Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2018 15:35:41 -0400
From: CreepingDawn <CreepingDawn@protonmail.com>
Subject: Land of Heroes Chapter 3

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Last Updated: 3/23/18


Story Title: Land of Heroes


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Chapter 3

We made it into the village well before sundown. The walk back was easy,
with neither of the boys saying anything and the man chattering on about
the types of trees, the local hunting prospects, and the weather. The man
and his wife were very grateful for what we had done, and they rewarded us
with a silver each once we got to their home.  The moment they did, a
bright flash of light filled the area and Tyler and I leveled up.  After
saying our farewells, I quickly hustled Tyler back to The Sleepy Maid so
that he and I could talk. After paying Gus the 6 coppers for the night, we
found ourselves in the room we had shared the previous evening.

"Tyler," I said, "We need to talk." I spent the next fifteen minutes
explaining to him why I had spanked him, telling him how scared I was that
something bad could happen to him and how panicked I was when he rounded
the cave wall and left my sight. He took my dressing down in stride,
apologizing for his recklessness, and saying that he understood that his
actions were unfair to me. He thanked me for watching out for him and
admitted that he deserved to be spanked. After eliciting a promise from him
that he would be more careful and would obey when safety was at stake, we
shared a hug and let the matter lie.

I did notice, though, that as Tyler had talked about being spanked, the
small leather pouch covering his boyhood began to tent. Interesting.

It turned out that we did quite well with the quest. Loot wise, we split
the twenty-four coppers we collected after the first fight as well as the
three rusty daggers and two rusty short swords. He kept the bag of
marbles. I kept the small wizard's hat. He kept the wool cloak, much to my
disappointment. He also put on the leather bracers, as they were his
size. I eagerly took the ICE SHARD spell scroll and, after reading it, it
disappeared and was added to my spell book. Though it cost less mana to
cast and slowed down the enemy it hit, it did less damage than the FIRE
SPARK spell.

We both checked our stats and saw that we had, indeed, leveled up. The
wizard's hat increased my defense statistic, which was now visible, and
both the cloak and bracers increased Tyler's defense. We played with it for
a bit and saw that stat rise and lower depending on if we were wearing
those particular pieces of gear. It was quite enlightening.

We left the room, then, and headed down to the bar. Gus waved us over when
he saw us. "Are either of you interested in bathing," he said? We both said
we were, as we had gone two days without showering and both of us felt
rather grimy. Gus showed us to a small building attached to his inn that
served as a bathing room.

It was surprising spacious, with a huge pot suspended over the firepit in
the center.  Gus showed us that the pot contained warm water and that the
tiled floor was sloped in such a way as to collect any excess water that
had been spilled and channel it outside.  He handed us the ladle, told us
dinner was to be served when we were done, and wished us good bathing.

After he left, Tyler and I stood staring at each other, unsure of the next
step. There were no privacy walls or anything. The place reminded me of a
large sauna, truth be told, and the air was thick with moisture and
heat. "So, now what?" asked Tyler.

The door opened, then, and two men and two boys entered. One boy, a blonde,
was probably nine or ten. The brunette was probably thirteen or
fourteen. They nodded to us and, when the door was closed, began to
disrobe, placing their clothing on the racks that lined the room. Tyler and
I stood off to the side. "Your first time in a bathing room?" asked one of
the men, a barrel-chested guy of about fifty.

"Um... Yeah. We... didn't have anything like this where we came from." I
shrugged.

"That's fair," the other man, who was perhaps thirty, said. "Different
places have different customs."

"Course you can't get clean if you don't get naked," the blonde boy added
as he dropped his shorts. I starred at the kid, his smooth hairless body
stirring indecent thoughts in my head. His cock, which was adorably
hairless and hard, bounced as he walked over to the firepit. The other boy
followed, his own erection leading the way.  The two men, unconcerned with
their own nudity, followed suit. Both were erect as well.  Neither seemed
to mind.

"Come on friends. Strip down," the older man said, glancing to us. "You
don't have nothing we haven't seen ourselves." Taking the ladle, the man
lifted a large scoop of water and poured it directly on the younger boy's
head. The boy, apparently enjoying the water, began to use his hands to
scrub his face, shoulders, underarms, and chest.  The man poured water onto
the other boy, the other man, and then himself. Then the four of them began
to seriously scrub their bodies.

Tyler and I looked at each other and my little companion grinned. Folding
the cloak he was wearing and placing it on a rack, the rapidly slipped out
of his boots and, before I could say anything, dropped his little loin
cloth to the floor. For the first time, I was able to see his entire body
in the nude.

Though I had been perving on the kid for the last two days, this turn of
events gave me the biggest thrill of my life. The other boys were cute, of
course. The lad who had been having sex with the goblins was hot, for
sure. Tyler was... indescribable. My dream come true. Lithe and muscular,
the removal of his clothing increased his sexiness exponentially and I
couldn't help but stare. My eyes, of course, zero'd in on his hard and
hairless little member.

He coughed, suggestively. Blinking, I realized that he, and the other four,
were staring at me. "Sorry," I said, blushing. "Zoned out there." I quickly
disrobed, my own body apparently capturing Tyler's attention. I was rock
hard, of course, but Tyler only smirked at me when our eyes met. It was an
innocent smirk, I thought to myself, and not a suggestive one. Almost like
he knew I was uncomfortable in my nudity and he found that humorous. We
walked over to the others.

Soon, water was poured over each of our heads. Then, after we had mimicked
the others, bars of soap were passed around from a bucket off to the
side. Several stools were pulled out and we each took a seat, using the
soap to lather our feet, legs, crotches, bellies, chests, shoulders, arms,
and armpits.

"Jamin, how about if Marik, Tas, and I go first? Then you and our two new
friends can go?" The older man directed the question to the other man.

"Sounds good." The other man gave him a nod.

The older man stood, then, as did the two boys. The older man then grabbed
his stool, picked it up, and moved it directly behind Tyler. Sitting it
down behind the boy, the older man settled himself so he was facing Tyler's
back. The small blonde did the same, settling behind the other man whose
name was apparently Jamin. The brunette teen settled behind me. Suddenly,
warm and sudsy hands began to lather up my neck and shoulders, the teen boy
behind me kneading my muscles and causing me to groan in satisfaction.

"Ahhh." Mumbled Jamin, the boy behind him working his neck and shoulders as
well.

"Oh! Ohhhh. That's nice." Said Tyler suddenly, my eyes glancing at him and
seeing that the older man was soaping up Tyler's shoulders and
back. Apparently, mutual washing was part of the routine. For several
minutes, the older man, the teenage boy, and the preteen soaped up Jamin,
Tyler, and me. Part of me was jealous of the older man for being able to
touch Tyler in such an intimate way. Most of me, however, was focused on
the wonderful feeling that the teenage boy behind me was giving my body.

At their nudging, we were forced to stand at some point and deft fingers
soaped up our lower backs, out butt cheeks and...

"Whoa" I said as the boy behind me used his hand to wipe up and down my
asscrack, his fingers grazing ever so slightly over my puckered hole.

The man getting the same treatment didn't say anything, but Tyler gave a
low squeal as the older man vigorously cleaned between the boy's butt
cheeks. There was a very small part of me that wanted to object; to stop
the man who was using his fingers to clean Tyler's most intimate
region. Tyler, however, was not objecting and the time to say something
past rather quickly as the three of us were directed to sit only a few
moments after we were told to stand.

Then, the hands that had been washing me snaked around my body and did
something I was not expecting. One grabbed my balls and began to rub
them. The other grasped my straining cock and began to stroke. "Oh! Fuck!
Hey!" I nearly shouted, grabbing the naughty appendages, and stopping them.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sang Tyler and my head turned, my eyes growing wide with
absolute shock. Like the boy behind me, the man had one hand snaked around
Tyler and was busily rubbing the child's smooth sack. The other hand, also
wrapped around the boy, was busily diddling his twitching boycock. A grunt
from the other side of me had me turning, seeing that the small blonde was
also masturbating the other man's cock in similar fashion.

My momentary lapse in concentration allowed the boy behind me to begin
again and hot feelings of pleasure suddenly surged up my spine. His deft
hand tickling my balls while the other hand slid up and down my member,
swirling around the tip and causing me to grunt in enjoyment. I opened my
mouth to say something but the words froze in my throat.

"So," the man playing with Tyler asked. "Are you enjoying your first time
in the bathing room?"

Tyler purred. "Oh yeah. Keep going."

"And you?" The man asked me.

"I... Ah... Yeah..." I said, the boy behind me expertly jerking me off. I
could feel my climax rising, the hotness of this whole situation and the
fact that I was watching some stranger pleasure Tyler increasing my arousal
by leaps and bounds.

"Uh! Yeah!" grunted the other man and I swiveled my head, seeing blasts of
cum erupt from the man's throbbing member as the small boy's hand flew up
and down it with incredible speed.

"It's happening! Oh! Faster!" squealed Tyler, my eyes darting back as the
boy began to twitch uncontrollably while the man increased his speed to a
frenzied pace. His hand blurred along Tyler's spasming boycock and the boy
let out a loud gasp, his eyes closing tightly as he dryly climaxed. That
did it for me, of course, and I grunted loudly as my own cock, for the
second time that day, launched a thick load. This time, however, it was at
the behest of a teenage boy whose ministrations were exact, aggressive, and
practiced.

The three of us finished our respective climaxes moments later. Heavy
panting and exultations of "that was great" and "wow" filled the room for a
minute or two before the three of us stood up and our masturbators took our
seat. It was obvious what we were supposed to do.

Taking the newly vacated seats, we took up our soaps and began to lather up
our partners. I didn't pay too much attention to Tyler, then, as I was busy
running my hands up, down, sideways, and around the teen seated before
me. I played with his nipples, I rubbed my hands under his arms, I soaped
up his back, and I massaged the hell out of his shoulders. I heard Tyler
giggling the whole time, though, and glances in his direction showed he was
having as much fun as I was soaping up his adult partner.  Then, when the
three stood, my eager fingers attacked the crack of the boy in front of
me. He moaned when I ran my finders along his little shitter and, to my
surprise, the little hole seemed to open up as my fingers grazed it's eager
lips. Before I could do much, though, the boy sat back down and turned to
look at me.

"I'm so horny, sir. Please, take care of me." And I did. My hands found his
heavy teenage sack and began to caress it. His pole, which was probably
five inches or so, absolutely vibrated with need when I finally grabbed it
and began to stroke. The soap created an almost frictionless grip and I
soon found myself rapidly abusing his teenage member, the boy grunting and
groaning as I brought him closer and closer to the edge.

A quick glance showed that Tyler was still enthusiastic, his small hand
flying up and down the adult cock he was tasked with pleasuring. I even saw
the boy swirl his hand along the man's cockhead, drawing a gasp of
enjoyment from his adult partner. Tyler, apparently, had some tricks.

A low-pitched wail began to rise up on the other side of me and turned to
see how the small blonde was faring. When my eyes saw the spectacle, I
stopped stroking the teen for a second; absolutely overcome with shock. The
boy was still standing, though he was facing the adult in front of him. The
stool had been moved and the adult and child were pressed tightly
together. The boy's little cock was nowhere to be seen, the man's mouth
having swallowed it as the man aggressively suckled the tiny tool. The
man's hand was behind the boy, pressed up between the boy's cheeks. My eyes
widened even further as I saw the hand shift position and I realized that
the man's middle finger was knuckled deep in the lad's shitter. The boy was
bounding on his toes as his squealing intensified.

The teen grabbed my hands and began to move them up and down, making me
realizing I was neglecting my obligation. I rapidly began to jerk the teen
off, my eyes never leaving the sight of the blonde boy getting blown and
fingered at the same time.

"Little Tas is quite the spitfire," the older man said through a moan,
"especially when Jamin plays him like a fiddle. Jamin is great at pounding
a love button with his finger."

I nodded, dumbly, as I continued to watch. Suddenly, I felt a hot
stickiness burst from my own hand as the teen I was pleasuring came. I
redoubled my efforts, making sure the kid enjoyed himself. The older man
let out a grunt, then, and said "I'm cumming boy. Keep going!" I turned to
see that his own erection was launching it's seed into the air as Tyler
furiously frisked the flesh, the man having a look of ecstasy on his face
while Tyler's face was filled with enthusiasm for the task. I stared hard
at Tyler, then, to see if he was aware of the blond boy and Jamin. He
wasn't paying any attention to the debauchery nearby, though, and I could
tell his sole focus was on the toy between his partner's legs.

The man, whose climax had begun to subside by this point, caught my eye and
nodded to the blonde. "Tas is about to pop. Take a look."

I did and was treated to the sight of the small boy's entire body twitching
uncontrollably as Jamin used his free hand to keep the boy upright though
the kid's massive boygasm.  "It's dry," the older man said, "but intense
for Tas. Sometimes the kid even blacks out from the pleasure. You know how
boys are when their love buttons are abused, huh?" I didn't know what to
say as I watched the kid shudder and shake through the most powerful climax
I'd ever witnessed.

Suddenly, I felt my own body initiate orgasm and I grabbed my convulsing
cock and began to jack off furiously, using the teen's own spunk in my
pursuit. I climaxed, several hot spurts smacking the teen in the back as my
eyes never left the little blonde's trembling form.

When I was finished, I glanced over at Tyler. The kid was still captivated
by the cock he'd been pleasuring, apparently oblivious to anything
else. Good, I thought to myself.  Perhaps he won't ask awkward questions...

.........

The rest of the bath was uneventful, with the six of us getting up and
washing the cum and soap from our bodies. The older man introduced himself
as Lanlor, a farmer from nearby who had come into town with Jamin, his
partner, and their farmhands Tas and Marik. Since the four of them did not
have a bath at the farm, they came in several times a week to make use of
Gus's.

We redonned our clothing and left the room, surprised to find that the
clothing was as clean as if it had been freshly laundered. Lanlor, after
seeing our amazement, informed us that every bath house used a little bit
of cleaning potion in the water so that the steam would clean and mend any
clothing in the room. Magic, he told us, was a most useful tool. After
shaking our hands, the four headed down the street towards their farmstead
and Tyler and I entered the inn to eat dinner.

We dined well, the food refreshing our bodies. Halfway through the meal, a
man began to play a fiddle in the corner and Tyler, expressing his
interest, meandered over to sit with the small crowd and listen. Gus
remained at the bar with me and, after he inquired about my day, I filled
him in on the interesting events. I was careful, though, to avoid
mentioning anything that might be inflammatory.

"Son," he said, looking at me. "You are not from around here, are you?"

"I'm not, no. Things were I'm from are... quite different," I said, taking
a sip of the mediocre beer.

"Understood. Understood. Well, I'll tell you what. Though I don't presume
to know everything, I have learned a bit over the years I've tended this
bar. Anything particular that you don't understand and want explained?
Seems like this day sort of threw you for a loop."

I pondered the question. There were a lot of things I didn't understand but
I felt as if most of the things on my mind could not be answered by this
well-meaning bartender.  Settling on one question that was bothering me, I
bit my lip and began. "Well, I do have a question I suppose."

He nodded.

"The hunter and his son. When we rescued them, he seemed eager to leave the
goblin hold. However, he and his son didn't always seem eager to leave. In
fact, when I came upon them, they seemed... happy to be in their
predicament." I didn't mention the sex as I didn't know how that would be
received or if saying anything would cause problems for the man.

"You mean because he and his boy were having a hot orgy with those
goblins?" Gus asked, not batting an eye. I looked at him, somewhat
shocked. "Oh, they came in here right after you and your boy went upstairs
and told me all about it. We had a good laugh about your timing. Yeah, at
that point, they didn't want to leave. But once the goblins were dead, then
the magic didn't hold them anymore."

"The magic?" I asked.

"Yeah. See, when someone gets captured by an enemy, the magic makes them
submissive. Sexually, I mean. Hell, I got me a man friend whose field I
plow every night, if you catch my drift, but the last time I was captured
by goblins, I became the horniest whore for goblin cock this side of the
Algafarian mountains. Once they let you go, if no hero rescues you, or once
the hero rescues you, the magic dissipates and you're no longer a whore for
them."

I nodded. Strange, but whatever. "What do you mean about heroes? Do heroes
regularly rescue people?"

"Sure. It's what heroes do. They show up at the right time, usually when
someone needs something, and they either do it or don't do it. Like the
hunter. He gets captured by goblins regularly. Over the last few years, his
boy has begun to be captured as well.  When they are captured, a hero
usually wanders into town. Sometimes, they go questing to save him and his
son. Sometimes they don't, and he and his boy come back to town after a
couple of days no worse for wear except for bellies and asses full of
goblin cum."

"What about his daughter?" I asked, before thinking about the question. "Or
his wife?"

"Women folk don't get captured by enemies." The man said, chuckling.

"They don't?"

"Why would they? No one wants to have sex with women folk. One only does
when one wants to have children. That's all women folk are good for. Sex is
for men and boys.  Procreation is for women. That, and cooking and cleaning
of course."

Not exactly a bastion of feminism, this world.

"So what happens when your health drops down to 0?"

"You respawn in the nearest town."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"And what happens when you kill a goblin. Or any other beast?"

"They respawn eventually. Hell, those goblins you killed today are all
probably wandering around that cave, pissed that they didn't even kill one
of you."

"So the only way to die, I mean to permanently die, is to die of old age?"

"For the most part. There are a few powerful magics that are supposed to
make it so you don't respawn but I've only ever heard rumors. Not the kind
of thing you want to think about, if you got any sense."

"Interesting. There were some other people who came in the bathing room
after you left."

"Lanlor and his crew"

"Yes."

"Good people. Good people. Did you have fun with them?"

"Well... We did. But... It was unexpected."

"How so?"

"Well, I wasn't expecting us to..."

"Fool around?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Fool around. I've never fooled around with a boy before
and I'm pretty sure Tyler," I nodded to the boy in the corner who was
enraptured by the music, "has never fooled around with anyone
else. Especially not an adult."

"What do you mean by 'especially not an adult'?"

"Men and boy's don't... engage in sex with each other where I am from."

"Where you are from sounds awful," he said, looking aghast. I chuckled. He
continued conspiratorially, "Well here, in Aurora, it's common
place. Wait." The man paused. "Are you saying that the boy has never had a
cock up his ass?"

I blushed. "Not that I know of."

"Poor lad! Every boy loves a cock up his ass. Or in his mouth. That's what
boyhood is all about. Hells, men and boys are designed to put cocks in each
other; that's why asses and throats are so elastic. So you and he have
never..."

"No!" I said, feeling embarrassed for some reason.

"Well, let me tell you. I've been watching that boy and now it all makes
sense. He wants cock. I mean, every boy wants cock. But he especially wants
cock, having been denied it for so long. Most boys have been getting cock
since they could walk. Your boy is cock starved. You got to rectify that."

I swallowed. "Really?"