Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2017 17:35:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Behr Forbear <behr4bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: SyFy Fan Fiction - Chapter 2

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SyFy Fan Fiction - Chapter 2

The events of this story happen when Ingtar and his men leave Fal Dara to
search for Padden Fain and his group of Trollocs and Darkfriends who have
just stolen the Horn. (liberties taken with respect to time, days,
character personalities, etc. though adherence to the original story is
attempted)...


Wheel of Time - Book 2, The Great Hunt, Chapter 9

Chapter 9 - The unit heads out to track down those who took the horn...


The first night the camp was set up quickly with the precision of military
men with experience. Perrin, true to Ingtar's word, was set up in Ingtar's
tent. No one seemed to think that was odd so Perrin chose to think that as
well. Perrin was already in the tent just checking where things were,
noting the floor covering of furs and blankets that apparently would be the
bed and the small lamp in the corner that lite the tent well but wasn't too
bright. The ride from Fal Dara had been rough and fast. Ingtar wanted to
make up as much time as he could to catch those who had the Horn and
violated the Keep. No one could ever remember the Keep itself being
breached and there was no memory ever of Trollocs inside Fal Dara. It was a
disgrace that added to Ingtar's insistence for fast riding and bringing the
Horn back.

During the day's ride, the sexual lust that had driven Perrin the night
before was all too present. In fact it may be stronger here on the trail of
the thieves than at the Keep. He couldn't get the night's events from the
forefront of his mind. A number of times he watched Ingtar ride ahead of
him, the man nearly standing in the saddle with the speed they rode,
watching his ass bounce up and down and wanting to bury his prong there. He
noticed the other men riding with them as well and imagined the same of
them. He knew all of them were experiencing the same sexual lust that he
felt, he was sure of it, but battled hardened men had better skills and
experience perhaps at hiding their emotions than did Perrin, only a youth
from the Two Rivers.

Perrin turned when he heard the flap of the tent rustle. It was Ingtar and
leaving the flap open he began to remove his armor. He never really took
noticed of Perrin though Perrin knew the man knew he was there. Perrin's
prong was hard as a rock watching the man remove his steel. After a bit of
jostling and work Ingtar stood in only his undershirt that hung down to his
knees. He had removed his boots as well and Perrin now caught Ingtar's hard
day's ride scent. It was a mix of sweaty feet, sweaty pits, horse and
dust. Perrin's cock twitched and he felt a small issue at the tip of his
dick, sniffing the man's smell.

Ingtar called one of the junior soldiers to come in and take his armor. The
younger man would take his leader's things and clean, tighten grommets,
check leather lashes, etc. just as he would his own armor. As the man left
with the last of Ingtar's things Ingtar, still ignoring Perrin, turned his
back to him and lashed the tent flap closed. No one outside would disturb
the Lord Commander of the Guard while that flap was latched. The other
tents were spread out with this tent in the center. Each night the Lord's
tent would move to a different location in the formation and there was
nothing to distinguish it from the other tents so as not to draw special
attention to where the Lord was camped. Some nights they would not even
erect the tents but on this first night out it was necessary as a way to
check all the equipment and gear so that if there were things missing or in
need of replacement the group was still not too far from the town and could
secure replacements or repairs without much delay. Once into the Blight, or
wherever Hurin was leading them, they would be on their own with only what
they carried in their packs or pack animals to support themselves. Perrin
was learning all of this new as he had never been in or around military men
before. The Shinairins were masters at military so he was learning from the
best.

Ingtar stood facing the closed flap with his back to Perrin not
moving. Perrin was a big, blacksmith's apprentice that everyone took for
slow and dimwitted. But he was sly and cunning and especially so since
meeting the wolves. He was happy for others to think of him this way. When
Ingtar didn't move Perrin knew right away that the game was afoot. He
stepped up behind the older, leader of men and without hesitation he took
firm hold of the knights topknot. In that instant it was as if all rigidity
melted from Ingtar's body. Until that Perrin had not realized how tense the
older man was. Perrin pulled down on the knot of braided hair and Ingtar
moaned lightly.

Without any preamble Perrin pulled the man by his braid to his right, the
man moved as if on puppet strings, as if fully controlled by whomever
controlled his topknot. Perrin grinned a lustful grin and manhandled the
Lord Commander to the center of the room facing away from him. Standing
there holding that braid like a horses rein, he reached with his free hand
and loosened his own breeches, letting them and the day's dust fall to his
knees. His rigid prong was no exposed just below the bottom of his shirt.

Perrin relished the fact that he had total control of this commander of
men. He was certain no one knew that Ingtar was so inclined to have his ass
ravaged, and by a farm boy at that. It was all too much for Perrin and he
had to get his cock buried in that firm ass.

"We have some hard riding let for the day, you and I, Lord Commander. Now,
assume the position!" Perrin ordered.

Without any delay and another slight moan, Ingtar dropped to this knees and
fell forward onto his hands. Perrin dropped with the older man so as not
lose hold of his topknot. In this position the man's ass crack was
separated and Perrin could smell his musk and feel the heat
radiating. "Face down man and pull your shit crack apart so I may admire
the gash I am to enjoy!" Perrin demanded. Ingtar dropped his face onto the
furs and reached back with both hands pulling at each cheek as he was
commanded.

"Yes, that's it my little bitch lord." Perrin said with a smirk and a pull
on the braid. Ingtar wiggled his ass in anticipation and urgency, begging
to be fucked without saying the words.

The ass in front of him was hairy and firm and well muscled. It was red
with the day's saddle time. Perrin slapped each ass cheek with his free
hand leaving red hand prints on top of the saddle sores. Ingtar gasped and
moaned and wiggled his ass again.

Perrin took note of his hard cock and it's leaking head. He didn't care if
he needed lube and decided that was he produced will have to be enough. He
grabbed his thick, long cock and aimed it where he knew Ingtar's brown eye
to be and then thrust forward. It was hot and moist in the man's asscrack
and Perrin felt the resistance of man who was not fucked often. It was a
battle then of wills, Ingtar wanted to be fucked but his ass instinctively
resisted. Perrin wanted in that silky warm and kept up the pressure. He
could feel the hold starting to open. Perrin pulled hard on the man's
topknot and said, "Take my cock you bitch! Take it! I'm gonna fuck you now
whether you want it or not lord commander! Open. That. Ass!." On `ass'
Perrin pushed with all his considerable weight and strength and pulled back
hard on the knot. So hard, Ingtar's head was raised off the fur. "Hold that
ass open you bloody cunt!" Perrin gritted through clenched teeth. Ingtar
held on to his ass with both hands and then pushed back with his asshole
like he was voiding his bowels. That was the trick and Perrin's dick slide
home. He kept up the pressure until he was half way into the man's
backside. He could go no further and Ingtar bellowed at the
invasion. "That's it cry like the bitch you are my lord. This ass is now
mine, and I will have it anytime and any way I want. You understand,
Ingtar? You understand, cunt? You are my goodwife from now on!"

Ingtar moaned loudly and grunted, he swung his head from side to side at
the searing pain in his backside. He wanted it out but wanted it deeper at
the same time. "Yes! Yes, fuck me farm boy. I'm yours anytime and
anyway. I'm your cunt, your bitch, your goodwife!" Ingtar moaned into the
furs. Perrin withdrew until only his head was buried, spit on his shaft and
then pushed forward for another assault.

Before long he was sawing in and out of the Lord Commander's ass hole at a
fast and hard rhythm. The man took what the boy could give for all his
youthful stamina and vigor the coupling lasted well into the first
watch. They stayed in that same position the whole time until finally
Perrin unloaded his seed into the older man, breeding him as he had bread
Master Boern's goodwife the night before. When Perrin was finished he
pulled out. Ingtar's military hardened ass was red and raw and leaking his
seed down across the older man's balls. It dropped off his sack and mingled
with a very sizable pool of cum on the fur where Ingtar had unloaded
himself multiple times during their fucking.

They were both exhausted but before Perrin would let go of Ingtar's knot he
positioned the man, still manhandling him with it, for a deep, hard
kiss. When the fucking and kissing was over Perrin let go and in an instant
it seemed Ingtar was once again the hard-ass Lord Commander of the Guard of
Fal Dara and leader of men.

Perrin pulled up his breeches but didn't close them, leaving his balls and
dick exposed. He left the tent to go to the privy hole he knew the men had
set up a small ways from the camp in stand of trees. The night was cool
with a slight breeze and the moon was a glowing white light that allowed
him to see without a torch.

When he got to the trees he was not too terribly surprised to find Matt
there. He was on his knees taking piss directly from one of the lancer's
cock. The man sort of jumped at Perrin's sudden appearance causing his cock
to dislodge from Matt's lips for moment. Piss streamed down Matt's tunic
before he could get it back in his mouth. Perrin smirked and sidled up next
to the man whose nerves, Perrin could tell, were beginning to calm since
Perrin was not calling out for the others in alarm.

"Another offering for you Matt." Perrin said quietly as the man finished
and did up his breeches and headed back to the camp. "Take the whole prong
friend, it is covered in shit and cum and I need piss something fierce. It
is all for you."

Matt looked up with a longing and an almost appreciative look to his eyes
as he reached up and guided his friends dirty dick to his mouth.

As Perrin left the privy he passed Ingtar headed there and smirked. Both
Matt and Ingtar were in for a surprise.


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