Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 19:48:47 -0400
From: sex sorcerer <sexsorcerer@gmail.com>
Subject: Abarj's Revenge/Part 3/Sex Sorcerer Series

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Lord Farien walked in to the grand ballroom of the King's palace. Heads
turned as he entered, as they always did. He was a stately man and he had
aged gracefully. The Gods had certainly been kind to him in that respect.
	But heads turned mostly because of his height. He was at least a
head and a half taller than the tallest person in the room.
	Even though he had just entered, he was bored. He hated balls
especially those thrown by the King. He should be the one throwing the
balls. He should be King. But no, he had been betrayed by the Snake.
	Instead, a man less than half his age was sitting in the most
powerful seat in Marzana. He had conspired for three years with the Snake
to take the throne and then right before their plan had come to fruition
the Snake jumped ship and somehow had put Gnefirti on the throne.
	He hated the snake -- he hated Abarj.
	He turned his head to spit, but realized he was in the ballroom and
that wouldn't be appropriate.
	But not all bad had come from Gnefirti's rise to power. Half of the
High Lords had been exiled and most of them had conveniently held lands
next to his. Once they were gone he quickly swept in and took control. He
was now much more than just a middling lord. But even so the remaining High
Lords refused to give him the title of High Lord. Instead those High Lords
were even more powerful than before as well.
	He walked through the crowds hoping to pay his insincere respects
to the King and quickly exit the dreadful ball.
	Halfway through the crowds he saw him. The Snake had come to the
ball as well. He was tucked away in the far corner of the room. He hadn't
seen him since before the betrayal.
	He stopped walking and decided to pay a little visit to Abarj -- it
was time to settle some scores. As he approached he almost gasped when he
saw the collar around Abarj's neck. So, he thought, perhaps the rumors were
true.
	"Abarj," he said.
	Abarj turned and realized he had no where to scurry off to. He
bowed his head and said "Lord Farien, we meet again, a pleasure, good sir."
	In that moment Lord Farien lost his temper and lunged at the Snake
before him. He grabbed his robes and pushed him up against the stone
wall. Several lessor nobles turned, but quickly shied away from the
commotion.  Abarj's glass fell to floor and shattered.
	Lord Farien leaned in close and whispered "I should kill you on the
spot for your betrayal Abarj. I should publicly execute you right here,
right now. I am not above the law, but as it stands your precious King has
very little sway over the law these days. And I guess he has you to thank
for that. The disaster of Sarsansy was your scheme, your fool-hearty plan."
	He finally released Abarj with a final shove and then spat in his
face. Abarj didn't dare wipe the spit off.
	"Is it true?" Lord Farien asked as his rage subsided.
	"What my lord," Abarj answered with as much humbleness as he could
muster.
	"Rumor has it the King can somehow control you with that collar,"
he said.
	"It's true my lord."
	"And what about those other rumors?"
	"Which ones?"
	"The rumors that say the King has taken quite a liking to you these
days," the lord said with a vengeful smile.
	Abarj face flushed red.
	"No need to answer, the color of your face gives it away," he
laughed.
	Abarj's face flushed even more red.
	Lord Farien remained silent for several moments while he stared at
Abarj.
	"You promised me the throne."
	"That I did. Another opportunity arose."
	Lord Farien ignored the comment and continued on. "You never
promised when you'd deliver it to me. I still want it Abarj and I mean to
have it. And you my dear whore are going to get it for me."
	Abarj head sprang up, and his face was a bundle of confusion.
	"You see Abarj, while I despise you, I still understand your
value. If you do my bidding, I will see to it that that you are freed from
that collar. When I am King of course. If you choose not to, I will see to
it that you die Abarj. Die a slow, horrible and oh so very painful
death. And if you dare think of betraying me think on this first. If for
any reason I should die or am taken prisoner I've already paid for your
assassination."
	"My lord, why me, as you said yourself, I am nothing but a whore
now. I've lost my power," Abarj said.
	"You are a fool. You've only lost what you've chosen to give
up. The slave of a King is powerful man indeed. The slave of a King knows
things others don't, can go where others can't. The slave of a King is a
powerful man indeed. You Abarj know the political situation of this kingdom
and every great and small house better than anyone else. Unfortunately I
need that experience on my side."
	"Who do you have with you," Abarj said regaining some of his lost
confidence.
	"No one," he laughed. "After the High Lords were exiled, I took
their estates and lands and people. Unfortunately their armies had
scattered and their treasuries had been depleted. So it will be years
before those lands are worth much more than prestige. I do have one ally,
however unlikely it may sound."
	"And who would that be," he said.
	"Lyzall."
	"What do you mean Lyzall?"
	"They support me for the throne. Of course it took some exclusive
trade agreements for them to even consider the idea. And I've promised them
even more lucrative contracts and even some land once I am King.
	"But they have no power. They're just a city-state."
	"Ah how things can change in a mere six months. Lyzall's trade
agreements with Skurn and Helia have turned in to something more...formal."
	"So the free cities are starting to band together," Abarj said
thoughtfully. "That could mean trouble for Marzana in the future."
	"Perhaps or perhaps not, when I am King I will deal with it," he
responded. "For now all that matters is that they support me and they have
some armies and money to back me up. However, I still need some of the High
Lords to support me as well. For now Lyzall's support remains closeted and
it will remain that way until some of the more powerful Lords begin to
support me."
	"Very well, I will see what I can do," Abarj said. "Now I think it
is best that you leave, we've been seen talking for much too long. Whispers
will begin and you know how whispers can take a life of their own. It was
foolish for you to treat me the way you did when you approached. In the
future I suggest you be a little more...polite," Abarj said confidently as
he turned and walked away.
	Lord Farien quicky paid his respects to the King and left. He waved
off his carriage and chose to walk back to the inn where he was staying. He
needed to make a stop first. He traveled three streets until he reached the
tavern, the Golden Tyrant. But instead of entering through the front door
he walked around back. This particular tavern had two rooms. The front room
which served food and ale and the back room that served whores.
	He went through the door and was immediately greeted by the
Madam. Customer service was a high priority for the Golden Tyrant.
	"Welcome my Lord," she said bowing her head. "What shall it be
tonight?"
	"A quickie," he said as he reached in and pulled out two silver
coins. "One for the quickie and one for you."
	"Thank you my Lord," she said smiling. "Room three is empty."
	He knew the brothel well so he didn't need any guidance. He entered
room 3 and shut the door behind him. It wasn't really a room so much as a
closet. It was just big enough for one person to stand in. The wall though
had a perfectly carved hole in it where he would soon stick his dick in. He
dropped his pants and played with his soft cock until it grew firm in his
hand and then pushed himself against the wall while guiding his cock
through the hole.
	Almost immediately he felt a warm mouth wrap itself around his
manhood and he let out a moan. The mouth wasted no time and sucked
furiously on his enlarged dick. He continued to moan and as his moans grew
louder the sucking got faster. He wished there was something to grab on to
but there wasn't. Instead he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He
pushed his cock as far in to the hole as it would go. He was going to cum
-- very soon. Beads of sweat tricked down his face as his breathing
steadily increased. Almost ready, almost there. Almost, almost he thought.
	And then it happened. He exploded. His juice shot like an arrow in
to the mouth beyond the wall. He heard a cough but the mouth never let
go. It stayed there until his cock was completely drained.
	His entire body slumped and he withdrew his now limp dick. He
trembled as he pulled up his pants. He reached in and withdrew another
silver coin and pushed it through the hole. The mouth only got a silver if
it took his load.

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	Abarj needed a boy. That thought kept circling through his mind as
he walked the palace gardens.
	It had been a month since his meeting with Lord Farien. He despised
the man as much as the Lord despised him, but for now they needed each
other. He had to grudgingly admit that the Lord had given him his
self-confidence back, had given him a reason to hope once again. And in
turn that made him a want a boy of his own so much worse.
	After six months of sucking the King's cock he was tired of it. He
wanted someone to suck his cock. But sucking the King's cock was much
preferable than having the King fuck him. Thankfully that was a rare
occurrence. Usually it only happened when the King had a few too many
drink.
	But even that was preferable to when the King had more than a few
too many. That was when the King completely forgot that Abarj was a man and
instead of treating him like a whore he treated him like a long time
mistress or lover. He hated those sessions most of all. They sickened
him. The King would fondle him, kiss him and lay with him.
	The first time it happened the King forced Abarj to spend the night
with him, holding him. But the next morning when the King awoke from his
drunken stupor and realized he had bedded Abarj and the King had him
whipped and thrown in to the dungeons for three days.
	In turn Abarj learned his lesson and the next time the King wanted
him that way he made sure he slipped out before the King awoke.
	Another unfortunate side effect of the King trying to humiliate him
was that he knew the King was enjoying himself. Abarj was doing his job too
well. The King asked for him every night now, sometimes in the morning as
well. In fact, the King rarely asked for a woman anymore. The King even
sucked him off one night a few weeks back. It had more than surprised him,
and he didn't even enjoy it because he had been so nervous.  But
nonetheless he came hard. But he made sure though he didn't shoot in to his
majesty's mouth.
	Abarj's cock suddenly stirred to life. He needed a boy bad. But he
was forbidden to take one so for now he'd have to dream. He scanned area
and then darted behind the garden's bushes.
	He lifted his robes up and pulled out his rock hard cock. He pulled
on it and jerked it as he thought of his two former boys Tol and
Char. Twins, beautiful twins. They loved fucking each other and having him
watch. He rarely masturbated if he had a boy in his presence but with Tol
and Char it was much more frequent because watching the two brothers go
after one another was simply the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
	He stroked his cock faster and faster as the picture of Tol fucking
Char swept through his mind. And just as Tol squirted his juice deep inside
Char's hole Abarj shot his load all over the ground.  Even though the jerk
off session had only lasted a few minutes he still had to bend over to
catch his breath and then wipe a few beads of sweat from his forehead.
	Abarj needed a boy, he thought warily to himself yet again.


...to be continued...

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