Date: Sat, 4 Dec 1999 14:57:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Hal Courtenay <hcourtenay@yahoo.com>
Subject: Submission: Balo the Dwarf

Standard disclaimer:
	This is a work of fiction. It is intended only for adults. This is
an adult piece of erotic fantasy involving the fantasy characters of
Dwarves, Minotaurs, Elves, and Humans. If you do not wish to read explicit
sexual material or are under the age of 18, do not read this. If you do not
object to material that involves men with men, fantasy 'bestiality', water
sports and domination, than this is for you... other wise go away!

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Balo The Dwarf
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Forward

	In this fantasy setting, the land has suffered through a long
period of war where nefarious forces have set upon the genocide of the non
Human races. The Dwarves in particular were hit very hard for the
underground fortresses that were their homes and for the great weapons and
armor they forged. Now that the time of battles has past, the Dwarves are
setting about reclaiming their tribes and repopulating their
tunnels. Dwarven females have long cycles and infrequent births. Dwarves
are taught from birth that propigation of the species and the solidity of
families and tribes is their number one priority. Homosexuality is not an
option. It is not unheard of, but it is considered counter productive to
the needs of the species at this current time.
	As monstrous creatures and Humans still stride upon the outer
world, the Dwarves remain ever on guard. Their gods and their tribes set up
elite fighting forces among their militia. These rough Dwarves live a life
almost separate from the rest of their clans. They are first into battle
and the last to leave the field. They take apprentice Dwarves which they
call Murants that they train in the elaborate rituals of their warrior
clans. Many Dwarves see them as Bah-khull or "Ones To Live Apart".
	Balo, a Dwarf that is being treated as an outcast for his want to
not partake in the Dwarven ideals of work and family, has come back from an
adventure with a mercenary group. His best friend in this group is a
Minotaur named Tagger. As a minotaur Tagger can change his shape from that
of roughly a bull to that roughly of a human and of course to that of the
regular form of a minotaur.

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I.

	Balo pulled out his leather and strap kit and began to work on the
grip of his Dwarven Thrower. This had been the first real time he had a
chance to tend his equipment in the last tenday. After being ambushed by
giants and those fuckin' tree huggerin' Elves, kidnapped by a dipshit mage,
and then finally giving up trying to kack the guy they had been sent after,
Balo and his mates had made it back to their homebase. Balo hadn't bothered
to do much of anything upon arrival aside from stow his gear and work on
his equipment. Terrian, their fearless leader, Maruutin the resident magic
spook and Tagger-Tee his Minotaur tagteam partner wanted to make a night of
it upon returning successfully back to town. Balo wouldn't mind a good
drunk, but he was hurtin' after the battle and really didn't feel like
being dragged off to the brothel's with Tagger and Terry. He just made a
big bluff and told them to go ahead.
	Balo gave up a long time ago trying to be one of the mates. He was
never successful at having many mates in the warrens, and didn't fare much
better being the lone Dwarf in this mercenary band. He had one true
friend. Tagger. That was it really. Tagger stood beside him through
anything. His warren mates always fell back on Dwarven convention. Work was
all, propagate the race or any of the other standard lectures always drew
his tunnel mates back home and back to the work-a-day toil of the mines or
the forge.
	Balo remembered when he was very young sitting for hours in the
common mess listening to the Hunters and Rangers tell their stories of the
wild and their comings and goings. He knew the stories grew in the telling,
but the idea of the sheer freedom of life on the road had a great appeal to
him. Soon he was friends with KaiLoo and Ren-Turil, they were Hunters in
warmer days and they were also militia men in the frosty days. They would
come to expect him to be at the long tables when they went off of duty and
had their mid-day meal.
	Balo remembered one day, Kai came alone to eat as Ren had to mend
his wounded hand and wrist that was savaged in a tussle with the large
snow-wolves that were hungry and aggressive that winter. Kai was dirty and
tired and not terribly hungry. He said he was going to go and clean
up. Balo was visibly disappointed, so Kai urged him to come along. The
militia grotto was usually off limits to anyone else, but Kai assured him
it would be okay. The larger warrens had many public (anyone) and semi
public (any Dwarf) grottos, while this particular sub-set of smaller
tunnels had a major grotto for the chieftan's direct servers and
militia. The families made do with their own arrangements for bathing.
	They went into the outer room of the grotto and he waited while Kai
talked to the unamused fiery red-headed Jorin GrubFist. Balo always knew to
stear clear of this no nonsense organizer and equipment distributer. Kai
pointed back at Balo several times making him feel really self concious
amongst the others here stowing gear after coming in fresh from the
field. He noticed the different rank markings of paint and medals and hair
braids and jewelry. They would pass around him, giving him no notice. It
was intoxicating too. The smell, the leather, the talk and the mustiness
gave him a dreamy sense of a world foreign to his own. Soon he was startled
back to reality when Kai called him over.
	"This is Balo Nalub, Jorin. I will take him as my murant." Kai told
the squinting Jorin.
	The red bearded Dwarf looked down at him, "Where's Ren?" Jorin
asked Kai while still giving Balo a piercing skunk eye. Kai replied, "He
was hurt in the mid-day raid of the snow-wolves by the south entrance. He
is being mended in the cleric hostels even now, so in his absense, I chose
Balo here to work in his stead."
	Jorin looked back to Kai, "He's a gemsmith, Kai...he's not part of
the Axe-Guards. He shouldn't even be in here!"
	Kai leaned into him and spoke quietly. Jorin eyed him with one long
eye, "...and two more when you get back!"
	Kai sighed, "One and I'll sign him up..."
	"Hmmph... okay," Jorin said turning to Balo. "Can you write,
oppie?"
	Balo said, "No, but I can make my clan rune!"
	"That's fine," Jorin said and he had Balo sign a piece of paper
filled with runes and lines.
	"Thanks, Jorin..." Kai said putting his arm around Balo and heading
towards the far door.
	Balo followed Kai over to a bench. Kai sat down and had Balo stand
in front of him. "What was that all about Kai?" Balo asked staring into
Kai's face.
	"I made you my murant when others weren't available." Kai said. He
explained that high ranking officers had junior officer murants that tended
to them. They were assistants, mess-mates, gophers or any number of other
things the higher officer required. Kai took Balo over to the tunnel exit
that opened into the main steamy grotto cavern. He got down on one knee to
be closer to Balo's level and pointed out others in the grotto. He looked
out into the room and saw many naked militia Dwarves. He had never seen so
many males bathing at one time. These were not his young Dwarf mates, these
were robust, barrel chested, massive stumps of Dwarves. Sitting along the
edges of the water, in the water and under the small water falls. Massive
hairy chests, huge arms and thick legs. Their backs massive with muscles
and hair, their appearence in this usually off limits bathing area, made
him vibrate with nervous tension. They were fierce, they were bold, they
were...beautiful to him.
	"Don't be afraid, Balo-you'd only need fear them if you were an
intruder." Kai said reassuringly. He pointed out some of the more important
Dwarves Balo recognised then he pointed out each of the murants. He watched
as some would bathe each other, others would pull out braids and re-work
them, and some would gather towels and gear. He told Balo that most murants
were treated well. The higher officer and his murant grooming each other
was a sign of respect. It engendered respect and a family bond. The braids
and the jewelry were clan traditions and signs of rank in the militia. They
were intricate and the murants practised on the higher officer and took
great pride in that officer's and their other mess mates appearance.
	Appearance and station meant a great deal. He did note that some
were treated quite roughly, and some were treated as a brother. Most
murants were treated well. They were taught discipline and respect, plus an
unbreakable bond that would carry down even through generations.
	 They walked out to some stools and tables and racks in a far
corner. Here the Dwarves left their gear for repairs and cleaning. Also
available were towels and cakes of soap. Balo listened to Kai call out
greetings to a couple of the Dwarves as they walked out. Balo took
particular note of the naked backside of one Dwarf who was washing off the
soap from his chest under one of the small downpours of water. Kai sat down
on a stool.
	"You have to undress me," Kai told him.
	Balo worked at each piece of the hide and metal armor. As it came
off he put it on one of the stacks of equipment as Kai directed. He loved
the feel of the pieces of hide as they came off. His fingers dug into the
straps and pulled at them. They were tight and heavy. Much heavier than he
expected. Indeed he did have to pull them off of Kai. His muscles and odd
sized limbs made it difficult to pull the more fixed sized pieces off. The
smell of Kai was incredible. The musk of him and of the leathers was
beautiful. He never felt like this and he was becoming light headed with
the sensation. His skin was tough like leather with scars and scratches and
grooves and viens. Touching Kai's skin was hot and exciting.
	Kai told him, "Slow down, don't rush and don't be nervous." Balo
was obviously flushed and jittery. Before he pulled the chest piece over
Kai's head, Kai had him pull out the ragged braids and the pieces of
jewelry from his hair and beard. Balo was a gentle as possible and ran his
finger into Kai's dark brown mane of hair and pulled out the gold and
platinum ringlets. He untwisted the braids as per Kai's direction. Kai put
his large hand around Balo's shoulder while Balo worked. Another pair of
Dwarves came in and sat near them. They were gruff and loud. The older
Dwarf was extremely anxious to get out of his gear. He was quickly shrugged
out his single chest piece by his murant. Then Balo watched as the older
Dwarf kicked off his standard tunnel boots and began to undo his leggings
while the murant took off his own clothes. The murant was nude quickly and
Balo was much impressed. He glanced over him noting that his belly was
tattooed with a sigil that when down near his groin. His smallish cock was
nearly obscured by a thick bush of dark black hair. The older Dwarf however
completely took Balo's attention when the front of his leather leggings
came open. Though covered in white underclothing, the older Dwarf's
genitals were bold and defined against the thin material, nearly bursting
out of their tight confinement. Then the murant pulled the leggings away
and the side of the white cloth was bright Crimson.
	"Oh Damn it all," the older Dwarf barked. He held out the edge of
the white cloth and the murant took it and peeled the underclothing down
carefully so the older Dwarf could step out of them without bending. The
cock and testicles of the older Dwarf looked as thick and hearty and viened
as the rest of him. Easily this was the biggest cock he'd ever seen. The
murant got on his knees in front of the older Dwarf and Kai said, "Watch
this..." Balo looked at the murant put two fingers against the open wound
as he chanted what Balo recognized as the Vosaza, a religious prayer. The
wound closed and healed as his fingers ran over it.
	The murant layed back on the ground gasping and choking. Balo saw
the wound was now upon him. It faded and soon disappeared. Kai said, Master
Daalun is training Tun to be a new Hammunrung (religious order of
fighter/priests). They were in on that skirmish this morning. Kai said a
few words of respect to the higher ranking officer, and Daalun responded
appropriately. Daalun and Tun moved on to the water. Daalun still walked as
if he were sore.
	Balo continued with Kai, and soon had his leggings off. He was
impressed with Kai's massive legs. The muscles were tremendous and showed
off his bowleggedness quite impressively. He could see the knotty
musculature about the knees and some scars as well. He had to fight
fiercely to get the boots off, but soon was successful and he pulled down
the thick wooly socks off his large flat feet. As the second stocking came
off, Kai stood up wearing only his white cotton undershorts. Balo took in
the stunning vision of this dirty, musky shaggy Dwarf standing over
him. Only a little of his face paint remained, but he had a few clan
tattooes on his arms and on his chest. His barrel, brown hairy chest with
the dark nipples peeking out, his thick brown hair running down his
shoulder into his thick beard, his massive bow legs supporting his huge
mass and musculature, and the front of his undershorts sagging with the
weight of a long cock slung to one side and an equally full sack pushing
out the front of the white material.
	He turned his hip to the side and indicated to Balo. Balo took his
fingers and put them to Kai's hip. The flesh was like fire to his finger
tips. He pulled at the string tie and undid the easy slip knot. He pulled
the white shorts away from Kai's body as if he was in slow motion. He could
see where the hair on his chest trailed down the split of his groin and
joined in a thick dark patch of fuzzy hair. As the shorts came away
completely, the thick fleshy tube of Kai's cock swung down into place over
a grand sack of balls. It was dark against the paler skin of his pelvis and
hips. It had a thick vein running across the top of it. Even flaccid, it
must have been 6" long with the fleshy thick foreskin that covered the
head. Wow, Balo thought. His young cock was nowhere near as impressive as
this. He couldn't look away. This made him nervous and bit
confused. Suddenly he realized he was staring as Kai clasped his shoulder.
	"You did that well, Balo. Now, for you," Kai said as he began to
undo the typical Dwarf shirt, a blousy white laced up the front shirt with
big arm holes that was usually tucked in but left unlaced up. Balo had no
chest to leave it unlaced for so Kai began to undo it. He untied the string
sash around Balo's pants and pulled the shirt out and off over his
shoulders. Balo was a little unsure and nervous. Kai reached to pull open
the front of Balo's britches and hitched them down over Balo's hips when
Balo grabbed at Kai's hand. Kai saw that Balo's young cock was at full
erection underneath the cotton shorts. Kai made no indication of
it. Instead he talked to him slowly and carefully and reassuringly. He told
him of what he expected of him and what his future responsibilities would
be.
	Soon Kai looked him in the face. "Are you ready to go on Balo?"
Balo nodded.
	Kai pulled off Balo's boots and his stockings, then he pulled down
his britches and his under shorts. Balo was no longer erect. In fact, he
felt rather puny. He wasn't old enough to really start filling out and
gaining the hair and beard yet. Soon, but not soon enough.
	Together they walked over to the grotto and sank into the warm
frothy water. Kai told him it had a mild healing onus upon the
water. Enough to take away the bumps and bruises of the day. He washed all
of Kai that day. He learned the ritual of bathing and the included
repetition of words and verse. He learned how to wash and clean a huge main
of hair like Kai's and his beard and how to reassemble the braids and
jewelry. He learned how to massage over muscles and nerve points loving the
feel of the grisly muscle under his fingers, & the sheer raw power that
flowed through the fibers of tissue. Balo scratched through the hair and
beard carefully grooming him.
	He listened as others told stories or gave lessons. Balo was glad
he was in the frothy water. His erection was back at full steam. He had
never felt like this before. He was embarrassed, he was confused, he was
thrilled, he was quite unsure. As he cleaned around Kai, he new Kai could
feel his erection bump against him and rub his skin. He just new he was
flushed red like fire and ready to pass out when Kai stood up so Balo could
wash the hair of his groin then over the great fleshy tube and weighty
sack. He dared not linger, he felt he was being watched, but no one seemed
to care much or take notice.
	Soon he was finished and Kai, while continuing a discussion with a
mate, he began to groom Balo. He let Balo stay seated while he washed over
him. Kai washed over Balo's erection, grasping it firmly but without
indication, leaving Balo with no doubt that Kai knew of his
excitement. Balo was again fiercely blushing and he lost his erection, in
fact he felt it nearly crawl away inside him. Kai stood him up, finishing
the routine, then having him sit on the edge of the grotto. This gave Kai's
companion a chance to look over Balo.
	"Where'd he come from Kai?"
	"Balo? Well, he's a regular at the bull sessions in the common
mess, so I had him come along while Ren was at the Clerics."
	"He's awful small ain't he Kai? Is he even from the militia clans?"
	"Umm... well, no, he's from the gemsmith clans."
	"Hah, hah...no wonder there's not a blemish on that pink skin, heh
heh!"
	Balo blushed wildly. "Leave off, Cal," Kai chided, "He's a good kid
with a lot of potential. He's got the head for the duty, if not the back
just yet..."
	Kai worked on Balo's hair and put in a small sharp looking braid to
trail down the side of his face. He'd never forget that. Being surrounded
in the warmth of the collective male bossum that day. Nor would he forget
being beaten by his father for having stayed away so long and for coming in
with that barbarian braid in his hair. His father cut it off his head with
a knife, and threatened worse if he was caught hanging out with those
roughneck militia Dwarves again. No protest was heard by his father, and
indeed, Kai was forbidden to see him again, even if he was signed up under
Kai's sponsorship as a murant. Balo never forgot him. Or the day he found a
small packet on his work bench. It was a gold ring marked with Kai's clan
rune. He hid it away.

II.

	Balo looked at Kai's ring hanging from the neck chain he wore. He
took it off and finished up working on his warhammer. He hadn't even
bothered to get out of his gear, he just pulled off his shirt and set down
to work. He didn't grow into being a huge Dwarf by any means, but he wasn't
a light weight. He stood roughly four feet tall and weighed in at a
whopping two hundred and fifty pounds with a shaved head with runic tattoos
on his skull and a thick black goatee. He was often chided for not
blossuming into the traditional stump that most male Dwarves turned
into. His chest was generous no doubt with great pecs that sat above a firm
slightly rounded belly. He had fleshy nipples as well which highlighted his
chest.
	When he was younger he had one pierced with a great diamond studded
ring. When it was pulled off in battle, he decided not to replace it. It
had taken a lot of tending to, to restore his nipple. That was a
distraction he did not need in battle!
	His waist was comparatively small and his thighs were similarly
sized. His calves, like his forearms, were stocky and thick. His cock was
also thick. Its hard to guess what size a Dwarf's cock will be as they can
be as mismatched in size as anything else on their body. Some can be as
long as 9" and others were like himself with a sturdy 6" that was almost
thicker than he could get his fist around. Some Dwarves have to make
special protective gear for themselves to keep their proportionately over
sized genitals from become a nuisance in athletic or strenuous
activity. They had always lorded their larger sizes over the Halflings and
Gnomes who were genetically locked into proportionally sized genitals.
	Balo scratched at his beard as he went back to work on the Dwarven
hammer. The warhammer has served him well. He had put several giant archers
belly up with this weapon and he wanted to make sure it was kept in top
condition. After those giant archers had almost killed Tagger, his best
friend in the world, Balo wanted to put some giant heads on pikes. Though
Tagger's mighty Minotaur hide had been saved, Balo's anger was not
soothed. Tagger, Maruutin the Mage and Balo made sure the giants knew who
was boss in this territory. The fucked up wizard that had kidnapped them
was next on Balo's list.
	Balo heard some laughing and Tagger's loud snorting outside the
window. He went and looked out and saw Tagger, Maruutin and Terrian all
heading out for town. Terrian wanted to collect their money and the others
wanted to crash at the local watering hole for awhile then scoot off to the
whore's. Balo never really enjoyed doing that. There was no challenge here
and he was always left cold emotionally.
	He could be sexual, he just couldn't generate heat from the left
overs at the local whore house. They also almost never had Dwarves. A
Dwarven female alone in a whore house was a rarity and an oddity. Balo
would want to 'save' her first, before bedding her down. Even then, he was
never really terribly horny to bed down the Dwarven females either. He had
done so. He had often tried maintaining a relationship with Dwarven
females, but he always seemed to not be able to provide them a genuine
interest or affection. There was plenty of chances for him to try. Dwarven
females a have long cycles between fertal periods and so there had been
ample opportunity. He just never was really satisfied with it. The girls
were also afraid of his anger and his strength. Part of his own sexual heat
involved a bit of rough and tumble play. The females usually didn't take to
this idea at all.
	He always thought fondly of his time with Kai and Ren and yearned
for that kind of bonding and companionship. He was never bright enough in
his younger years to put his head's desire with his cock's desire. He would
masterbate often thinking about the things he had seen in that bathing
grotto, but then when he was done, he made sure to deny it, (as it wasn't
sexual activity he had seen), and then go right back to finding the right
Dwarf to start a family with when he began his own crafting of gems and
jewelry. This was just an assumed fact of life. This is what he would spend
the next 250 years doing. He knew his first was going to be named after him
and the first daughter after his bride's mother. He knew he would be
trading along the southern routes his father did. In fact, when he could
actually smelt something together, they might even work the routes
together.
	It wasn't until he found himself brave enough and finally strong
enough to bloody with his fists the next Dwarf that made fun of him for
being undersized, that he actually started to think about what he
wanted. He wanted to find a relationship with that kind of bond he knew
existed between Kai and Ren. He wanted to see more than just the workbench
in his families tunnels. He didn't want to marry and have a huge
family. When he drew back his bloody knuckles from that Dwarf's broken
nose, he knew, he wanted to fight.
	He finished cleaning up his gear and he went over to the far
room. There was a Minotaur sized tub half filled with water. He hadn't
bathed in a week. This looked good. He pulled out a drawer from the false
bottom of the tub and using a metal pair of tongs, he pulled out some of
the mages hot rocks and dumped them into the water. They dissolved
instantly releasing their heat into water. He put several in, and then
fished out a big bath towel from the cupboard. He undid the straps on his
leggings and then bent down to his boots. He pulled off the thick hide
boots and groaned. His toes had been pent up so long in them, he forgot
what it meant to be able to stretch them. He pulled the tattered stockings
off his feet as well. He spent a while pulling at the leather leggings
trying to get them off. Balo managed finally, noting that they would
definately need to be cleaned if not replaced. Giant innards were all over
them. It might be best to start with a fresh pair.
	Balo stood up and his left testicle rolled out of the cotton loin
wrap that served as his under clothing. He pulled at the string on the side
of his wrap and it fell to the ground. Ahh, he felt good. He slapped at his
chest and roughly rubbed over his nipples and pulled at the long fleshy
foresking that hung over the head of his cock. Even soft, it was thick and
heavy. As he had so often done, he pulled his cock up against his belly by
holding up the stretchy foreskin. His fleshy scrotum also hung low with his
large testicles. He peeled the foreskin back and revealed the knobby head.
	He put some PurifyWater stones on the stand beside the tub for use
as needed, as well as his usual soaping powders and towels and cloths. The
hot water was perfect. Every aching joint and tired muscle sighed in relief
as Balo settled into the large tub. His hands went immediately to his
cock. He lifted his hips out of the water as one hand's thumb and
forefinger pulled back his foreskin a bit. He let go of his bladder and a
powerful stream of urine splattered into the air and down onto his belly.
	He liked that. He liked the way his warm piss would splash over his
belly. He rubbed his hand over his belly and spread his urine up onto his
chest where he'd pull at his long fleshy nipples. He pushed his hips up
even further with his feet and he aimed his cock to send the strong stream
onto his chest and face. He caught some in his mouth. Then he let his cock
go and let the rest drain down his belly and run off at his neck.
	He soaped up one of the cloths and washed himself slowly and
carefully. He scratched through the fine mat of hair on his chest and belly
with his fingernails, as he followed the trail underneath his arms and down
his belly to his groin. He washed his head and his beard as he traced over
the rune tats on his skull. Then he scootched down in the water and lifted
his legs and braced his toes on the edges of the tub. He cleaned his thighs
and calves and feet, then he gripped his nearly hard soapy cock. It lurched
into full erection at his touch, the thick knobby head escaped the thick
fleshy foreskin. He gave it a few good soapy strokes. Like most Dwarves,
his cock head leaked a lot of pre-cum out of a big hole. He dipped his
finger into the hole, almost to the first knuckle, and drew out some of the
clear fluid, spreading it around on the head making it shiny.
	Balo then soaped up his testicles as he stretched the big bag until
it was taught with his balls at one end. Then he soaped up his hairy ass
and spent a while scratching and rubbing through the hair down into his ass
crack. He felt his fingers rub over his anus and he groaned as his cock
oozed a lot of the clear sticky fluid. Ever since he was young, his asshole
had always like to be rubbed and played with. He could never explain it or
talk about it to his playmates, but he knew that a good strong cum was made
even stronger when he would play with his asshole. He slid one soapy finger
into himself and moaned. He stroked his cock as he ran his finger in and
out of his butthole. Soon his cock head was a deep purple and was leaking
the clear fluid non stop as he pressed another finger into himself. His
thick Dwarven fingers filled his bottom and ran over that sweet spot that
made him tremble. In and out, he pushed his fingers deep into his
bottom. Then he pulled out just long enough to get a third finger into
himself. He could feel it cumming as he threw his head back in soundless
gasps as his testicles unloaded through the shining star that was the hole
in his cock head. His bottom bucked into the air in great spasms as he
sprayed his sweet cum across his belly and chest in thick ropey
spurts. Some even managed to splash across his face. It was several minutes
before his body stopped cleanching in spasmodic relief. He was covered in
cum as he drew his fingers out of his anus. He lowered his legs and dozed
in the hot water as he wiped the cum off his face and put it to his lips
and tongue. He noticed his nipples were nearly as stiff as his still hard
cock. The head had retreated back into the skin folds, but he was still
erect and horny.
	Balo closed his eyes and rested for a bit. He had always liked the
physical side of himself. He liked to physically test himself against his
DwarfMates once he knew he could stand his ground with them. Balo liked the
rough and tumble play. He liked to wrestle and get the smell of his mate's
skin and hair and sweat in his nose. Since he liked to fight, he was often
considered a bully. Balo never took crap for his size, and he always busted
heads over it. He never backed down from a challenge. He was a deceptively
strong Dwarf. He could head hunt with the best of the punchers and soon was
knocking out Dwarves much bigger than himself. His thick forearms allowed
for brutal uppercuts and his heavy calves gave him a wide steady stance.
	Balo knew he had grown into being a real bastard. He had gone
abroad as soon as he was let out of the warrens on his 29th birthday. He
had come of age and it was time he had seen some sights. He was tired of
the straight laced work ethic in the warrens. If he wasn't reading from
books, he was breaking his back working in the gem mines. He left the
warrens with a couple of DwarfMates and headed over land to the nearest big
city. There he found others who liked to fight just like he did. They had
weekly competitions from Pit Fighting to Gladiator tournaments to knightly
jousting matches. He walked among the fighters and the betting crowds and
saw fighters he could easily beat and Dwarves that were far more brutal and
swift than he could ever hope to be.
	He did find on thing to take home with him. He shaved his head in
the style of one of the Dwarven pit fighters. He went to a local barber and
had his hair removed from his scalp and his neck and left only his
goatee. Then he had the barber tattoo his clan runes on his head. His
DwarfMates were very upset by this. He had the appearance of an outcast
rogue Dwarf. Balo knew he would be looked down upon for his appearance
particularly after his apparent disinterest in Dwarven craft and his
bullying tactics.
	Balo wasn't too far off in his assessment of the clans reaction to
his new look. It was mostly the runes tattooed into scalp that most found
offensive. It smacked of slave markings and Dwarves that lacked clan ties
or home warrens. Balo soon grew tired of the incessent lecturing and the
incredible demands to learn a trade and settle down with a family. He knew
what he liked, it was fighting and journeying overland. He also had learned
to like a stout ale. It fueled his need to fight and it fueled his
anger. Many days Balo would wake up...somewhere...in great pain with
shattered limbs and bloody wounds.
	Balo soon got to see what his heart could not put a name on. Balo
had been about 30 or so, when he had seen two Dwarves fighting in the scrub
brush in the early morning just inside his warrens demesne. Well, it
appeared they were fighting...and just the way he liked too. Bare chested
wrestling with no rules in an open area. He could hear the occasional grunt
as well. He could hear a hard open slap every now and again. He sneaked up
on the combatants, not wanting to openly interrupt something they were
doing secretively. He could see them through the trees. They weren't only
bare chested. They were naked! Except for a leather vest on one and hide
boots on the other, they were naked.
	His throat had gone dry and he could feel a stirring in his
loins. The idea of nude wrestling was almost as exciting as his longing
interest in being near the militia's bathing grotto. This was different
though, they weren't really wrestling. When they unclinched, he could see
the one on the ground had a long swollen cock. Much bigger than his own,
and much bigger than any cock he had ever seen. This was a mighty bull
Dwarf, from the braid in his hair, he was pretty sure it was one of the
militia Dwarves. The other lifted the legs of the one on the ground and
rolled him up on his shoulders. He bent forward and put his mouth into the
others ass crack and began to lick and bite at the others butthole. Balo
had never seen this or even thought of it. His cock was straining in his
pants and it throbbed and ached harder than it ever had when he touched it
by himself. These two bull Dwarves were rutting with each other.
	The one rolled up on his shoulders moaned and pushed his stiff
erection back towards the other one who slapped at the ass cheeks his mouth
was slobbering over. Something in his head said, yeah this was it, he
wanted this! He pulled at his crotch and worked to free his young
cock. Finally, the one Dwarf pulled his mouth away from the butthole he was
devouring and stood over the other Dwarf.
	The other Dwarf begged him. "Please Sgt. Sir, put that big shaft in
me!"
	The standing Dwarf called, "I can't hear you pup!"
	"Sir, please fuck me now!"
	The standing Dwarf put his booted foot across his face, "Show me
how much you want it!"
	The Dwarf started to lick and bite and the boot. Balo started to
laugh...yeah make him beg he thought. After a few minutes he pulled his
boot away. He turned the Dwarf for best positioning and Balo could see
clearly between the legs of the standing Dwarf. He put one finger then
another into the bottom of the laying Dwarf, then he pulled out and stuck
his thick penis to the hole and pushed in. Burnt forever in Balo's memory
is that Dwarf's penis pushing in and out of that butthole with his long
fleshy ballsack banging back and forth.
	"That is what I want," Balo thought.
	Soon the Dwarf was layed onto his back as the other Dwarf fucking
him layed over his belly. They kissed. This was kind of shocking at first,
but they kissed with great passion. Soon he pulled his cock out of the
Dwarf's worn out butt and straddled his chest. His cock was bold and
fierce. It's dark colored head strained boldly out of the fleshly foreskin
and dribbled a stream of clear fluid onto the other's belly as he stroked
the shaft with a mighty fist. Then he groaned and unloaded a tremendous
blast of Dwarf semen onto the other Dwarves chest and face. This was more
cum shot in one load than Balo had ever done! Soon the shooting Dwarf
leaned forward and layed his cock on the other's face. The other Dwarf
opened his lips and sucked the fleshy monster into his mouth. With that
Balo shot a stream of semen so hard he thought he would pass out. When he
was done, he put his sticky hand to his mouth and sucked off the semen
there.
	Balo then layed as still as he could to not be seen and soon the
pair got up and dressed and began to leave. Balo slunked away as best he
could and headed back to the warren. He kept his hands over his crotch to
hide his still elongated penis. He made it back safely and he kept
replaying the scene in his mind over and over again for the next several
days. He tried to talk about some of his feelings with his friends and
teachers and the priests. He would usually get the stern lecture on Dwarven
morality and the work ethic; and how few females there were and about
repopulating the Kingdoms and so on. His friends would play him off as
giving out trash talk. He could not believe the venom in their words for
anykind of activity amongst male Dwarves. They could handle Balo's
brawling, but any other ideas were thought of as evil and worth killing
another Dwarf over. He never brought up the subject again to anyone. Should
he be killed for thinking like this? He didn't want to hurt anyone except
in a fight. He just liked the idea of playing with the boys better than the
girls...and apparently others did too! He didn't know what to think of
himself. His ideas of what got him hot were dispised by the others and if
they wanted to hurt him, he would let them try.
	Balo threw himself into fighting and showing them just what kind of
male Dwarf he was. A few times he would allow himself to get a mighty
erection while fighting others. He would laugh at them and their macho
brawling. What would they think if they new Balo, the cock lover, was
beating the crap out of them? He would just laugh as he punched them into
oblivion.
	By the time he was 30, he was ready to leave the warren, and the
warren was ready for him to leave. He was considered a youngster, but many
had given up on him ever towing the line of the Dwarf ethic. He strapped on
his blades and his leather gear and headed out for the big city fighting
pits. It was there that he would meet Tagger. Tagger was a great
Minotaur. They were both kinda out of their element here. Tagger was looked
down upon because he was a monster, and Balo was looked down upon because
he was an outcast. Balo made friends with him and soon the became
inseperable. Tagger would team with him for group fights and they soon were
unbeatable with their odd ball sizing and swift coordinated attack. After
several years of fighting locally and overland, they gave it up and only
fought in the pit at special events. They had been hired out to do
adventures several times, and soon they met Terrian Graggert and accepted
his offer to work in his mercenary group. They became real close and soon
were joined by Maruutin the cleric mage. Soon, they would have to leave
their territory and move north. They were causing too much trouble in the
local areas.
	Balo continued to suppress his feelings. He had suffered through
the brothel adventures with Tagger and Terry, but his heart was never in it
and he avoided going when he could. He never saw Tagger in a sexual light,
though in his heart he had fantasized about it. He new Tagger was a real
cocksman with the ladies who really appreciated his natural gifts. Balo had
seen Tagger naked and aroused many times. Tagger had seen him in nearly all
his intimate states as well over the many years and many adventures. He
could appreciate what Tagger had between his legs. Tagger was also a
Taurian creature and was thus allowed to change his form. Minotaurs didn't
usually do this often like the Centaurs did, but he could change to being
mostly human, mostly bullish, or his natural form of being in between. He
would become mostly Human for his dalliances with the ladies, though he
would still have the musk, a bit of the horns, the hair and the huge body,
he would just lose most of the bullish head and facial features and most of
the tail. He cock though was stunning. Easily 14+ inches and wide like a
club! His balls where the size of small oranges.
	Yes, he would have many dreams of Tagger's hot cock. Their
friendship though was solid, and he would never dream of compromising it by
making a sexual overture to Tagger, nor did he want to have fight
Tagger. Tagger new how much Balo got aroused from fighting and even heard
some of Balo's more interesting nasty talk when they fought in the pit, but
he let it go by and did not comment on it. They respected each other and
kept their friendship. They owed each other their lives many times over,
they were like a third arm and a second pair of eyes to each other. They
trusted Terry and Maruutin, but Terry and Maruutin knew they came second or
third to the bond between Tagger and Balo.
	Balo purified the water and bathed again after heating the water up
to a nice steamy temperature. He paid close attention to his swollen penis
and baggy testicles. He reflected back on the different interactions with
males he had been lucky enough to find. Mostly just back alley suck offs
and drunken quickies, Balo still had not found a lover and was growing
restless and unfulfilled. No one had ever gotten close to fucking him. Once
they had blown their load they usually disappeared. This usually made him
aggressive and he would seek someone out to fight. Many times he would
fight someone after a sexual encounter and after knocking them out, retreat
to secure location, pull out his straining tool and blast off a load almost
immediately.

III.

	Balo climbed out of the water and laid down on his bed. He was
feeling a bit drowsy. He lifted his legs and rubbed over his anus a bit
more. He slid two fingers down inside himself and held them in deep. His
cock shrugged back into life as he felt it harden and lengthen as it
flopped along his belly. He moaned as he alternately slid two fingers from
his other hand into his ass. Balo pulled the tip of the fleshy foreskin
down to his lips and he held it with his teeth. Soon his sticky clear
precum boiled up again and drooled in a steady stream down the foreskin to
his mouth. He loved the sweat sticky flavor as it dripped down his lips.
	Balo pulled on his cock as he finger fucked himself. His bottom
would spasm with each thrust and soon his legs were quivering. He couldn't
get his fingers far enough into himself. He gasped in time to the smacking
sounds his hand made as his fingers penetrated deep into himself and then
withdrew only to drive forward into his awaiting pucker another time. Soon
he had three fingers driving down into his wide open anus. He pulled on his
straining cock in time to his thrusts. His beard was covered in pre-cum.
	Soon, though, he felt it coming and his fleshy bag drew up to the
base of his fat purple cock. His orgasm started in his bottom as he started
to buck and shudder. He pushed himself up further on his shoulders as his
cock started to throb. He coughed out a shout as he saw the first burst of
white cum flood from the wide angry slit in the tip of his cock. Balo aimed
for his mouth as he bucked out several bursts of hot Dwarven semen. It was
thick and heavy and he swallowed as much as he could. It was several
minutes before he could remove his fingers from his butthole and lower his
legs. Then, he wiped his face with his towel and layed back in a dozing
stupor.

IV.

	Balo awoke.
	It was night or at least it was very dark. He stood up and felt for
purchase along the wall. Indeed, it was very dark. Darker than he normally
remembered it being. Then he had a dreadful thought. He was standing on a
cool, smooth stone floor. This was not their house. He squinted with his
eyes in his instinctual use of his night vision. He couldn't get his eyes
adjusted to this darkness - it must be artificial. He felt
himself. Naked. Well that might not be good thing. Soon his eyes became
accustomed to this darkness and he realized he was in a very large
room. No, maybe this was a tunnel. Barrel vaulted ceilings, huge columns
and a bunch of relief work - his first guess would be that this was a
Dwarven tunnel.
	The slapping of his footfalls echoed as he walked along the huge
passageway. He was cold. He shivered. His eyes peered over the statuary to
see if any weapons could be removed - unfortunately none presented
themselves. There was movement ahead. Balo aimed for it and began to
run. His running strides slapping and echoing about him.
	"HEY!" he called. He wasn't sure if he heard his own voice.
	Suddenly, he could see an opening coming up on his left, framed in
dim light. The figure darted into the opening. Balo could see it was an
oppie. What was such a young Dwarf doing here? He followed it. The opening
was an giant doorway into another room. He stepped up to it and had to grip
the doorframe to keep from spinning away into vertigo. The room was immense
stretching up and down and away from him. There were stairs ahead of him
the trailed off down into what appeared to be a massive arena. Bigger than
the biggest arena he had ever fought it. It was bigger than Bal-baig
Gartney's underground. He figured it could hold a city. The stairs were
steep - nearly a straight drop. Rings of seats and stands led off from the
stairs at regular intervals. At the bottom, surely several hours distant,
was a battle circle.
	"What fights in here?" he thought incredulously. "Have I died? Am I
in the arena of the very godlings? Bak preserve me..." Balo thought. He
looked around again and found that he was several steps down, yet he could
remember taking none. He fought to return to the landing. The harder he
worked, the less distance he gained. Tears came to his eyes. "I don't want
this... Where am I... Tagger..." He layed against the steps, then he looked
for a railing or some hand hold. "Yes!" he thought there it is. Balo leapt
forward and grabbed a cold metal railing that seemed to stretch forward and
back into infinity. Clinging to it, he made a slow descent.
	For hours he climbed down, nearly hysterical with the fear of
falling to the bottom of this massive battle arena. As his feet felt the
solid ground, he slowly pulled away from the railing and fell to the
floor. Balo cried and felt the blood trickle to the floor from his raw
hands unable to surrender their grip.
	Some time later, Balo sat up. He looked around. He could not see
the last of the rows of seats. Behind him he saw a torch lit area that was
fairly bright. He got up and wondered to it. It was the battle area
itself. It was raised up on a platform with some rope boundaries. Their was
a giant crate upon the platform. From its top arose a great chain that hung
from some dark distant place far above. He could hear a beast inside. Its
snorted, it pawed. Balo climbed up on to the platform and ducked under the
ropes.
	"Is this it?" he shouted, hearing his voice echo deeply through
out. "I'm to fight some beast for judgement? Know this! I fear nothing. If
this beast should kill me today then let him get started!" Balo jumped back
as he heard the great creak of wood and metal as the chain started to loose
slack. Soon it was pulling the great crate upwards off the platform. He
could see below the bottom edge of the wooden encasement a pair of hooves
and dark hair. "Bullshit!" Balo yelled. "This is Bullshit! I will not fight
him for you!" Balo's voice became sharp and hoarse. "If this is judgement,
I defy it!" Balo then jumped from the platform and rolled back up to his
feet and ran.
	Balo leapt upon the stairs and attempted to climb away. He could
hear the familiar snorts and roars of a minotaur behind him. He could hear
when the beast was free of the crate and stomped across the platform and
the down on to the cold stone flooring. It was chasing him. At his speed,
it would certainly catch up with him. Balo tried to go for a row of seats
as he heard the beast come up after him. He looked up. It was in front of
him. It was huge, it was Tagger. Though it wasn't, it just had his form.
It bent down to him. One hand clasped about Balo's neck as he was lifted
high into the air. The Minotaur roared as he fell forward out from the
steep stone staircase. He meant to slam Balo into the floor. Balo had just
one thought, "I love you Tagger..." as his head crashed into the arena
floor below.
	Balo opened his eyes. Tagger was over him; he jumped back from him.
	Tagger had a concerned look on his face as he said, "Are you okay?
You were sleeping awfully loud."
	Balo looked around. He was back in his room and it was night. He
sat up and grabbed Tagger and hugged him. He felt Tagger hug him back, his
big strong arms pulled the Dwarf into him. That's what the Dwarf wanted to
feel. He could feel the Minotaur's hand slide down to the small of
back. Balo could feel his cock rise against the big creature, but he didn't
care.
	He pulled away and said, "I dreamt that I was dead and that I had
to fight you. You were an evil beast that killed me once again." He stood
in front of Tagger on the bed with his cock at full arousal.
	"You aren't dead, Balo! You dead then me dead to. Hope it was good
fight!" Tagger laughed heartily.
	Tagger looked at Balo's straining erection. "Balo like Tagger..."
the Minotaur chuckled.
	Balo looked away and said "Yes...Tagger...Balo likes you very
much..."
	Tagger reached out with one great finger and put it to Balo's eye
wiping away the tears that had collected there. He trailed it gently down
Balo's face. The heavy finger then trailed down his neck to his chest.
	"Tagger...I..." Balo whispered.
	Tagger then trailed his finger over to Balo's right fleshy
nipple. It stuck out like hard on. Tagger grasped it in two fingers as Balo
sighed and arched his back. "Your big titties always stick out when you
fight!" Tagger laughed pulling on the fleshy stud. Tagger took the left
nipple in his other hand. "You act funny, Balo," Tagger said.
	Tagger pushed him back down on the bed and got over Balo in their
usual wrestling positions. Balo and Tagger sparred for awhile. Balo enjoyed
the feel of Taggers weight against him and his beastial warmth and
fur. They didn't really spar though. It was more like grasping each other
and holding the position. Balo would clutch against Tagger tightly and made
sure Tagger could feel his straining cock against him. Every so often,
Tagger would grasp Balo's buttock as he did so and he could feel Tagger's
fingers down near the split of his legs.
	At one point, Tagger's fingers pushed into Balo's ball sack as he
carried Balo back to the bed and layed him on his back. Tagger was in his
mostly human form. Tagger straddled Balo. His knees were to either side of
Balo's chest. Tagger opened the front of his britches and released a huge
monster of a cock in front of Balo. It was easily over 10 inches and
incredibly thick.
	"You like this Balo?" Tagger said pushing the large erection down
to Balo's chest. "Yes Tag..." Balo said, "I've always wanted it..." Balo
put out a shaky hand and placed his fingers against Tagger's hot tool. He
rubbed lightly along the shaft, waiting to see Tagger's reaction. Tagger
put his hand against Balo's and pressed it more firmly against his great
penis. Soon Balo was stroking him in great lengths. Then he was jacking him
off, the great Minotaur puffing out deep gasps. Balo then pulled up tight
around the massive head. The great hole in the tip was crowned by a great
sticky clear mass of pre-cum. Balo raised his head and put his tongue to
the slit and licked off the sticky fluid there.
	Tagger gasped in surprise. "You would put me in your mouth, Balo?"
	"Yes, Tagger..." Balo said, "And I would have you fuck me too."
	Tagger got up from the bed, kicked off his boots, and peeled off
his britches and his cover shirt. Balo was standing on the bed as Tagger
turned to him. He was at just the right height and Balo took the head of
Tagger's great cock into his mouth and sucked it as hard as he could. He
couldn't get much into his mouth, but he got as much as he could in while
he grasped a hold of Tagger's big fleshy ball sack. He sucked and pulled on
Tagger. He couldn't get enough of that great cock in his mouth. He couldn't
believe he had his best friend huge erection straining to get down his
throat. The minotaurs balls were huge and fleshy. He grabbed and pulled at
them and it didn't seem to bother the big guy. Tagger bent over Balo as he
sucked on him and slapped his back. Not really hard, but it was
stinging. Then he slapped him again and then down oh his ass cheek. Balo
moaned. "Suck it Balo!" Tagger grunted grabbing at Balo's head. He also
continued to slap at Balo's arms and chest and head the more Balo made
noise. Balo put a hand to his own cock and Tagger slapped it away.
	"No! Pull on me!" Tagger roared.
	Balo went back to work on Tagger and soon Tagger was really
slamming against Balo as he had changed to his Minotaur form. Tagger put a
hand against Balo's forehead and pushed him back leaving only the tip of
the head in Balo's mouth. Tagger stroked himself violently and his chest
heaved in great bursts. Balo was almost afraid. Soon the dam
burst. Tagger's cock head swelled and erupted with a great flood of cum. It
filled his mouth. Tagger then pulled the head out and continued to shoot
across Balo's face. As it streamed over Balo's tats, Tagger smeared and
rubbed the hot semen into his bald head. Balo's tongue sought to catch as
much as possible and soon Tagger stuck the tip back into his mouth and let
the rest ooze down Balo's throat.
	Balo nursed at Tagger's cock for quite awhile as the big brutes
heavy breath and spasms continued. Soon the cock slackened and their eyes
met. Tagger smiled his big dumb crooked smile and Balo smiled back as best
he could with that big cock in his face. Tagger pulled Balo up to him and
took ahold of Balo's cock. He jerked it a few times and Balo flooded his
chest with his own warm Dwarven cum. Tagger laughed at this and hugged him
in a massive bear hug. Balo gripped him back as hard as he could. The pair
grasped and hugged and slapped and pawed at each other soon settling into a
tight embrace that both were reluctant to break...until Tagger said, I
gotta pee...

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To be continued...
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