Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2020 04:03:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Gronoc Lord story

                         THE GRONOC LORD
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     Prince Lelan scampered happily through the castle corridors.  These
halls were underneath the castle and lined with solid oak doors with small
grated windows in them, the dungeon of the keep, but he passed most of
them, they were empty, anyhow.  His father was loathe to keep any man
overlong in such places, and unlike his forebears, chose alternate forms of
punishment.  He was headed for the door which had two sturdy guards posted
at its sides, for inside it was a very important prisoner indeed.
     "Your Highness?" one of the guards inquired as he walked up.  "What
are you doing here?"
     "I want to see the Gronoc." the prince said lightly.  "Can you let me
and him be alone inside there for an hour or so?"
     "Inside alone with a Gronoc?" the guard was shocked.  "But...but, Your
Highness, that would not be safe...."
     "He is shackled to his bed, isn't he?" the prince asked.
     "Well...yes, he is, Your Highness, but if he should breaks the chains,
you would be in danger."
     "He will still have the door to keep him within." the prince explained
patiently, for he'd foreseen these objections.  "And the Gronoc is not
stupid, he will not harm me knowing he would be tortured to death for doing
so, now will he?"
     "It is not wise." the guard stammered.
     "I have ordered you to let me in." the prince pressed him.  "I will
say so to my father if he learns of this."
     The guard sighed and agonized, but pulled the key up and unlocked the
door, locked it again when the prince went inside.  The other guard
gestured to him to come away, and he agonized again, complied, leaving the
prince alone with the Gronoc prisoner.
     Inside, the prince regarded the massive non-human form lying on the
bed.  The Gronoc's body was much that of a muscular man's, being some eight
or so feet tall when standing upright, with the same strong, powerful arms
bound to either side with the hands over his head, and the keg-like hips
under a slender waist under a massive chest, and all of it was a medium
shade of green.  The face was less human, with a pair of tusks jutting from
the lower lip in front of the upper, and the other teeth sharp and
fearsome.  The nose was wide and pug, the eyes were yellow with fiery red
pupils, the head bore no hair and the ears were larger and pointed at the
top.  This majestically powerful form wore only a slender loincloth and
iron bands on either arms at the biceps, and he snarled as he regarded the
slim youth who had invaded his prison.  "What are you doing here?" he
demanded in guttural but understandable Elsh.
     It was not Prince Lelan's native tongue but like most inhabitants of
this world, he spoke it fairly well, it was a "common tongue" used by the
population to talk to those who didn't speak their own language.
     "I wanted to see a real, live Gronoc." Prince Lelan said, and he ran
his hand over the muscled lower leg.
     "Well, you've seen me, now leave me." the Gronoc growled.
     "But I want to look more." Prince Lelan protested and now his hand
went to the upper leg.  "You look so powerful."
     "I am the Lord of the Gronoc!" the captive snarled.  "I am not a toy
for you to play with!  Release me and I shall show you how powerful I am by
burying my teeth in your neck!"
     Prince Lelan just giggled at the threat.  "My brothers would never let
you do that." he said.  He had six of them, all older and as the youngest
of them, he felt invulnerable under their blanket protection.
     "I'll lay them all out beside you." the Gronoc threatened.  "Release
me and I'll spare your miserable lives and simply leave."
     "I can't do that." the Prince answered.  "I don't have the keys."  Now
his hand went to the flat, taut stomach and fondled the green, warm flesh.
     "So get the keys." the Gronoc demanded.
     "Don't want to." the Prince caught hold of one firm nipple, tweaked
it.
     The Gronoc snarled in pain as his teat was pinched by the young
hand. "Get your hands off me!"
     "Don't want to." the Prince declared as he squeeze the nipple again
and the Gronoc howled again.
     "Release me now!"
     The Prince just giggled and his hands stayed busy on the broad,
muscled form.  The Gronoc continued to writhe in humiliation as the Prince
played with his form, feeling the muscles, ooh-ing at the way they flexed
and moved.  But when Prince Lelan reached the loincloth held in place only
by a strong cord tied at the waist, the noises stopped.  Prince Lelan's
hand found the knot tying it in place and gripped the ends.  "Do not touch
that." the Gronoc warned.
     "Why not?" the Prince tugged on the cords.  The knot was not a "hard"
knot, pulling the ends would loose the knot.
     "Do not pull the cord!"
     The Prince pulled the cord and the loincloth was undone, now a limp
unsecured piece of cloth covering the nexus of the powerful legs.
     "End this now!"
     "Okay." the Prince pulled the loincloth away from the Gronoc's crotch.
It was still held by the Gronoc's weight on the back part, but the entire
body now lay uncovered and exposed.
     The penis, now showing, was also shaped much as the human's, though it
had no foreskin as humans do, the glans was present and shaped the same as
man's, but no skin hid the way it flared before becoming part of the shaft.
The entire thing was huge for a human but only somewhat large for a Gronoc
build.  Prince Lelan beheld the thick prong and he oohed in delight.  "That
is so big!" he enthused.
     "Cover me up again and now!"
     "Why?" the Prince asked innocently, as he caught hold of the huge pud
and fondled it.
     "Because this is unseemly and undignified!" the Gronoc sputtered.
"Unhand me at once!"
     But the organ was filling and growing.  It soon stood high and potent
in the prince's young hand.
     "Don't you like me doing this?" the Prince asked as he jerked on the
gigantic pud.
     The Gronoc's breath was coming faster but he snarled, "You should not
touch a Gronoc Lord like this!  It is undignified."
     "But you like it, don't you?" the Prince's hand sped up and the Gronoc
moaned.  "My friends like it when I do this with them."
     "You and your...friends?" the Gronoc gasped.  "You are sick as are all
of your breed!"
     "They also like it when I do this." the Prince leaned over and his
mouth enclosed the thick prod.  He could only suck down a few inches of the
huge oversized dong, but he mastered it and began to bob up and down on the
Gronoc's tool.
     The Gronoc groaned in pleasure but he said, "You are a foul piece of
excrement, young Prince of Man.  I shall take great joy in drinking your
blood when I get free of this.  Uhhhh!" the Gronoc threw back his head and
moaned.
     The Prince sucked the great schlong until it was a greasy pole of
tumescent desire.  His lips made eager sounds of hunger as he slurped and
licked the warm Gronoc tool, bathing it in his saliva.
     "You filthy perverse disease-ridden monstrosity!" the Gronoc stormed.
"You will never be able to shrive the guilt of your behavior to me, all
Gronocs will not rest until you are dead and they have feasted on your
bones!"
     The Prince had been busy on his own clothes as he worked the thick
cock with his mouth.  He stood up and his lower garments were completely
gone from his body, he wore the tunic as if it were a nightgown.  Garbed
thus, he climbed up onto the bed and straddled the panting, sweating
Gronoc.  The beast was driven out of his mind with his desire despite his
curses, he thrust his hips upwards as if to recapture that mouth and force
it to continue to pleasure him, but the mouth continues to spew its
warnings and expletives heartily.
     Prince Lelan squatted onto the giant prong and as his anus contacted
the thick prick, the words ended sharply, and the Gronoc lord just looked
up at him in disbelief.
     The Prince's weight sent him down onto the huge prong as if his body
were a glove to the massive creature, his bowels stretching to take the
pole and clutch it tightly.
     Done, he looked at the Gronoc Lord and smiled at him.  "You see, you
like this, don't you?"
     "You are an abomination to this world as are all of your kind." the
Gronoc said with the heat of his venom diminished.  "We shall not rest
until we have vanquished all of your kind and driven you from our world's
face."
     "But you like this." Prince Lelan said in satisfaction.  "I like this,
too.  Just like I liked my friend Shann's cock when he let me ride him, but
he's not in the courts now and I haven't seen him in a long time."
     "Beast of the Foulness, get off of me."
     "Not before I have some fun first." Prince Lelan said and he began to
move up and down.
     The Gronoc only moaned as the young prince rode on his dong, and began
an odd snuffling growling sound.  As he did, the hips began to move and
thrust upwards and helped Prince Lelan fuck himself on his cock.
     Prince Lelan groaned and shook in his climax and he slowed, panting.
As he did, the Gronoc growled seriously and began to thrust upwards in
earnest, bouncing the exhausted youth on his prick and then he gave a
seriously loud snarl and climaxed, squirting the lad's buttocks full of hot
pale-blue jizz that gave off a smell of copper as it dripped from the young
ass.
     Finished, the Gronoc lay still and silent.  Prince Lelan pulled the
thick dick from his ass with some difficulty (it seemed to have swollen
inside of him after climaxing), and crawled off the now-exhausted Gronoc
lord.  "That was very nice." he told the panting beast as he pulled his
tunic back on over his upper body.  "I liked playing with you."
     "Prince Lelan, are you all right?" came a call from outside.  "We
heard a noise, Your Highness, can we be of any help?"
     "I am fine." Prince Lelan told the face peering at him through the
grille.  "Just go back to standing guard, I'm coming out in a minute or two
more."
     "As you wish, Your Highness." The guard answered.
     Prince Lelan pulled on his lower clothing again and stood, looking at
the quiescent Gronoc.  "That was fun.  See you again tomorrow." and he went
to the door and asked it to be opened.
     The Gronoc was dumbfounded by the comment and began to storm anew as
the door was opened.
     "He seems very agitated." the Guard told the young Prince.  "What did
you do with him?"
     "I just had a bit of fun with him." the Prince explained.
     The two Guards looked at each other, many past royal members had found
their "fun" in the dungeons, tormenting the prisoners in various ways.  It
was a royal prerogative, and not to be questioned.  They nodded and stood
straight at their posts as the young Prince scampered away.
     He found his father and asked, "Father, I have a question?"
     "Yes, my Son?" the King answered.
     "What are you going to do about the Gronoc lord in the dungeon?"
     "Him?" the King was puzzled, but proceeded with the answer.  "I can't
release him, he's far too dangerous to the kingdom.  But I don't want to
kill him, either, that would anger the Gronocs far too much.  No, I shall
simply have to keep him prisoner here in the dungeons for as long as I
can."
     The Prince beamed happily at that answer, kissed his father in
gratitude and ran off to play.  He had many more days to enjoy his fun with
the Gronoc Lord in the days to come.

[This story is a sample from my book "The Captive Heart" available for sale
only at my website, the URL is below.  The story above has had some
modifications to it not affecting the storyline overall in order to comply
with Nifty's guidelines for publication.  The stories in the book were
mostly written for the same paying fan, and thus are of a similar nature
and storyline as this one.]

                             THE END
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