging stone stroked his erection almost
lovingly. He sighed. Then his prickhead was gone and I could
not see him.

Something warm began to flow between my buttocks. It ran like
blood down my furrow, spread over my swollen balls, dripped to
the ground. "Ah, that feels good," the Elf breathed. His hot
stream splattered against my asshole. I opened a bit, felt
myself become wet inside of me.

He peed on my asshole for long minutes.

I could not help but spread my legs for him. The blue fire
cracked and popped, as if now suddenly began consuming the pile
of wood on which it danced.

"You don't realize, Laerak, that I can see the visions that
Aradd gives you. I saw you as you spread for that big man. I
saw how you writhed on his penis. I saw your floods of jism."
He reached down, yanked on the rawhide cinching my balls closed.
I moaned, groaned, bucked wildly. "Now I will take my pleasure
with you, and you will not have the privilege of orgasm --
unless you tell me where the Rod is hidden."

I clenched my lips, closed my eyes against the sight of the two
stallions fucking in the blue illumination, the huge pricks
dripping lust-fluids ...

His hips snapped forward and he speared me in one swift motion.
The pain was so great I screamed loudly as Mouraus had. He
rammed piss deep inside me; it burned gloriously. His big, low
hanging balls rubbed against my strangled spheres. The Elf's
callused fingers pinched and twisted my tits into an unbearable
agony, pulling them away from my body.

Slowly, he began to plow me.

I felt his long lance slid out. My colon closed up as he
withdrew; then he rammed it back in, that big Elven cock, sudden
shockwaves spreading from my gut through my body. My asshole
burned.

"Where is the Rod?" he breathed in my ear.

I swung helplessly in my bindings, feeling him ram me
repeatedly. Looking up, I saw that damnable Aradd fucking my
stallion. Two horses with erect cocks, one buried deep in the
other's bucking ass. Mouraus neighed, as if he enjoyed it. He
had to -- he rolled his hips like a mare being serviced.

"Where is the Rod?" Salanu said. His cockhead scraped over
that swollen spot deep inside my that only true males could
reach. Helplessly, I spread my legs for him, admitted him,
desired him, wanted him. Wanted this whole perverse, sick
evening. Silver sperm boiled in my choked balls. My eyes were
slits. Between my quivering thighs I felt him, my lord --
masculine, swollen, hard -- enjoying me as he denied me
enjoyment. My gates, spread immeasurably wide by Salanu's
churning cock, burned with his urine, burned with pain, burned
with lust, burned with desire for my rapist.

Salanu drew back suddenly, leaving just his cockhead buried in
me, abandoning the rhythm of the fuck. I cried out -- I felt
the awesome loneliness of the gulfs between the stars. I had to
have him fill me.

"If I could, I'd beat you again with the rawhide," he said.
"You like that, filthy human, don't you?"

Mouraus gave a great cry. I looked up.

Aradd chewed at my stallion's neck with his great white teeth.
Mouraus' head reared toward the sky -- his long skull made him
look, in silhouette, like an erection himself. Mouraus' great
cock thrust out between his legs, Aradd's own cock churned in
Mouraus' big butt.

Time seemed to suddenly stand still.

Mouraus orgasmed. A silver spurt of seed erupted from his
cock, shot between his forelegs in a long rope, and landed ten
feet in front of him. His balls contracted madly between his
legs. He fired rope after rope of horse-seed, his mighty load,
out onto the leaves.

Aradd rammed his crotch against my mount's ass, his mighty pink
lance holding the hot breach wide. His eyes rolled up, he
whinnied, and I knew he was coming inside my stallion, hosing my
horse's guts with his evil seed.

"Uh-huhhhh," breathed Salanu in my ear, slicing his cock back
into me. "Where is the fucking Rod? Isn't it hot to watch two
stallions fuck?"

I was going to come. I could feel the surge build within me,
gathering force. The Elf's cock pounded me, sending shockwaves
throughout my lower torso. His tongue entered my ear. The
sperm boiled, it rose -- but the rawhide on my balls kept it
from spurting. The sudden pressure was pure agony.

He yanked my balls. I screamed. He bit my neck. I felt, deep
within me, his hot sperm shoot out. It felt as hot as his piss
going up me. It slimed my ass. My walls bloated around the
flood, I felt my guts shift to accommodate the titanic sperming
that he gave me.

The Elf's teeth, buried deep in my neck, only tightened as he
shot. He did not release me until his flood of sperm in my ass
died away.

My need to cum did not abate. I felt the tension in my balls,
the hot trembling, like a barely restrained earthquake.

He pulled out, my asshole slurping at his thick tool. A flood
of semen -- thick, hot, steamy -- exploded from my asshole and
coated my thighs like warm syrup. He cut my bonds somehow; I
fell to ground. I started humping the dirt, trying to fuck out
my sperm. Salanu seized me, flipped me over. He straddled me,
sat on me, his ass on my chest, one leg to either side of my
shoulders. My bound fists shook with agony and lust.
Arrogantly his cock, slimed with gray fluid, pressed against my
lips.

I opened my mouth. It slid in me.

His urine tasted like wine. I gave it no time to puff out my
cheeks -- I swallowed his offering gratefully, greedily. I
drank his salty essence, seeing the smoke from the thousand
campfires of his memory rise as high as my ecstasy.

I tasted his sperm as it swirled briefly around in my mouth.

I cramped, bent forward, but I still drank. Urine dribbled
like saliva from my lips.

He finished, yanked his penis from between my lips. He turned,
seized my erection, stroked me.

I screamed. "By the Gods! Let me come!" The pleasure was
exquisite, the need overwhelming. I tried to pump his fist,
because I was so close. But he loosened his grip, sensing my
attempt, so that my cock pumped air.

"No," he said. "No relief for you. Not yet."

I looked up at him, pleading.

"Where is the Rod of Might?"

I looked over at Aradd. He had dismounted from Mouraus. His
cock still thrust out of its sheath, but it was limp. Mouraus
stood listless. Aradd's potent seed bubbled slowly from his
fucked and stretched butthole.

I looked at Salanu. His eyes were bright. "Please," I
whispered.

"Where is the Rod of Might? It is the will of Aradd. You must
submit."

I closed my eyes. I had to come. My balls screamed.

The Elf's fist closed again on my cock. I could feel the blood
pulse in my organ. "Where is the fucking Rod?" he snarled.

I couldn't resist any longer. I sobbed. I said, "It is hidden
in the Caverns of the Borealdon."

He released my penis. He undid the rawhide. "You will guide
us there."

I whimpered. I exploded. The blast shot ten feet into the air
and fell on us like warm rain. The relief was glorious. I
thrashed and twisted, throwing Salanu off me. I felt suction as
my balls emptied themselves. I worshipped all men everywhere
with my orgasm.

When it died away, Aradd stood over me. He was on all sides of
me, a leg at each corner; I looked up at his belly. His cock
was mostly withdrawn into his sheath, but the head still was
visible.

I heard his voice. "You will guide us there."

I smelled him, and began to dream ... and in slow motion I saw
his pisshole gape open, and the golden stream began to flow.

The End.

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