Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 01:34:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Pan and the Woodcutters

			  PAN AND THE WOODCUTTERS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a king and queen who were
childless and longed to have a child of their own. One day, the queen was
arranging flowers, some pink pansies, in a vase and the soft pink of the
flowers upon the delicately white vase struck her as so beautiful that she
sighed and said aloud, "If I could only have a child, a son, who was as
beautiful as these flowers, with skin as fair as this vase and lips as
delicate a pink as these pansies, then I could die a very happy mother
indeed!"
     And as it often happens in these stories, a fairy overheard her wish
and was moved to grant her her heart's desire in every detail, so it came
to pass that she conceived and bore a child, a son who was indeed as
beautiful as if he were a vase full of lovely flowers, with skin as
delicate white as the vase and pink lips the very same shade of those
pansies. And when this queen saw her child, she knew that a goodfairy had
overheard her wish and she sighed and said, "Yes, now I can die a very
happy mother!" And she proved it by promptly dying on the spot.
     So the child, whose proper name was something stately like Panegyric,
was raised by his father and by various nannies who delighted in dressing
him in lacy finery at every occasion and so he grew up rather spoiled and
precocious. So he was on his tenth birthday, when his father brought a new
wife into his house, a very beautiful woman but very cruel. And when his
father followed his mother into death's door in his fourteenth year, and
this new queen was appointed regent until this prince came of age at
eighteen, she showed her cruelty by treating young Pan (for so he was known
by everyone save those who called him "Pansy" instead, for the terms of his
mother's wish was well-known) as though he were a servant in the house
instead of the one who would become king in his eighteenth year.
     He bore up to the duties of scrubbing the floor and sweeping the
chimney and he went to bed covered in grime upon a rough-woven cot instead
of the satin bed that had been his for so long. But he still would become
the king upon his eighteenth birthday and as that day approached, his
stepmother was fully aware that her own reign as regent would end upon that
same day.
     So the day before Pan's eighteenth birthday, she summoned a
woodcutter, a man who was young, big and brawny stature and she paid him
well to take Pan far away from her house and deep into the wild woods and
there to cut his pretty head off his pretty body and leave him for the
wolves.
     This woodcutter came for Pan very early before sunrise, and Pan, who
thought that he was being carried to his birthday party, was quick to chat
amiably with the woodcutter. For his own part, the woodcutter found those
beautiful eyes and wonderfully rosy pink lips so very enticing that there
came a time when he reached over and placed his work-roughed hand upon
Pan's thigh in a manner that could not be mistaken. "It is too beautiful a
day for those woods we are about to enter." he said, and Pan agreed, for
the woods ahead were indeed wild and overgrown. "Perhaps I can entice you
to delay a short time with me under yon oak tree, whose leaves are so full
and whose shade is so cool, and there I might enjoy those lips of yours
that are as pink as the pansy your dear mother held on the day she made her
wish."
     Pan did not understand this part about enjoying his lips, but the day
was hot and the woods were grim and the oak tree was indeed enticing. So he
agreed and went with the woodcutter over and under the oak tree and there
the woodcutter laid out a horse blanket he had and they sat upon the
blanket under the tree and were cool and secluded between the long-hanging
branches and the tall grasses still green despite the hot weather. And when
Pan was settled beside the large, gruff woodcutter, he found out how the
woodcutter planned to enjoy his lips, for the woodcutter began to kiss him
ardently.
     Pan had never kissed a man before, and only his nannies when younger,
so he was unprepared for the heat and possessiveness of that kiss, but he
returned it in all the ardor and enthusiasm he could muster, and felt he
was doing a fair job of it when those rough hands that had seized him by
the shoulders when the kiss began, now pushed his face down that rugged
body and then undid the tie at his pants. "Now get those lips to moving,"
he said gruffly, "and if you can make my organ hum well enough, I shall
tell you something you need to know greatly."
     "I know nothing of these things." Pan demurred.
     "Hah!" the woodcutter barked a short sound of laughter. "I should have
thought those soft rounded lips of yours would have plied over many a man's
tool before mine. But if you are unknown to the pleasures of the flesh,
then I shall teach you. Now reach into my trousers and take out my dong."
     Pan did as he was bade, and then the man said. "Now place my manhood
between those pink lips of yours and with your lips and tongue as wet as
you can make them, and draw upon it as you move up and down."
     Pan did as he was bade and showed a distinct talent for this activity,
for he found the flavor of this man's pud to be quite delightful, tasting
of meat as it did after his years of eating only cold gruel and stale bread
for his meals, and he found the woodcutter's hands gripping his head and
urging him to move both deeper down and faster, and he complied and the
woodcutter moaned most pleasingly to Pan's ear and he moved even quicker
and the woodcutter moaned and his load exploded into Pan's mouth.
     If Pan found the taste of the man's cock to be flavorful, that was as
nothing compared to this liquid treasure that now flooded his mouth and he
sucked it down for his stomach had been denied breakfast and he was very
hungry, and when the woodcutter finally finished his load and lay back
exhausted, Pan continued to suck upon the softening dong, and when it
stirred and rose again after a moment, he happily resumed his
servicing. This second time took longer, but the woodcutter was a man who
spent many long days deep in the woods with no women about and this oral
pleasuring he was getting from this young prince was more than enough to
cause him to rise to orgasm a second time in less than an hour's time. Pan
again sucked every dreg from this brawny man's body and would have
continued further had the man not pulled his forcibly away from his fount
of liquid ecstasy.
     "Ah, young Palace servant!" the woodcutter sighed for that was what
the Queen Regent had told him his charge was. "You are far too talented to
be dispatched in the woods, no matter how much the Queen wishes it."
     Pan was startled by this, but had the good sense to be quiet, and the
man continued.
     "I shall not kill you, but shall take you deep into the woods where my
kinsmen live and you shall spend the rest of your days among them."
     And the good woodcutter was as true as his word, and he carried young
Pan deep into the woods and there Pan saw a fair sized cottage and into
this cottage the woodcutter took Pan and left him there all alone and he
returned to the Queen and told her that Pan had been killed and collected
his fee. After all, money is money and the Queen was in no position to know
that he was lying to her.
     As for Pan, he could see that there were several men living in this
cottage, for there were six beds and he wondered which one of them would be
his and if none were, where would he sleep? But it was still only the early
morning, and he felt that the least he could do while waiting for the other
men to return would be to clean the place up a bit. If the last four years
had taught this young Prince anything, it was how to be handy with a
scrub-brush!
     So he turned to and started a good stew with the meats and vegetables
he found in the pantry, fixed himself a bit of the same for his luncheon,
and spent the afternoon tidying up and getting everything well-washed and
hung out to dry, every spot of the men's clothing (for it was all dirty and
then some) and their bedding as well.
     Then, very tired by his labors, he stripped off his clothing, crawled
into one of the men's beds, and there Pan fell soundly asleep. His last
thought was that this was the oddest birthday he'd ever spent.
     He awakened to a strong male voice booming, "And what have we here in
this bed, but a young man naked and pretty as a newborn piglet!"
     Pan's eyes widened as he saw that the man who had spoken was
surrounded by four more, and all of them were strong, broad-shouldered,
magnificently male and the proud possessors of rather large dongs, and he
saw that last for the simple reason that all five of them were stark naked!
     "Please, sirs!" he called out. "I mean you no harm, I've cleaned your
house, sir, as you can see!"
     "So you have, and started a fine stew for us as well!" a second man
said.
     "But you failed to leave us anything clean to wear!" a third man said.
     "And taken our bedclothing to wash out as well!" a fourth said.
     "And our bedding, too!" the fifth man said, and Pan could see that the
fourth and fifth men were identical twins, and all five of them were
obviously men of the same family.
     "And so having washed ourselves and dunked our day's clothing in the
river before we came in here to wash out the sweat, we find ourselves with
nothing to put on in place of our wet clothes."
     "Did you wash the dishes first, or are we supposed to eat that stew
with our fingers?"
     "Sir, the dishes are clean and dry and in the cupboard." Pan
stuttered. "The stew will be ready by now, sir." For it was now just after
sunset, the room was darkening more by the minute.
     "Then let us all eat!" the man boomed and the rest agreed. Pan was
dragged out of the bed by his arm with no chance to dress himself and told
to dish them all out a bowl of the stew and have a big one for himself, for
he was a growing boy! Pan's reply that he had just turned eighteen years
old and was no longer a boy only got him some raucous comments about in
that case, he ought to have more length in that tiny thing between his
legs! So he gave up and settled in to eat while these five big men devoured
the stew and praised its flavor and another exclaimed how the house even
smelled better than it had in many a day and on and on, they told Pan jokes
and all laughed heartily and Pan felt that if he could no longer live in
his father's palace, he could at least live among these jolly souls well
enough.
     The woodcutter who had rescued Pan returned as they finished their
meals, and he was as pleased as the rest of them at their now-clean home,
and as naked as the others, for he had done as the others had and bathed in
the river and dunked his clothes as a quick form of washing them so he was
as without clothing to wear as they all were, but he took his own bowl of
stew and told them of how he had won a bag of gold from the Queen for
bringing Pan to their home and they must tell nobody that Pan was still
alive.
     "He can stay with us long as he wants, all right!" the man who had
first spoken to Pan said (Pan still didn't know any of their names).
     "As long as he keeps on cooking like this." the second man agreed.
     "And as long as he cleans like he did today." the third chipped in.
     "There is one problem we still have to solve." the fourth, one of the
twins, put in.
     "And that is, where is he going to sleep?" the fifth and other twin
concluded.
     "I was wondering that myself." Pan said. "At the palace, I slept by
the fireside sometimes in the winter."
     "Oh, I think we can squeeze him into one of our beds." the woodcutter
that had brought Pan to the cottage said. "Young Pan here turns out to be
very good at cleaning chimneys, too."
     "I've done that." Pan said, as the others laughed.
     "He cleaned mine this morning." the woodcutter said. "Twice."
     That caused a stir among the men, as Pan slowly realized what the
woodcutter meant. "You mean that if I stay here with you men...."
     "You get to keep not only this cottage clean and our clothes clean."
the third woodcutter said. "You get to take care of all six of our chimneys
at night."
     "Think you're up to it?" the fourth woodcutter asked.
     Pan slowly grinned. "Well, I can certainly try."
     In the spirited debate that consent started, he learned their names,
all of which were selected by their mother from the signs of the
Zodiac. The one who had saved him from the Queen Regent's betrayal was the
eldest, named Sagitan. The first who had spoken to him while he was abed
was Aquaran, the second Arian, the third Liberan, and the twins, the
youngest, were Castellan and Poloxon. Their ages were from Sagitan's
thirty-two years of age to the twin's twenty-one years.
     As for the order in which Pan would service them, Sagitan wanted it to
be eldest to youngest, but the others pointed out that he had already
enjoyed Pan's favors earlier, and so his need was less. The twins then
suggested that the youngest be first, but that was rejected, especially
since none of them remembered which of the two were the younger of the
twins. Other criteria were offered, Aquaran said it should be alphabetical
order, while Poloxon said reverse alphabetical order would be fairer. His
twin Castellan rejected his twin's suggestion on that, and so the argument
went on.
     Pan grew tired of this after a time, for he had been an only child and
didn't understand family squabbling. "Can't you just draw straws or
something and get it over with?" he said irritably after a while. "Whenever
you do decide which one gets me first, come and get me. I'm going back to
bed." And he crawled back into the bed in which he'd been asleep before the
family returned to their cottage, which was the first bed on the left. The
arguments from the six men put him very much in mind of the fights of the
servants, the cook and the butler squabbled constantly about the menus,
usually at the time when Pan could finally rest and sleep, so the sounds
sent him off into slumberland once again.
     He awakened shortly after to find himself with a companion, the one
named Arian was crawling into bed with him. "Have you all decided how to
divide up your time with me?" he asked.
     "Yes." Arian said. "I get you first tonight." And with that, Arian
straddled Pan's chest and fed Pan his cock. It was a large, fat one, much
larger than Sagitan's which had been of a good size but not nearly as big
around, and Pan had to struggle with taking it deep enough to make his
services effective.
     Arian was gentle with him, though. "You're not the first one to choke
upon this monster of mine." he said compassionately. "The way that those
who have been able to take it is to first build up extra saliva in your
mouth and then..." and Arian talked him through the best way to take a
huge-sized dong, which was to open his mouth wider thus-and-so and so let
his tongue and throat deal with the extra size as much as his lips. Pan
managed this and Arian was soon moaning and groaning.
     But nearly as much were the other waiting men in their beds who had to
wait until Arian's pleasure was done before they could take Pan for their
own. And when Arian finally blew his load, he deliberately was vocal in his
delight, moaning and groaning heavily and huskily in the darkness lit only
by the embers of the dying fire that still held the leftover stew in the
pot atop it.
     And when Arian finished, one of the remaining men, Liberon, got out of
his own bed and came over and dragged Pan bodily out from between Arian's
legs. "I get you next, and I'm taking you right now!"
     "No fair!" Arian protested. "He hasn't licked me dry yet! Sagitan said
he sucked him totally dry after each time!"
     "I did!" Pan said but then Liberon had him fully now, he was tossed
over Liberon's shoulder and ferried to the last bed on the right, and
dumped onto it. Liberon followed the bouncing lad into the bed and he and
Pan ended up head to toe, side-by-side, and Pan quickly caught Liberon's
cock in his mouth and the size of this man was such that he took the entire
length of it easily.
     And Liberon's own mouth closed upon Pan's prick and Pan nearly lost
every bit of his ability, the pleasure of it was so much. Liberon sucked
Pan while Pan sucked Liberon and Pan found that sucking a cock while being
sucked was quite a bit different than the straight sucking of another, for
his own attention was more than diverted by his own pleasure. But Liberon's
own actions taught him and taught him well, and when Liberon's ecstasy took
him, Pan was able to drink him down even as his own climax clawed at his
brain.
     And he had no more than shot the last of his wad down Liberon's throat
when he was again snatched by another horny man. This time it was Aquaran
and he guided Pan over to his own bed (left center) and lay back on the
bed, presenting his very, very long prong for Pan's attention. Pan regarded
the long dong and wondered what he could do with this majestic organ to
provide it with proper justice.
     But again, the man came to his rescue, Aquaran told him to lick it and
thus to lubricate it that way, and when it was all greased up, Pan found he
could take it down quite a length into his throat that way, and he moved up
and down the long length and nursed the man-hose in a way that earned him
lusty groans, all the way up until Aquaran groaned and the hot liquid
gushed again into Pan's mouth and he drank it down again, loving that
essential man-flavor.
     And again he was grabbed, this time by both of the twins, and they
ferried him to the last bed on the right.
     "Which of you are next?" he asked as they deposited him on the bed's
bare mattress.
     "I was to be next, with Castellan after Sagitan." Poloxon
groaned. "But we agreed that we could not wait. You want to learn to please
a man, you need to learn how to please two at once anyhow."
     "At once?" Pan was dubious but willing, and the twins knelt on either
side of him and pressed their cocks together. Pan found fitting two puds
into his mouth even more difficult than the thick one of Arian, but he
found the technique of extra lubrication and the popping apart of his jaw
taught him by Arian worked equally well here. He was blissfully working on
these pair of identical prongs, thinking how wonderful it would be if they
would ejaculate together, and then he felt his legs being lifted up.
     It was Sagitan, irate at being passed over in this manner, and he was
pulling Pan's legs up and apart, and sliding himself into the space
between. "If I can't get you anything but dead last, I'm going to take your
cherry for payment." he growled. And Sagitan's prong, well oiled by him
beforehand with some goosefat, was probing at Pan's virginal ass.
     Pan would have objected, but having two cocks in his mouth and throat
made speaking very difficult, and the groans of the twins made them deaf to
any pleading he might have made, so he held still while Sagitan rammed his
greasy prod up Pan's ass. Pan felt the huge dong penetrate him and he
moaned, a second climax struck him instantly, and he sprayed the three men
indiscriminately as his come flew in all directions. The men laughed and
Sagitan rammed him as he sucked the twin's cocks, and soon Pan was nearly
swimming in jizz.
     And that made the other men want to plow Pan's butt as well. The sex
went so far into the night that it seemed he had barely closed his eyes
before the new day had begun. This was the first of many enjoyable nights
for Pan and the six woodcutters. They taught the young prince every
possible sexual position and how to take a man in every conceivable way and
still bring and receive pleasure. And so for a full year, they lived like
this, but on Pan's nineteenth birthday, he unfortunately let slip the truth
of his birth and these six woodcutters were abashed and insisted on helping
him to recover his kingdom from the Queen Regent, who now that Pan had
vanished without a trace for a full year, was ready to assert her own claim
for the throne itself and become Queen in full rather than a mere Regent.
     So Pan and the six woodcutters traveled out of their woods to seek his
kingdom again, and they found themselves soon enough picked up by a troop
of a hundred of the Royal Guards riding on a patrol. Two of the older men
in the troop recognized Pan but their captain was uninterested in such
things as Pan's birthright.
     "I know that the Queen Regent is most generous to all of her Guards
and pays us well for our loyalty." he said. "And you were but a cleaning
boy in her court and I think you spent a worse year with these ruffians, so
why should we follow you? What can you offer us that we can't get better
from the Queen when she takes the throne?"
     Pan only smiled. "Well, there is one thing I can do that she can't."
     It took him quite a while to work the cocks of a hundred and one men
(the Captain of course got first dibs), but by using both mouth and ass
together, he made it in only fifty-one sessions. This took a good part of
the day, but by the end, he had these men's loyalty.
     Of course, that left the remainder of the army to win over. Pan set
out to accomplish this and spent a week of marathon sex that became a
legend in its own right.
     So then came the day when he walked into the palace and stood before
the Queen Regent and demanded her immediate abdication in his place.
     The Queen saw the men arrayed behind Pan and she said, "I see that you
have swayed the hearts of some of my men, but you can't offer them more
than I, who control the very treasury of this kingdom. What can you say to
that, impudent son of my departed husband?"
     "Only one thing." Pan said. And turning to the men, he said, "If
you'll make me the King, I promise to give you the same thing I gave you
all these past few days."
     And the Queen, squawking, found herself tossed unceremoniously out the
window and splashed into the moat. And the moat was full of stale pondwater
and green scum, too!
     So Pan became the king and his first act was to set up a steady
rotation of the men so that he could give them each the attention that was
as important to him as it was to the men, for his lovely pink lips and soft
white skin remained as lucious and flawless as it was on the day of his
birth. He moved the six woodcutters into the palace with him and they all
shared his bed every night.
     And they all lived (fucking and sucking) happily ever after!

				  THE END
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