The Builders Army By Nathaniel (grimwitt@yahoo.com)
Authors Note: This is a first time story and posting, and will heat up in following chapters so if you liked the opening scene, more and better will follow. Any comments or suggestions about the story will be welcomed because this is a story, with a plot line, characters and a world to explore. Any feedback email grimwitt@yahoo.com, or check out the webpage at http://buildersarmy.blogspot.com/.
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Chapter 1: The Captain
The ring of steel in the courtyard rang out across the muddy square, as flames sparked of the bright blue eyes of the huddled group. Constant sparks flew of the anvil, making many flinch from the unfamiliar light and sounds ripping through the group as the hammer continued its work, brining its dull piece of metal into a semblance of life.
"Eventually," the Captain rumbled, above the storm of sparks, "that piece of metal will be something much better than those wooden rods you're all lugging around. It will be something you Southenors will learn to use and use with skill." He paused as he looked over the rag tag group clutching their wooden practice swords and with a steely glance continued, "Because in our world, that piece of metal will be all that stands between you and death. Your looks and your brain won't mean shit, if you don't have that sword in your hands."
With that inspiring monologue the Captains eyes lingered over the group before him and the bright blue eyes that looked out in equal parts fear and awe at the Captain, whose overcoat stuck to his body and revealed the solid mass beneath. The Captains broad back highlighted by the foundry glow and his piercing purple eyes contrasted markedly with the Southernors blue eyes, further setting apart the new recruits from their Kingdom officers.
A slight frown marred the captains strong features as he silently shook his head at the groups ragtag appearance and decaying clothes as all still wore the failing raiment's of the old world.
The influx of refugees from beyond the Kingdom had made clothing them just one of the many hurdles the Kingdom faced, as anything brought from the old world simply decayed until it was no longer serviceable. This was due to the very fabric of the kingdom and its inherent magic, repelling the trappings of technology found in the old world. Still the Captain mused it was an amusing spectacle, watching the new recruits attempt to maintain their dignity while their clothes decayed around them, and luckily for some a situation unlikely to be rectified in the near future.
The Captain snapped out of his reverie and lingering gaze of the troop and he quickly hustled them away from the forge, out into the muddy courtyard where his lieutenant would put them through their paces, learning the tools of a soldiers trade, the trade of warfare and the sword, albeit a wooden and blunted sword to begin with.
This current group was just the latest in a growing list of young men signing up to what the people of the Kingdom were calling the Builders. The "Builders," silently snorted the Captain as he surveyed the new recruits in their crumbling clothes and practice swords, where more often than not, they tripped over their own feet before even reaching their opponents.
He left them to fumble with their practice swords as he surveyed the hastily erected camp around him, a camp built on the outskirts of the recently constructed town of Eldillmere. The camp itself had once been a Royal Guard base in the glory days of the Kingdom where the town of Eldillmere had once been a bustling and wealthy metropolis, trading with the nations across the borders of the realm and making the city a powerhouse of the region. However those glory days were centuries old as both the city and the Guard fort had long since reverted into deserted countryside. With all that remained of that ancient bastion, a pattern of hacked stones denoting where buildings and ramparts had once stood.
Still everywhere the Captain looked, the flood of refugees from the wars in the South had created fields of hastily erected tents, rickety wooden huts and equally unstable stables, bringing new life to the formerly abandoned region. In the camp itself the strongest structure was its outer wall made of wetted wood and surrounded by a ditch that was even now being poured over by new recruits digging its depth. The other `impressive' buildings the captain derisively lamented, were the store rooms, the hastily assembled foundry and the Commanders quarters, well the Commanders hut. Still between the walls and the few buildings were a field of tents and bodies, encouraging the Captain by the sheer numbers that would once again rise Eldillmere to be a powerful bastion for the emerging Kingdom.
The staff themselves, comprised the Commander and three Captains pulled from the capital of the Kingdom, along with 7 Lieutenants all lucky enough to gain space in one of the rudimentary huts that leaned dangerously in the wind. Still the lack of accommodation was made up for in the scenery, mused the Captain as the decaying clothes provided glimpses of the taut flesh beneath. With those glimpses keeping the Captain on edge as his eyes were constantly drawn to glimpses of muscular thighs and bulging chests.
The captain returned his attention to the training troops who were being looked after by Lieutenant Summers, himself almost as young as the ragtag group, but considered almost a veteran by the Kingdoms standards in serving for the last two years. Summers was one of the few skilled swordsman granted to the Southern garrison and was lumped with training the current group of men. He was a tall muscular man, labelled a jock, jokingly by the Southernors, although the Captain was still unclear what the word meant.
Summers clear voice rang through the muddied courtyard, steadying swords, both encouraging and cajoling aching limbs and men to keep fighting. This group was the best of those that had enlisted and were the ones that would spend most of the time training. While those that were not so talented would spend limited time training and more time helping build the settlement and camp of Eldillmere, hence the nickname of the Builders attached to the new Southern Command of the Kingdom.
Suddenly one of the recruits pants slipped off with a muttered oath, revealing two rounded globes and a swinging cock that even the Captain couldn't miss from his distance on the rise in the camp. The recruit red in the face quickly attempted to cover himself, ignoring the surrounding combatants as his opponent silently crept up behind him, landing a blow on the mans backside sending him stumbling in the dirt, feet flapping in the air, with two white globes poking from the muddy field.
Laughter erupted in the practice yard as the troop stopped their training and rolled around in stitches at the now muddied and still naked soldier as he rushed to stand and confront his adversary, his cock still swinging mightily between his legs, its glory only slightly diminished by a layer of mud. The Captain struggling to contain his mirth marched down into the field of roaring laughter as the two soldiers, one now very naked, struggled to hide his body while attempting to engage with his opponent.
The Captain firmly grabbed the naked soldier from behind pulling him to his body and silently relishing the naked and strong body beneath his hands. Still the soldiers squirming gave the Captain the excuse he needed to squash the recruit to himself in a fierce hug, with the Captains huge biceps halting the young soldiers desperate attempt to continue the fight.
"That will be enough," roared the Captains voice in the soldier's ear, ceasing the fleshy bottom, wriggling against the Captains lower region. A region that was growing increasingly uncomfortable beneath the Captains armaments, with the Captain hastily dropping the recruit, whose naked flesh and swinging cock was making more than the Captain stand at attention.
"Name, soldier?" Belted out the Captains voice, as Lieutenant Summers was still incapacitated, struggling to contain his mirth, face carefully looking at the ground, hiding glinting tears and silent laughter.
"Irulan, Sir," muttered the recruit as he lay sprawled in the dirt, desperately trying to cover his ample girth still visible beneath cupped hands.
The Captain glowering at the recruit, "Well Irulan you are now dead. That sword stroke on your backside just made you bleed to death. Your foes just killed you, then ganged up on your comrades, killing them." He shouted over the heads of the laughing troop.
"Your modesty caused a bloodbath, of your fellow troop, then caused the entire town to be raped, burnt and pillaged! Good job soldier." Shouted the Captain, as all mirth faded from the onlookers.
"And you lot have nothing to laugh about," Shouted the Captain tearing his gaze away from the soldiers privates, "You are also dead thanks to not supporting your soldier." Yelled the Captain.
By this time Lieutenant Summers had recovered enough to rise to the troops defence, "Sir it was just a harmless prank, the boy is still bloomin naked."
At this point the Captain rounded on Summers, who noticed the sparkle in the Captains eyes and the hint of mischief Summers knew all to well from his days in the Capital.
"But you are right Captain," smiled Summers, "any lapse is grave indeed."
With that dire pronouncement both Summers and the Captain returned their attention to the naked Irulan and his half hidden package.
"Since your modesty just got the troop killed boy, I think it only fitting that your modesty will be the first thing you will loose." Angrily stated the Captain.
"Go wash yourself and then report to the Commanders tent. And as for your partner in crime," pointed the Captain as he glared at the recruit audacious enough to play the prank, "Pick up Irulan, clean him off and then send yourself as well to the Commanders hut for discipline."
The soldier scowled at the orders given but moved to help Irulan back to his feet. Although as he moved into range of the Captain, the Captains sword swung from his scabbard and a carefully placed cut sent the recruits pants scurrying to the floor, revealing a field of dark hairs proudly highlighting the mans thick penis, smaller in size to Irulans but no less impressive.
"No don't even attempt to pick up those pants, soldier! Your prank also cost your troops lives and you shall share in the humiliation. Hands by your side!" continued to shout the Captain, as Summers smirked and the soldier also attempted to hide his assets.
"Your modesty is not your problem son. Now pick up Irulan and both report to the Commanders tent by nightfall" Ordered the Captain, as Summers noticed his eyes still sparkling at the fine tools arrayed before him. Even Summers couldn't help but smile as his own eyes hungrily devoured the recruits before him. "Oh and lads, don't even think about scrounging around looking for clothes, report to me as you are." With that the Captain stalked off, forcing everyone into gear as the troop dismissed for lunch.
"Shows over," shouted Summers, preparing for the next round of recruits for sword practice. With his shouts ringing across the practice yard, while his eyes carefully followed his Captains departure, whose firm behind was outlined by a thin thread of fabric.
Authors Note: This is a first time story and posting, and will heat up in following chapters so if you liked the opening scene, more and better will follow. Any comments or suggestions about the story will be welcomed because this is a story, with a plot line, characters and a world to explore. Any feedback email grimwitt@yahoo.com, or check out the webpage at http://buildersarmy.blogspot.com/.