Date: Fri, 16 May 2014 00:10:54 +0530
From: Max <maxrustin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Murdoch and the chosen one prologue

Murdoch and The Chosen One

Prologue

Murdoch fucked the man with no mercy. He willed his cock to double from its
original size. He would tear his ass. Yes, he could do that. He was the
almighty in this land. No body dared to oppose him. No body even dared to
speak in front of him without his consent. In this land, where everybody
would think thousand times before pointing a finger at him, this man had
committed a bigger sin. Betrayal. He dared to betray his lord. He thought
his betrayal would never be found. How foolish! Nothing was hidden from
him. No one could defeat him. He was Murdoch. The most powerful. The
almighty. The Dark One.

"You traitor! Tell me, where is the baby?" he thrusted his enormous cock
without any mercy into the traitor's rectum angrily. "Tell me, else my
massive cock would rip you apart out of existence, you know that." He
ravaged the traitor's anus angrily. It was true in this land. To kill a
person you have to steal his essence. And the only way to do it is to have
intercourse with that person without his consent. That's why he had willed
his cock to size up at which his hole could not tolerate the invasion. It
was massive enough to cause humongous pain to the one at the receiving
end. He had no pity. The traitor deserved that. Punishment for betraying
him was death.  But the traitor was stubborn. He had immense control it
looked. His face showed intense pain but he didn't even let out a cry. This
made Murdoch angrier. He brought his cock out and slammed it hard inside
the man's rectum. He kept on fucking the man. He ravaged his anus like a
beast. And the pain he could see in the eyes of the traitor was a
satisfaction to him. He wanted more. He grinned evilly.

"Seems like you are stronger than I expected. No worries. I can always take
that strength away. You're giving me such a joy." he told wickedly.

The traitor was trying hard to keep himself in control. He managed to show
it in his face and eyes. But from within, he was in deep pain. The pain no
body can imagine. But he can't show it to this monster. A monster who
brought darkness with him. People in the whole land feared him. He had the
most power in the world, albeit he obtained all his powers with deceit. He
didn't deserve any magic. But people realised that too late. He obtained
this magic from other men of their kind with a false promise of love. With
promiscuisity. Now he had obtained enough power that he could decide
anyone's fate. No body was brave enough to face him. Whoever stood up
against him, he would fuck and kill him. That's all he was capable of. But
it had to be stopped now. Many innocent people had been slayed by him. His
cock, to be precise.

In this land, a penis was the most precious and powerful thing to have. And
anal intercourse between two men was a way to grant someone a portion of
one's never ending pool of magical power. It was a way to communicate
respect, love, gratitude without speaking words. The one plunging his tool
inside the willing participant's rectum gives away a portion of his
inherent power to the one being fucked when he releases his nectar into the
rectum of his partner. His own inherent power never decreases. So to obtain
a power a person would have to submit his rectum to the one whose power he
wants. He would have to take a dick inside him.  But intercourse was also a
deadly weapon as if performed with an unwilling party, it would perish into
non-existence when the fucking partner reaches orgasm. The non-willing
party would die. You don't have to play a specific role to kill somebody.
You can either fuck somebody you want to kill or force them to fuck you. In
the first scenario, when you reach orgasm the other one die. In the second
case, when the person reaches orgasm, he perishes. And you obtain all his
magical powers within you. That's how you steal it. You fuck them, kill
them, obtain them.

He knew he was destined to die. Ordinarily he found immense pleasure in
being fucked. But he could never have sex with Murdoch willingfully. No
doubt Murdoch was handsome. He did look like almighty. With all the huge
muscles on that tall frame. Murdoch could kill him even with his normal
size as he could never find pleasure with the cock of a beast. Even Murdoch
knew it. But he had willed his cock to double for his own satisfaction. As
it would create massive pain when it would enter his anus. And it did.
Every time Murdoch's huge cock slammed inside him, he felt he could just
die. It was not only the pain but the fact that Murdoch was winning. Every
time Murdoch was ramming his penis inside him, it reminded him of his
helplessness. It was a proof that he had lost and Murdoch had won. But
still he controlled his emotions. He didn't cry of pain. He can never give
Murdoch that satisfaction before he die.

Murdoch was jamming his tool inside the traitor's asshole. He didn't feel
love or lust for him. The feeling was pure anger. Vengenence. Slap. Slap.
Slap. Slap. Slap. His court was echoing with the noise made when his pubis
thumped against the traitor's ass. His was forcing his cock deep inside the
traitor's rectum. He was ripping out his hole. And that gave him pleasure
emotionally. His tight rectum would clung very hard to his ravaging dick.
So there was enough resistance whenever he entered or left his rectum. The
friction was giving him great pleasure sexually. Murdoch would give hime
the best fuck before he die. He wasn't that evil after all. He laughed.

"See that! You're being fucked by the great Murdoch. You should take proud
that you got a chance to pleasure your lord. But alas! It's not enough to
compensate for your betrayal. Just tell me, where is the baby, and I shall
spare your life. I may even grant you a portion of my power." he said while
the fucking comtinued. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Murdoch wrapped
his neck with his massive arm and brought him near him. Traitor's back was
touching Murdoch's naked torso and abdomen. Anybody else would worship that
body, but it disgusted the traitor to hug Murdoch's naked body. "Don't tell
me you don't like getting your rectum filled with cocks. I've heard rumours
about you. I even heard that you once took the cocks of the dreadful twins
at once. I can arrange for similar if you want. Just answer my question."
said Murdoch and turned the traitors face sideways. He took the man's mouth
in his own and kissed him. He did that just because he knew how much of a
trauma that would cause in the traitor's mind. He put his another hand on
the traitor's tiny cock and began stroking it. "Your dick tells me you're
enjoying it. My cock fucking you. Aah?! Then why such pretense. I know
you're loving that huge dick of mine fucking your tiny little hole. Just
tell me what I want and this arrangement of ours shall continue for
eternity." saying he kissed the traitor hard again.

The traitor was not enjoying it. He was ashamed of himself. What
embarrassed him more was the fact that his dick was so hard thanks to all
the fucking he was getting. Murdoch kissed him again which disgusted
him. Murdoch kissed his mouth. He kept it shut. Murdoch's beard was
caressing his face. Murdoch was inhaling deeply, probably taking down the
smell of his pain, agony, shame, defeat. While Murdoch's dick continued its
massacre on his rectum. Thump. Thump. Thump. He parted his mouth from
Murdoch's to speak two words. "Fuck you"

Murdoch got angry. The traitor was not easy. He gave him false hope to see
if he would blurt out anything. He would have killed him anyway. But now he
was losing patience. He bent him forcefully and slapped his back hard. He
withdrew his cock from the traitor's dirty rectum. "I tried the easy way
but if you want me to be cruel than be it." That's all he said.

The traitor was slammed again on the wood table with his torso kissing the
wood. His firm legs held the ground. This made his rectum more exposed. Not
that it mattered now. His face was facing towards left. He looked behind to
see what was Murdoch up to.  He could see that Murdoch was all sweaty with
all the strain of intercourse. His tanned skin was glistening. Murdoch was
stroking his own dick now with concentration. Traitor glanced down at his
massive cock which was layered with foreskin. With Murdoch's stroking
movement, the skin was sliding back and forth. Traitor's dick leaked
precum. But then what he saw shocked him. Murdoch's cock was getting
red. He didn't know what was happening. It was getting redder with every
movement. It was now shining bright. Just like an iron rod, when it's
heated in fire. Murdoch had used the fire element. Traitor was now
scared. Murdoch's cock was already painful but this would char his
rectum. It would cause him great agony. He was about to beg Murdoch not to
fuck him with that but his ego came in between.

"Now whatever happens is because of your own deeds." saying that Murdoch
shoved his hot and huge cock inside his rectum. Traitor's mind went blank
for a moment that seemed like and eternity. Then he felt it. A burning pain
inside him. It looked like he'd die any minute. However unwilling, a scream
escaped him at last.

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!" he cried. Murdoch grinned. Finally. He emptied his
rectum to fill it once again with his boiling lava. "Oh Dear Me! Isn't my
cock great?!" he exclaimed and started fucking him very fast. "Ooooooooooh!
Aaaaaaah!" Murdoch roared. "I think your rectum is worth more than
you. Such tiny little entrance. You've no idea how much pleasure it's
giving me when I'm fucking your dirty little cunt. And you'll never know."
he said and shoved his cock deep inside the traitor. He bent forward so
that now his torso was kissing the traitor's bare back on the table. He
once again wrapped his massive arm around the traitor's neck and increased
the pace of his already fast fucking.

Murdoch closed his eyes. The pleasure he was getting was
intense. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. "Aahhhhh!" Murdoch thought the
traitor had got some ass. So tight and firm. It was a pity he committed a
sin against him otherwise he could've made him his slave. He fucked him
harder. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. The traitor was
screaming. Nooooooooooo. Pleaaaaase. Mercy. Murdoch just smiled. He brought
him up from the table top with his wrapped arm. He tightened his grip
enough not to gag him. "Tell me where's the baby. The child from the
prophecy which is supposedly destined to be my ruin. Tell me where did you
people hid it. It would not survive sooner or later. Maybe if you tell me,
you may get some relief from me." he told him angrily while the slamming
continued.

The traitor was now sure he did the right thing. This was a monster and he
needed to be stopped. So he just laughed. He felt no pain or burning
anymore inside him. He spoke, "You're doomed. The baby is your ruin and it
has escaped your reach of magic. It has been sent to a world where no magic
exists. Your power can detect a being as long as it's laden with magic and
you of all must know that we get our magic only after we turn adult. You
will never find it before its late. Your fate is sealed. Even the Dark One
is destined to eternal doom." saying that he got Murdoch stunned. He knew
he was to die, but the last victory would be his. He now took things in
control. He hated it so much but still he began moving his ass back and
forth. Murdoch was trying to comprehend what was said. He stood still. The
traitor was fucking his ass on Murdoch's dick. He moved his ass back and
forth harder. Harder. More Harder. He took his own dick in his hands and
began stroking it wildly. Last victory must be his. He would die a
warrior. Neither he nor Murdoch was speaking. There was silence in the
court except for the thumping sound made by his rectum on Murdoch's
cock. He fucked Murdoch's cock harder. Soon Murdoch released his nectar
inside the traitor's anus. Traitor knew now was the time. He jerked off
harder and reached orgasm, his last orgasm. His semen shot out in large
quantity reflecting how much Murdoch's cock had affected his hormones with
intercourse. He caught some in his hand, brought his hand over his head and
backward and caught Murdoch's head through his hair. He oiled Murdoch's
hair with his own semen, grabbed Murdoch's hair, brought his head near his
own and declared, "You're doomed" and smooched Murdoch's stunned mouth very
hard. He laughed out loud with his laughter echoing in the court. And then
just like that, he perished. Vanished out of existence.


To be continued......

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