The Tavern
By D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/
This tale is set in a world of high fantasy, of orcs and magic, of swords and sorcery. It may not play to everyone's taste, but hopefully someone likes it.
Kord Therios looked up at the sign swinging lazily in the late evening breeze. Apparently the name of this particular shithole tavern was The Inn of Fellowship. The dark-skinned warrior was sick of war and the death and horror that came from fighting the orcs in the North, near the Caantoos Mountains. Here he would finally rest. Some hot food, a soft bed and perhaps some soft pussy and he'd be back to his normal self. He tied his horse to the hitching post and stepped up onto the creaky porch. He shivered a bit, just able to see his breath in the chill night air.
Kord pushed open the huge wooden door and stepped into the smoky atmosphere inside the tavern. A combination of booze, mingled with the scent of cooking food and unwashed human flesh, hit him square in the face. He looked around slowly, taking in the entire scene. Not many people here now, perhaps because it was past nightfall. A roaring fire was crackling in the large fireplace near the back of the room. A few tables set at varying angles all around the room lent a relaxed vibe to the room. A slightly portly woman stood behind the long oak bar, serving a drink to a soused individual.
As the door slammed shut behind him, the tiny handful of remaining patrons all looked up from their hushed conversations and starred at the huge, muscular black man-at-arms. Kord knew they didn't see westerners like him in these parts very often, especially this far to the east and most especially Westerners that were as large and black as he was. In addition he was sweaty, covered in dirt from the trail and blood from his last battle. A serving boy walked past him. Kord looked at the youngling. Very cute, he thought and probably of age. A pretty face and smile. Five feet eight and about one hundred seventy pounds. Shoulder-length honey blond hair. Smooth alabaster skin, untouched by the sun. Probably because he was working inside all day. Kord usually used girls, but he had never been averse to a youthful male beauty either. Pussy was pussy as far as his cock was concerned. Boys could be shown how to suck a man just as well as girls.
At six feet three inches tall and two hundred forty pounds, Kord sported a massive physique, scarred and tattooed with a shaved head, towering over most men and using his intimidating countenance to his advantage. He walked towards an empty table near the fire. Two men at another table grunted something and got up to leave. Kord could not tell if they were leaving because of him or simply because it was late. It mattered not. He didn't give a fuck what folks thought of him. He'd just as soon kill a man as fuck around arguing with him. He motioned to the woman at the bar and she came over to him.
"Have the boy bring me whatever rancid meat you have prepared. Potatoes, bread, mulled wine. Now, woman." He did not raise his voice. He didn't have to. His gruff and gravelly speaking tone was authoritative enough without him needing to lapse into yelling. Less than five minutes later, the serving lad brought to his table a large plate of steaming food. Kord could scarcely recall food smelling or looking so good. He stabbed into the venison with knife and fork, cutting it in two and then lifting one half to his mouth and taking a large bite. He followed that by attacking the spiced, peppered potatoes and taking a tear off of the almost stale bread. Delicious, all of it. He quickly washed the food down with a guzzle of the mulled wine and he felt contented as the hot food and warm alcohol hit his belly.
Within minutes, all of the food was gone and the boy came back to refill his wine and clear the dishes. "What is your name boy?" Kord asked suddenly, clearly startling the lad. The boy looked into his eyes, fear plainly etched in them. "S...Sasha....sir Knight...." he answered quietly, uncomfortable with the black man looking at him. He may not have been worldly, but he knew that look and he knew that he was appealing to men in a certain way. "Heh, I am no knight. Just a simple warrior of the West. Sasha, eh? A pretty name for a pretty boy. Do you pleasure men, boy?" Sasha averted his eyes, embarrassed by the inference. "I'm not certain I know what you mean, kind sir."
Kord smiled slightly, a wicked grin fueled by wicked thoughts. "Make no mistake, I am not kind and I think you do know what I mean youngling. Have you bedded with men? Have you taken cock in ass? Or are you......untouched?" Sasha swallowed hard and tried to not turn bright red, but it was a battle he was losing. "I...I have taken with men before, though it is not my job if that is what you are asking." Kord looked up as he heard a bit of spirit come through in the lad's voice. He sank back into his chair, enjoying the heat from the fireplace. "Heh, heh. You misunderstand, boy. I offer not to buy your services tonight... But I will require them, nonetheless. The woman behind the bar; your mother?" Sasha nodded an affirmation.
Kord rose from his chair and grabbed Sasha under the armpit, dragging him, none too gently towards the oak bar. "Many thanks for your fine food, wench. I call for lodging for the night, a wash basin and coffee in the morn..." She looked up at him, hesitant to disagree with anything he said. "I also have need of your boy's charms this eve. It's been a fortnight or longer since I sank cock into something soft and I would not suffer to pass up one so pretty as this youngling. And it pleases me that he is not innocent. I have no patience to gently probe an untouched flower. I wish to rut..."
"Pl...please, good sir. Not my lad, please. He is not for sale or rent. He simply helps me here..." The woman's voice trailed off. Kord pulled himself to his full height. "Oh woman, I do not offer restitution in the form of silver or copper for the lad. He shall be considered payment for my many months of fighting in the North, keeping the filthy orcs at bay, so you and yours can live happily and care-free. Or perhaps you'd prefer if we all just lay down arms and beg for a merciful death by their swords? If not for my comrades and I, you and your pretty little lad here might have been raped and slaughtered long ago. Or perhaps made to become slaves of the orcs... You're still of child-bearing age. Care to find out what's it's like to birth a half-breed? To be gang-raped by their kind?
Both mother and son were crying, but Kord was not interested in their tears. He had had his hunger for food sated. Now another hunger was creeping up inside him, filling his loins with a wanton need. By the gods, he aimed to have the boy Sasha, if he had to fight through hell to do it. "Ready yourself for me boy. I want your shitter nice and clean for me. I plan to delve deep tonight......You know how to do that, don't you Sasha? You bedded with men before; surely they dislike the scent of shit as much as I? And, you never know how I might use you tonight or what might wind up in your mouth......" He let the thought sink into the lad's brain for a moment.
Sasha scurried to do the warrior's bidding, fear and loathing gripping him tightly. He did not wish to lay with yet another man, and yet he could not refuse the dark Westerner. He was certain the man would not waver to murder Sasha and his mother and perhaps other townsfolk as well. He dared not rebuff this giant of a man. Refusal frightened him, but acquiescence frightened him possibly even more. He was always startled and disgusted by his response to a man's touch, to the feel of a man's hardness drilling into him. He loved that feeling and hated himself for loving it.
"Do not fear, woman. I do not wish to harm your youngling. Not much anyway, heh. He is simply too beautiful and as such I must sample his......delights. How old is he?" The woman looked at the black man, fear and perhaps hatred in her eyes. But she answered him. "He...he is eighteen summers, just barely, good sir..." Kord smiled slightly again. "As I had guessed. When did he first spread his legs for a man...that you know of anyway ...heh, heh?" The woman hated herself for answering, but did as bade. "Th...three summers ago, sir. He was...he was very young......" Her shame showed through, almost unbearable.
"Now bring me a dish of leftover meat grease, woman. I am rather large and your youngling will appreciate something extra to......ease things a bit..." She went into the kitchen and was back in a moment with the requested grease. She handed it to Kord, turning her face to avoid having him see her face burning. "I take my leave of you now, good hostess, to join your son. You have been most accommodating; I can only hope your lad is as accommodating as you... I have a feeling... he will be...heh, heh."
A few minutes later, Kord lay on his bed in the tiny room. It wasn't particularly fancy but it would do. He had already stripped off his armor and clothes, run a wash rag under his pits and crotch and stretched out on the mattress. He wasted no time, slathering the grease up and down his rapidly hardening shaft. He was looking so forward to this fuck. "Where are you, boy? Your black warrior is ready for you, pretty Sasha."
As he spoke, Sasha stepped into the room, a red robe draped around his slim, svelte figure. There was shyness and naivety etched across his features, making him look very innocent indeed. And while that look did make Kord's blood boil and pump faster, he was thankful he would not have to go too slow this time. Penetrating virgins, while appealing in many ways...could also be exhausting and he did not have the energy for it right now.
Sasha slowly walked to the edge of the bed. He knew from past experience, what most men wanted from him, but he could not take his eyes off the warrior's chiseled physique. It was hard and muscled and very hairy, with many, many battle scars running across it. And so very...black. He had not seen many of the fabled dark-skinned Westerners before and had certainly never been bedded by one. He was terrified. "Sh...shall I s..suck you, sir? Many men enjoy my mouth..." Kord motioned for him to get on the bed. "No, my pretty. I'll have your mouth soon enough. Right now... I'm going to take your ass...... hard. Now strip." He fixed the boy with a hard stare, making it clear to Sasha that he meant his words. Kord was now fully erect, his blood-engorged shaft currently risen to it's entire glory. Sasha's eyes were drawn to it, inexorably. It shocked and excited and petrified him. Nine inches from base to tip and six and a half inches around, it was a true beast and Kord looked to be a man who could use it properly, a cocksman.
"Get on your hands and knees, Sasha. Put your face in the pillow. Bite on this. You'll be glad for it." He placed a small piece of wood, adorned with many bite marks, in the boy's mouth. His cock grew ever larger as he laid his eyes upon Sasha's smooth, rounded buttocks and the tiny pink opening barely concealed in the crack. The kid groaned loudly as he roughly pushed two grease-slathered fingers into the tight opening. It was hot and moist in there, as Kord knew it would be. His cock literally ached with wanton desire, needing to split the boy open and plunder his hidden charms. That's just what he planned to do. Enough fucking around with his fingers. His cock was going to do all the exploring of this taut shit chute. "You might call this rape boy, but I think we both know that you are going to like it..."
Kord pulled his hips back a bit, after lining his prick up with Sasha's hole. One strong thrust later, he had half his cock buried in the kid...and a screaming boy on his hands. He pushed Sasha's face further into the pillow, muffling the cries of agony. "Bite down on that wood, boy. It's not going to get any easier. I'm big and I fuck like an animal. You will feel it in the morning, bitch!" With those words, he levered in all the way, sinking all the way into that inviting, sucking heat, feeling the boy's distressed innards desperately adjusting to the new and massive intruder. Sasha was moaning in pain, a scream being ripped from his throat, even though his teeth were clamped around the chunk of wood.
"Yes, boy! That's what I've been missing. Hot fucking pussy wrapped around my cock. Does not matter to me if it's girl pussy or boy pussy. But this cunt is going to be bred! Do you understand me boy?" A stifled moan was the only response and Kord smiled wickedly. He knew this was not the kid's preference and yet...he kept allowing it to happen. He had to enjoy it on some level. Almost all of the boys he had had through the years started out not liking it, but many grew to enjoy the intimacy of having a man inside them, much as females do. Kord suspected that Sasha was this type of lad, hating himself for allowing men to bed him while at the same time subconsciously seeking them out, needing their hardness and brutality. And Kord would give that to him.
The intensity of the white-hot wetness surrounding his prick broke him from his momentary reverie. He was all the way inside of Sasha, his full nine inches being massaged by the kid's tight, sucking guts. Kord knew he wasn't going to last long. It had been weeks since he'd blown a load and he needed that feeling so bad. He planted his palms on the sheets on either side of Sasha and prepared himself to fuck. He loved this position, because he was in total control. He could hit any angle he wanted; go at any pace he wished. And the boy beneath him would take it, they always did.
"Now my pretty Sasha, you will feel the fury of a true warrior. Are you ready for me, sweetling?" He did not wait for an answer, instead pulling his prick out almost all the way, till just the crown was being clasped by Sasha's asslips, then driving back in all the way in one vicious downward stroke. The boy cried loudly around his wooden bit, but Kord would not be denied. He was going to own this kid's ass, take his proper payment for months of warring with the orcs. He set up a furious tempo for himself, hammering into the boy with a rabid spitefulness, before pulling out again quickly and then pounding back in. He allowed Sasha no time at all to adjust to the foreign presence in his bowels. He took his pleasure in the youngling's flesh, breathing deeply as he felt his climax approaching. Gods, he needed to empty inside the lad in the worst way.
Kord kept rutting, penetrating the tiny slit again and again, but he knew instinctively that he had no chance of lasting more than another minute or two. He could already sense the familiar tingle in his balls as he felt the onset of the mating zenith. But even as he continued his fuck, there was a perceptible change in Sasha's demeanor. He still groaned and cried loudly, but they were the lustful groans and cries of one who is enjoying his current situation. Kord felt a slight smile crease his own lips as the boy arched his hips back to meet every plunge of the warrior's cock into his guts. He was pleased by how the lad was attempting to use his strong asslips to caress Kord's manhood, squeezing and relaxing around the black tool. He was now acquiescing to the rough and manly soldier's demands. There was a true desire to please and serve.
Kord heard a roaring in his ears and he suddenly realized that is was him, shouting out some of the loudest profanities imaginable as he fucked the young milky-white beauty beneath him. And then it happened. He slammed into the boy's upturned buns one last time and buried himself in the almost unbearably slick, heated wetness of Sasha's bowels. "AAAHHHHHH YES BY THE GODS THEMSELVES SWEETLING! HERE.....I......CUUUUUUMMMMM!! GODS YES! GODS YES! FUUUUUUCK! OOHHHHH! GODS!! AAAGGGHHHHH!" Kord was unprepared for the force of his carnal culmination. He was practically screaming out his climax, incapable to stop shooting focused blasts of cum into Sasha's hole, coating the boy's entire insides with his man seed.
For his part, Sasha was also unable to control his own body, his hips pushing back into every thrust of the brawny warrior into him. His brain was telling him he should not like this, but still he opened his bowels willingly to the incredibly virile black soldier. Everything was a blur as he felt Kord convulsing inside him and the feeling of being marked by this man's breeding sap was too much for his young body. He climaxed as well, screaming into the pillows and biting down hard on the wood bit, still lodged between his teeth. His fuck-slit flexed around the warrior's softening prick, milking the last few drops of cum from the black man's loins. His own smaller prick shot out several streams of mating fluid onto the sweat-soaked sheets beneath them.
Kord felt his heart pounding in his chest as he rolled off Sasha and both man and boy were gasping for breath. He heard his cock make a squelching noise as he pulled out of the youngling's now distended and seed-filled slit. He had known it was going to be good, but he had been amazed at the raw power and ferocity of his climax. It had left him winded, and he had felt like he had almost blacked out at one point. The sheets were twisted all around them, but Kord cared not. He was sucking in huge lungfuls of air just trying to get his bearings back. He laid back against a soft pillow, his cock now lying flaccid in his crotch, still leaking some cum. He looked down as he felt Sasha curl up next to him in the crook of his arm. "I think you might make someone a fine prota someday soon, boy. Very fine indeed..." Kord let his words trail off, but he got the effect he anticipated from the lad. "I am no prota!" Sasha practically spit the words out, alarmed as he was to be compared to......their kind. "Ahh, but I think you are youngling. And there is no shame in being who you are. It is perhaps more shameful to hide it." Kord allowed himself to smile at Sasha's indignant reaction to the suggestion, but still the boy made to no move to leave and he was slowly running his hand across Kord's chiseled, hirsute chest. `Will you require my presence any more tonight, sir?" Kord chuckled a little. Clearly, the lad knew not of whom he spoke to. "Sweetling, maybe some of the old men you bedded with in the past were satisfied with a single climax, but not Kord Therios. Nap if you wish for a few moments, but know that I will be entering you again very soon and most likely several more times before this night is through."
And Kord was true to his word, as always. Together, man and boy, they spent a rapturous night in each others' embrace. Kord took Sasha in many ways, kneeling, spooning, and lying on his back with the boy riding him. He took the youngling's mouth and throat as well. Sasha was thirsty for both the thick rivulets of cum that sprayed into his mouth and for more knowledge of the many ways two males could mate. He proved an insatiable student for Kord and the powerful black warrior was a knowing mentor, driving the youngling to the edge of sweet madness on multiple occasions, before easing off and then bringing them both to that precipice before jumping off it. By the morn, Sasha had been properly sexed and bedded more than he could have possibly imagined in his most heated sensual dreams.
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STORY NOTE: The prota Kord referred to are a class of males, usually slender and attractive, who give themselves up to a life as a kind of keeper-of-affairs to rich or powerful men. Their primary duties when they are young are mostly sexual in nature, to give virile men a secondary outlet for intercourse aside from their wives. As the prota age, they typically find themselves helping to rear the man's children, and perhaps handle household finances or the like. Although it is a position of great honor in some cultures, in others it is still looked down upon.
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