Part V
In the dimly lit interior of the wagon, Merlin turned his head, barely able to move, still tied down to the log. Arthur pulled off his shirt, his muscles tensing, revealing his moonlit, chiseled physique. The air was thick with anticipation as he wrapped himself around Merlin from behind, blowing into his ear.
As Arthur pulled back, Merlin's eyes traced the lines of the prince's muscular frame. Merlin knew that beneath the prince's composed demeanor lay a fire, a burning desire to prove himself. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he anticipated witnessing Arthur's imminent display of power.
Arthur thumbed Merlin's pants and knickers, sliding them several inches down. Not all the way off, but enough to expose Merlin's double-globes, which like Arthur's bulging pecs, had a way of capturing little flecks of the moon. Merlin nudged his ass up, making the midnight invitation as salient as possible.
A hint of fear crept in first. Not quite for the force of nature that was sure to come--although truth be told there was a bit of that. But more so fear at the twist of perspective that was bound to change what they had forever.
There was no hiding the truth now. He had wanted Arthur for so long. To be there for him in every last way possible.
But what if it went wrong? What if it all fell apart?
Merlin clenched his eyes shut, his ass hanging in the air, waiting, waiting for his prince...
Arthur grasped his cock firmly in his hand, its shield-head eager to be introduced to Merlin's rosebud. The prince had long been taught it was appropriate to make a good first impression, and he didn't want his manners to fail him in this pivotal moment. He positioned the shield-head at the precipice of Merlin's quivering bulls-eye, the wooden floor of the wagon creaking beneath them. With a deep breath, he tightened his biceps around Merlin's neck, his muscles taut with anticipation.
"You are going to take the whole thing, Merlin," Arthur growled. "Every last inch."
Merlin nodded, a disbelieving half-smile playing on his lips. He recognized the underlying challenge in Arthur's words, the implied decree that he would become Arthur's closet wench. He opened his eyes and found the blue in Arthur's gaze. The sheer power of the prince washed over him in waves.
Arthur uncorked his flask of castor oil, drizzling it into Merlin's chasm, then slicking up his own rod. The clicks bounced around the wagon, and Merlin started to lose track of his breathing, overwhelmed with anticipation.
This was it...the thing that had floated in the back of his mind for so long. His last, worst secret, that he had buried twice as deep as the magic.
"It's going to be okay, Merlin," Arthur said, nibbling his ear. "It's going to be okay."
With a mighty thrust, Arthur brought his body down, like he was driving a stake into the earth. The force behind the blow reverberated in the space between their bodies, sending a ripple of excitement through both men. The powerful scepter sank part-way into Merlin's soil, but not as deeply as either had hoped. The rod was too thick; the shield-head, too wide.
Undeterred, Arthur prepared another attempt. This time, he summoned every ounce of strength within him, channeling it into his quarry. The shield-head collided with Merlin's pucker once more, driven down by an unwavering need. A fraction deeper it went, but still not enough to satisfy Arthur's quest for totality.
"You can do it, Arthur," Merlin whispered. "Push through me."
The words fueled Arthur's resolve. He sunk past Merlin's rosebud further and further. Merlin tried to worm his body, but was confined by the ropes and the log of wood he was bound to, leaving him with little recourse but to whimper. With each inch of progress, Arthur's muscles rippled with exertion, the sweat running down his brow a testament to his relentless fury.
As Merlin turned his head toward Arthur again, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for his friend. The sight of Arthur, shirtless, moon-kissed, impassioned, vivified. Merlin marveled at the way Arthur's body moved, the way his muscles flexed with each powerful motion.
The royal rod gradually sank deeper and deeper into Merlin's loam, the ground there surrendering to Arthur's might. With each inch, a sense of triumph filled the air, mingling with the sound of wood meeting soil. Merlin's gentle whines only served to egg Arthur on.
Arthur's scepter quivered with each slithering inch of connection, driven closer to its final resting place. Merlin's ring ached from the stretching, but he pushed through the pain, promising himself he would do anything to reach his true calling in life.
Arthur tugged on Merlin's ass cheeks, denting the ability of Merlin's body to put up any hint of resistance to the royal invader. Merlin let out a deep, rolling moan, and at long last, Arthur buried his shaft to the hilt, his tool finally fully entrenched in Merin's dug-out well.
"You did it," Merlin breathed, all volume drilled out of him.
Arthur's breath came in ragged gasps, but his eyes sparkled with life. "Looks like I did, Merlin. You always give me the strength to push my limits."
"And mine," Merlin said, flexing his glutes. "Kiss me."
"You don't give the orders around here," Arthur said.
With a deep breath, Arthur cycled out and back in again. His arms strained against the weight of his body as he began the first push-up. The rhythmic motion of Arthur's muscles pumping and releasing made Merlin's asshole clench in pleasure.
Merlin let out a dull moan and Arthur thumbed Merlin's lip.
As Arthur continued his work, his determination fueled his every move. Beads of sweat formed on his chest, glistening in the dim light. Each impact brought him closer to his goal, his whole body helping to push onward, each blow more powerful than the last.
Merlin watched in awe, his eyes tracing the defined contours of Arthur's pecs, the strength evident in every sinewy band. With each successive thrust, the intensity grew.
The wagon creaked and swayed with Arthur's exertion, the rhythmic thud of his palms hitting the wooden floor filling the air. With each cycle, he pushed his limits, his muscles quivering but refusing to give in. Arthur's breaths came in deep, steady pants, matching the cadence of his movements.
"Come on, Arthur! PLEASE!" Merlin said, nudging his ass up to meet Arthur's latest thrust. His eyes were wide, his mouth held agape as he nodded. "Uh-huh...that's right Arthur." The feel of Merlin's encouragement spurred Arthur on, fueling his next thrust, and the next.
Arthur's muscles burned with intensity. Beads of sweat dripped from Arthur to Merlin, making the space between them slippery in some spots and sticky in others. Driven by a surge of lust, Arthur's strikes became more ferocious.
"I love you," Merlin whispered. "I love you!"
Arthur shoved Merlin's face into his sweaty armpit, silencing the emotional wench-boy as he continued his brutal thrusts. The atmosphere in the wagon became charged with a mix of tension and anticipation. Each thrust brought Arthur closer to the coveted goal. The rhythmic cadence of his movements urged him on and on and on....
When Arthur released Merlin's head, Merlin tried to catch his breath, his face now caked in sweat.
Merlin's gaze fell on each sinewy line of Arthur's chest, every ripple of muscle that flexed and strained. He marveled at Arthur's strength, his unwavering dedication shining in each revolution. The physical exertion seemed to channel something deeper, something powerful and elemental, like they were back in that circle, calling on the power of the woods to deliver them something everlasting.
"Did you like that, pig-boy?" Arthur asked, a slightly manic look in his eyes.
Merlin nodded, and Arthur chewed on his ear. "Snort for me."
Merlin made a couple of snorting noises and Arthur let out a laugh.
The prince had laid with a woman before, but that was on a bed, where the feathery texture had a bit more give on the downswings and a bit more spring on the upswings. Arthur found that Merlin put the spring back in it manually, shoving his ass into the air to meet his every thrust. As for the downswings, there was nothing to stop Merlin from feeling the full brunt of Arthur's drubbing, nothing to stop him from getting pounded into the obstinate log, which held him bound in place as his soul was lashed free by the pummeling royal.
With each cycle, Merlin's determination intensified, his muscles screaming in protest. But he pushed through the pain and clamped his anal ring around Arthur's cock, knowing that his goal was within reach at long last.
He had nurtured and looked after Arthur for years. It was a natural and fitting extension to give Arthur this final, sweet-natured, all-encompassing comfort.
Merlin's mouth fell open, his tongue lolling out slowly, his eyes rolling up. He panted into the cool night air as Arthur worked him into oblivion. At long last, Arthur dropped his lips into Merlin's, and Merlin sucked on Arthur's tongue as Arthur reamed his hole to his heart's content.
After what felt like an eternity locked in a moment, Arthur let out a little roar. His muscles quivered with exhaustion, his breath coming in raspy gasps. He rose to the challenge, a triumphant smile gracing his lips before the contagious curl was passed back and forth in a string of kisses. Arthur had conquered the challenge, pushing beyond the boundaries of what he had ever imagined.
Merlin's muffled moans filled the wagon, his admiration for Arthur shining in his eyes. As Arthur flooded his ass with wave after wave of cum, Merlin's moan cracked into loud, open-mouth gasps: he felt a sense of release from years and years of pent up secrets, channeled into a single arcing escape. The silver snake drizzled down the log and between his legs.
He was Merlin, dammit, and he would not be afraid of himself anymore.
In that moment, Arthur's cycles became more than just a physical feat--they traced a bond between the two men that was stronger than any magic Merlin knew. Merlin and Arthur's lips met one more time, and for a moment, they tasted the freedom they never knew they were missing.
"Thank you," Merlin said, a tear dangling down his cheek. "Even if you have no choice with what you do with me...at least that memory can never be stolen from me."
"Maybe..." Arthur started to say. He ran his fingers through Merlin's hair. "Maybe we just don't tell Uther about the magic."
"Really? Arthur? Really?" Merlin cried freely now, emotionally drained from having years of feelings pulled apart like cobwebs. "Arthur...my prince...How can I ever repay you?"
Arthur nibbled Merlin's lips and slapped his ass. "Who knows? But I'm sure we can think of something."
Author's note: Thanks for the kind words from readers! I've enjoyed this jaunt into Merlin and Arthur's magical world. This story will go on hold for a time while I focus on my other works. Feel free to drop me a line in the meantime:
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