Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2017 01:56:10 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: The Heathens 28

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*****

The men laughed uproariously at the expense of Bu's knot-tying abilities. I
pulled the petrified P'yetury toward me; the laughter had unnerved him more
than the weapons. "Come, let's get the grime off you. Romans hate
dirt. Then you will have food before they decide what is to be done with
you. I can promise this, though: From that reaction, it will mean a better
lot than you had last sundown."

*****

The Heathens 28: Quicksilver & Sanctuary

By Bear Pup

*****

I spoke with P'yetury as we walked to a point where the bank was rocky
enough that we wouldn't get dirtier cleaning up than we'd started. I had
with me a small cake of potash-soap. He was bright but a complete smartass,
as quick with a compliment as an insult and for all his deep suffering
maintained an uninjured soul. We waded into the creek and I had him simply
lay on the rocks under him as the water washed across his body, the stream
suddenly markedly darker after it passed us. The water wasn't cold, but
neither was it a Roman Bath. When his teeth started to chatter, I had him
stand and started washing him, first with hands, then with a tiny bit of
the soap.

He had said his mother and sisters were killed a week ago, and it had been
a week before that when they last had an actual meal. His body bore
witness. The grime had about a week's intensity (as did his stink), but it
was clear that his family had lived cleanly and carefully. I was most
astonished when I started to clean his cock and balls. Caked with grime as
he'd been, I'd guessed him to have perhaps ten summers based on his size
and frame. If that were true, they grew them fast in these hills!

He had a thick mat of hair which, it seemed, had been trimmed or removed
entirely but had started, perhaps a week or so ago, to regrow. It
surrounded small but well-dropped balls and his dick was... well, a little
bigger than my own (which didn't really please me to be honest). He seemed
completely hairless except for his crotch, ass, legs and armpits, all of
which had about the same length of thick black fur.

"P'yetury, how old are you?"

"I will have sixteen summer this year. Why?"

"You seem, well, you seem..."

"Like a little boy? Yes. We are small, and the lack of food these last five
years had stopped my growing much. My... m-m-m-m-my family had me remove my
hair each day so that I might pass for a youth, too young to be dragged off
to fight for or against the Might of Rome." His frown vanished and a slight
twinkle came in his eye, "Anyway, I hate the hair. I love it on-- um, I
mean, I understand why men may like it as a mark of their virility and
manliness, but I think on me it looks revolting."

Not much of an ass on this one, I thought, but so very nice. Cleaned,
P'yetury was not pretty, but had a sort of... 'cuteness' which seems so
demeaning, but so utterly apt. It wasn't the beauty of Lavic or the sexual
curves of Billen -- certainly not the last on this bony creature -- but I
could seem to sense a vibrant energy underneath that might blossom if he
were fed and cared for.

I continued to wash, at last clearing down to the skin itself. It was fine
and smooth, if sun-beaten. He stiffened slowly as I washed his taint and
ass-crack and blushed cutely. "You know, you almost covered that slip, my
new friend-P'yetury." I let a soapy hand start to play with his growing
erection while the other continued to wash up and down his shallow trench.

"I don't know what you mean, friend-Kucuk." He was a good actor as well.

I leaned in toward his ear and he tried to pull away and look at me, not
successfully since I had his ass in one hand and balls in the other at that
moment. "I like hairy men, too. It is one reason I love my Harcos so much."
I started to actually frig his erection. "Sooooo much hair. Huge dick, big
paws for hands. A bear of a man. A very, very masculine warrior is my
barbarian." P'yetury was squirming now, my words warm in his ear and my
hands doing very nice things to the rest of him.

"You saw them, friend-P'yetury," I cooed. "Which would you pick? The giant
Sziklak so like my own master? The smooth and immaculate Cat? Which man
lights this fire that I feel?"

"Oh, by God Himself. I starved to death, yesterday, didn't I? And this is
the G-G-G-G-G-G-G-ate of Heav-v-v-v-v-v-v-ven!? Which? Um? Which? The one
who h-h-h-h-held me, he is the one! The fast man with the pelt of dark fur
but lean and so terribly stron-n-n-n-n-n-n-ng. Oh! Oh, keep doing that."

"I will. You want to know a secret? That great warrior, Bu he is called, is
without a servant of his own and," I sped my ministrations, "has one of the
greatest talents in boy-love in this part of the Empire. And he smiled at
you, P'yetury, at you." I drew the last word out as a blow of warm wind
into his ear and P'yetury whined and unloaded. I was a bit shocked. His
orgasm was intense, near to violent, but his explosive effusion was weak,
watery, and had only a couple shots. I was to learn much later that
starvation did that to a man.

I had to nearly carry my new friend -- and I actually considered him such
for reasons I cannot to this day explain -- back to the camp. The orgasm,
so long delayed and so intense, sapped what few resources his poor body
retained. I got odd glances from several of the men, to each of whom I gave
A Look before settling the nearly insensate boy on a rock. I filled a bowl
with the nourishing gruel and begged a favour from Furge to feed him one
mouthful at a time, each followed by a sip of water. I sought out Bu.

I cornered the noble-born 'simple warrior' as he returned from his morning
call of nature. "You are a good man. Harcos has said so and I have seen
it. This boy, this P'yetury, is weak and untrained and nearly broken. But
he has a beautiful soul. I don't know what your gods think of souls, but
his is untarnished."

Bu smiled at me, a little sadly. "And what would you have me do, Kucuk?
What do I do with an untarnished soul?"

"Feed him, train him, do for him what Harcos did for me and, and, and for
other young men out of their depth in a terrifying world turned upside
down. Be his sanctuary, his mentor, his guide into manhood." I saw that
struck home. He stared at me for the longest time, never losing my gaze.

"I will do this thing, at least until we find a place for him to be."

I bowed in front of him and kissed his hand, which he snatched away
laughing. I stood and whispered, "I knew you would. Oh, I forgot to
mention. He has fallen for a warrior, the one he says is so powerful and
strong and yet lean, with thick dark fur and flashing eyes and a ringing
laugh. The one, he said, that is the first true man he has seen in far too
long. I am unsure which one he meant. Have you any ideas?" His eyes were
burning by that point. "Oh, and he has sixteen summers, the body of one
with only ten and the cock and balls of one with twenty... not that you
would want to know such things." I turned and walked away, relishing the
sighed whimper that I could just barely hear behind me.

The fourth day's march was tougher as we faced more and more of the
foothills of the mountains that we would eventual have to crest. P'yetury
rode in Pameten's cart reluctantly before realising that he, in truth,
could never have kept pace. He was supplied with a constant stream of small
things to eat, never enough to turn his stomach, and a constant stream of
small compliments and cooings from Bu that, as I or Volot had to translate
them, was far more than enough to turn *our* stomachs.

Volot and I also speed-taught P'yetury the gutter Latin of the
Legion. Volot shocked me to the core by tying things together so
simply. Volot was not bright, he frankly wasn't even smart, but he learned
by finding connexions and working outwards. By the end of the day, P'yetury
was probably at the same place I was on my third or fourth day with
Harcos. He could communicate the basics, especially the sexual ones which
he sought with a fierce eagerness each time Bu moved out of earshot.

When we would normally have taken luncheon, we found ourselves in an area
of worked fields with far too many watchful eyes. Even I could feel the
tension, the fear, the stress around us. These were people afraid for a
reason, and it was undoubtedly a reason we did not wish to meet. We ate on
the march, barely escaping the miasma of dread as the sun started to touch
the mountaintops to our west.

We finally stopped when we topped a long incline to a flat area. We could
simply go no farther and everyone knew it. The men set up the camp and
perimeter as the boys, including a boredom-energised P'yetury, set about
the evening meal which needed to be very filling to make up for the
lunch. We quickly relegated the exhaustingly keyed-up P'yetury to the
collection of about ten times the firewood we needed just to get him out
from underfoot. Bu, unsurprisingly, was simply *charmed* by the boy's
antics. This did not increase the level of contentment amongst the rest of
us.

Dinner was actually surprisingly-successful. Grubo was a wizard for making
cured meat taste fresh and Billen had a deft hand with spices. With my own
local herbs, we made a great team. Ghamad and Lavic worked magic with the
ground grains for a bread that didn't even taste like a fire in a mill (a
real accomplishment). Volot provided the power for pounding meats and
kneading dough. Furge and Pyrkagia handled all the other things that made
camp work. The men were, of course, satisfied and happy if a little on
edge.

Harcos had drawn first watch, so I had the unimaginable joy of Sentry Dick
Duty as Harcos guarded the camp. I counted eleven times in those four hours
when Harcos cued me to hold still and wait. In most cases, he was simply
too close, but three of the times he was nowhere near completion and, thus,
I knew he sensed some potential danger. Both were thrilling and frustrating
in the extreme. What stunned me was that, when the single-bowled clepsydra
said it was time for watch change, Harcos did not allow me to bring him
off.

We swapped with The Skink and Grubo and I hobbled back to our tent, my
'third leg' complicating any attempt to walk normally. We got to the tent
and Harcos looked at me severely and I quailed. What had I done?

"Kucuk, you convinced Bu to take in the orphan this morning." His voice was
flat and uninflected.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes, my Aldus. He is, is, is a pure soul. Did I, um? Was that not
right?"

He pulled me to him and stripped off my camp shirt. "You did a wonderful
thing. You might not have heard it from your.... position, but Bu lived up
to the Owl name with interest. You, my Dasqas, have lived up to the name of
jewel."

I nearly wept. "And as such, you deserve a real reward." I waited,
breathless, as he stretched behind him for a small pot. He reached out and
took hold of me, treating my body like a toy dolly. I was on my knees in
front of him instantly with no real understanding of how. Then again, I
didn't *want* any understanding as his paws pushed grease into my ass and
he cooed and complimented me lavishly.

When his dick finally entered my inner sanctum -- after far, far too much
foreplay -- I was desperate with need and he knew it. He played to that
need, that craving, teasing me to make me scream at him to get on with
it. Harcos proceeded to fuck me so slowly, so deeply, that I was crying
with need, the slow torture of the pleasure driving me to madness. It was
so intense I did not recognise the approach of my own orgasm until I was
pumping my seed onto blankets and grunt-howling with each explosion.

And my perfect and wondrous master, that absolute fucking bastard, did not
vary his pace one whit. He sawed in and out, but now reached beneath me and
took my nipples into his huge, rough fingers, scraping, pinching and
twirling them. My breath was coming in short, shivering pants now. Finally,
I heard Harcos begin to emit short, deep growling moans, grunts of
pleasure. He was fighting his own orgasm and his muscles quivered with the
strain of not simply plundering my ass. Finally, his growls became
strangled and I could feel a single pulse along the shaft. Harcos gave in,
then, and plunged into me, roaring his release. I felt his load explode
into my love nut deep inside and I wailed as another handless orgasm
wracked my own body.

I woke before light and squirmed into position. Harcos was partly on his
side and I nursed him to drink his morning piss. He mumbled in his sleep as
he released into me and I drank fully, adoring the acrid nightwater of my
master. He still had not woken but just murmured in his sleep as I nudged
him gently onto his back so I could suck him off. My ass suddenly tingled
and itched with need for him again and I thought, 'Why not?'

I renewed the grease in my ass and, silently as a mouse, straddled Harcos'
wide frame. I sat back slowly, guiding his huge prick to the place I needed
it most, sheathed in my own ass. I grunted as the head hit me, and threw my
own head back when it breached the ring guarding my secret entrance,
stifling a keen of pain. I could not contain a yelp aloud as I pushed
deeper and had to stop to get use to the invader. I had drastically
underestimated the value of Harcos' extended foreplay. I watch my sleeping
master's eyes flick back and forth under their lids and wondered what he
was seeing in his dream as his body fed me what I craved as I slowly sank
deeper and deeper onto him.

My ass suddenly felt the wiry bush surrounding the club that had so quickly
become essential to me. I had the root of Harcos where he (and I) needed it
to be, within the deepest temple of my body and my soul. Just then, Harcos
gave a loud groan and came snortingly awake, eyes wide and senseless for a
moment as he realised that his dream, whatever it had been, had morphed
into seeing his puppy furiously impaling himself on his fiery cock, rising
and falling, whimpering and whining. He threw his head back in another epic
groan as he began to thrust up with an urgent need. I stopped moving and
let him fuck himself into me.

I let out a surprised yelp when his sweat-wet hand grabbed my cock and
began to frig me in time to his thrusts. There was no art to this, now,
none of the restraint of the night-time. We raced each other to
completion. My seed blasted forth, splattering his face as those same,
powerful, eruptive contractions brought my master to his own morning
eruption. I hurriedly licked Harcos clean and grabbed a cloth to cleanse
his sweat as I feasted on the cum and assjuice that coated his mighty
spur. In turn, he reached forward and wiped up and down my trench,
capturing the worst of what was leaking from me.

After getting Harcos dressed, I scurried to the edge of the camp where we'd
dug a small latrine trench and voided myself, cleaning up as best I
could. I found that I was suddenly joined by a bouncing bundle of energy, a
very self-satisfied P'yetury who set about the task I'd just finished.

He turned to me, breathless, "He let me, l-l-l-l-l-let me suck on his
manhood! I'd n-n-n-n-n-never thought of such a thing! It was marvellous,
Kucuk. I owe you everything, not just my life but my ultimate pleasure. I
will repay you, I swear it!"

"You owe Bu your loyalty and your life, friend-P'yetury, not me. All I did
was let you each see what you needed. You and he did all the rest."

"No. You are a gift from the One True God, Kucuk." I startled, suddenly
scared. "Be at peace. Like you, I am within the Brotherhood of Christ. I am
called Yosef in temple. May I, may I know your true name?"

"I threw away the hateful name my twisted family gave me and have not been
to a Mass to take a new one."

"What will you take, my brother?"

"Whatever God wills." I knew, but could not say, that God had already
willed and given me my sacred name through the Dream-Strasta weeks
before. I would become Szentély, the sanctum in which Harcos' heart
could dwell in safety. I knew, now, finally, that Strasta had spoken
truth. Harcos and I were meant to be joined, he my saviour and me his
sanctuary.

<eof>

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