Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2009 18:26:23 -0400 From: sex sorcerer Subject: Abarj's Revenge Part 5/Sex Sorcerer Series *** Some of my earlier stories have various e-mail addresses listed. If you wish to contact me please do so at SexSorcerer@gmail.com. Comments, suggestions and feedback are welcomed. I love e-mails! *** Every muscle in Abarj's body ached. They were sore and tense and his ass especially hurt like hell. He had been used, not once, but twice this evening, first by the king and then by the High Lord Hykselm. He wasn't looking forward to the next few months. He had a feeling Lord Hykselm would continue to use him. Well at least he had gotten off as well. That was something, he thought solemnly. He realized he badly needed food and a bath, but as he sat down on his bed he suddenly thought that maybe he'd skip both and just pass out. As he was convincing himself of that option a knock on the door came. Wearily he said "Come." A young boy walked in with a plate of steaming hot food. This surprised Abarj for two reasons. One he hadn't ordered any food and two it was a boy that was serving the food. Ever since he had returned from Sarsansy the King had made it an explicit order that only serving *girls* was allowed to serve him. The boy seemed familiar to him. "You look familiar, boy, who are you?" "I am Lord Farien's page, Zalk, sir," Zalk responded as he bowed. "Ah yes, now I recognize you, put the food down over there." "Yes sir," Zalk said putting the food down. "Is there anything you need sir?" "No, no that's about it." Abarj tried to stand up, but only got halfway when he realized it just wasn't worth the effort. Zalk must have noticed this. "Are you okay, sir? Shall I bring the food to you." "Yes I think that would be a better idea. I've had quite an exhausting day." Zalk scrambled over to the food and hurried it over to him. Abarj quickly wolfed the beef stew and glass of ale down. It was by far the most refreshing meal he'd had in quite sometime. He looked up and realized Zalk was still waiting in the room. "You may leave now." "Yes sir, but before I go may I offer m'lord a massage. You seem like you're in pain." A massage, well who could turn down such an offer after the day he'd just had. "Well after the day I've had a massage sounds like a pleasant thought," Abarj said while laying down on his stomach. "Yes m'lord," he boy humbly said. Zalk hurried over to Abarj and sat at the foot of the bed where he started to kneed Abarj's left foot. Zalk slowly worked his way up Abarj's leg carefully kneading each muscle. He worked himself all the up into Abarj's inner thigh where he stopped and started on Abarj's right foot and worked his way up that leg as well. Abarj had never felt so good in his life. After the day he had had a massage was the perfect way to end it. He couldn't remember the last time, actually he couldn't ever remember a boy offering to give him a massage, at least not willingly or coerced in some way. As soon as Zalk had finished his second leg he felt the boy hop on top of him straddling his back and starting to knead the small of his back. Zalk worked his hands around Abarj's backside meticulously covering every inch. The soreness slowly melted away until it was a memory. His entire body was already feeling fresher and re-energized. Those hands were miracle workers, he thought. Zalk worked Abarj's shoulders and neck and even massaged his scalp. He took the tips of his fingers and pressed against Abarj's temples and moved them in a circular motion reliving the tension that had been building up all day. He knew that he would not suffer from a headache this evening. Zalk worked his way back down the length of each of Abarj's arms and ended with each hand. "How does that feel m'lord," Zalk said quietly. "Am I doing a good enough job?" "Yes boy you're doing a fantastic job," Abarj responded "I don't know if I've ever felt quite so relaxed. This is just what I needed." "Turn over m'lord so I may finish," the boy said weakly. Abarj did as he was asked. He flipped over and Zalk straddled him. The boy began to meticulously work his front side just as he had done his back. Abarj suddenly knew he was feeling better when he felt his dick stir to life. He was surprised and then surprised at being surprised. He hadn't realized how incredibly hot the boy was until now. His beautifully soft features, boyish face, and clear skin. His smile was the epitome of innocence and his blonde curls added to that look. He was in fact just his type. He must have been very exhausted for him to miss that and even more so for it to take this long for the boy to awaken his sexual desires. His cock continued to stir, slowly getting hard underneath the boy that straddled him. He actually felt his face grow hot with embarrassment. And then grow even hotter at being embarrassed. He was always the one to be in control of the situation and even when he wasn't in control he knew what to expect. But this, this was different. He wasn't sure what was happening. Zalk's boyish grin continued to turn him on as he continued to work each muscle in Abarj's body. Zalk re-adjusted himself and in doing so allowed Abarj's cock to spring fully to life. Zalk sat back down squarely on to Abarj's now fully erect dick. Abarj let out a soft moan as Zalk's ass landed on to his cock. "You're doing a good job, Zalk," Abarj said. "Thank you mister Abarj," Zalk politely responded. Abarj suddenly had the realization that Zalk may be seducing him. It shocked him. No boy or man for that matter had ever seduced Abarj. He had always been the seducer. Well that is if you could call Abarj's tactics seduction. Even still he had always been the aggressive one going after what he wanted and usually getting it one way or the other. But for a boy to come to him willingly? That had never happened? He was sure of it. Then again perhaps he was mistaken. Perhaps the boy was just being polite. Was the boy that naive? His smile was that of pure innocence. He knew little of the boy really, even though he was Lord Farien's page. He believed the boy was the son of one of the country lords. Perhaps sons of country lords always went around asking to give massages to strange men. "M'lord I can...," Zalk said stopping to clear his throat. "I can take care of that as well if you'd like," he said glancing down at Abarj's hard dick. Abarj licked his lips. So he was being seduced. "Of course," Abarj said hesitantly. He prayed this wasn't a trick that was being set up by the King. Zalk smiled. He moved down to Abarj's crotch and slid his trousers down over Abarj's hard cock. Abarj's cock was as solid as a rock. Zalk took his tongue and started licking his shaft. Abarj shivered. Zalk took the whole piece of meat in to his mouth and swallowed. Abarj arched his back and moaned. Zalk sucked harder. Faster. Swallowed the whole shaft. "Yes," Abarj panted. The boy was one of the best, if not the best, cocksucker he'd ever had. None of the boys had ever sucked his cock so... *hungrily* before. Abarj would have been very content with exploding inside the boys mouth. Abarj loved blow jobs. Abarj was ready. He moaned louder, and panted faster. Zalk must have sensed this because he removed his mouth. "Not yet m'lord," he whispered. Zalk jumped up off of the bed and stripped down showing off his gorgeous teenage body and beautiful hard dick. Zalk just smiled as he straddled Abarj once again. This time though Zalk wasn't interested in sucking Abarj's cock. He could tell Zalk wanted something more. Zalk grabbed a hold of Abarj's manhood and guided it toward his asshole until the head was pressing on it. Zalk smiled. Zalk pushed. He smiled. He pushed. And then pop Abarj's mushroom head slipped inside. He and Zalk both moaned "yes" at the same time. Zalk wasted no time once the head was in. He sat all the way down taking all of Abarj's shaft all the way to his nuts. Zalked moaned with obvious pleasure as did Abarj. "You like my dick boy?" Abarj asked. "Oh yes m'lord, thank you for letting me have it" "Mmmmmmmmmm," Abarj moaned. Zalk took off at a gallop and rode Abarj's cock hard and fast. He bounced up and down, up and down, up and down. Zalk's own cock stood straight up but he paid no mind to his own pleasure. Instead he stared intently at Abarj with an evil grin. But soon enough Zalk's eyes started to flutter and his breathing became heavy. He whimpered: "fuck me, please fuck me." Abarj on the other hand wasn't doing any of the work but just laying back and taking all of the pleasure. Even so he noticed his own body was also drenched in sweat. The pleasure was incredible. The boy wanted it so bad. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. His legs stiffened as his cock swelled up inside the boy's hole. He was on the verge. He actually tried to hold himself back because he enjoying himself so much. But that was not to be. He gripped his bed sheet and let out one last moan before his cock erupted inside Zalk. "Bloody hell," he panted as he shot yet another load today. Zalk sped up the pace of his gallop. His eyes fluttered. His nails dug in to Abarj's chest. Just as Abarj was almost finished draining his cock Zalk let out one last grunt and his own cock started to spray all over the place. He hadn't even touched himself. Zalk's juice shot all of the way to Abarj's neck and squirt after squirt his juice covered Abarj's chest and stomach. Abarj's never really liked getting drenched in cum. But even he had to admit this was something special. Zalk braced himself on Abarj's chest and took a few deep breaths before he said: "I've made quite a mess m'lord." Before Abarj could respond Zalk lifted himself off of Abarj's cock and bent down until his head was almost touching Abarj's chest. And he started to lick. Or perhaps clean Abarj's chest off with his tongue. He continued that licking ... cleaning ... until every drop of his own juice had been licked up. Then he took Abarj's cock in to his mouth and clean it as well. Abarj just laid there in silence and utter amazement. Once he had finished Zalk hopped off and quickly dressed himself. The boy's cheeks were red. He looked sheepish! The boy had just seduced him and somehow he was still able to look like an innocent country boy. "M'lord," he said clearing his throat. "I have to be off now before I am missed." "You may leave," Abarj said still out of breath. What had just happened he asked himself? Had this been a dream? He pinched himself just to make sure. Nope it was real all right. When the door closed Abarj just smiled and fell asleep. b ************************************************ b0 As the carriage rode him back to his mansion Lord Farien relaxed and leaned back breathing in the sweet smell of victory. Soon the kingdom would be his he thought as he clenched his fists. Everything was falling in to place. And it hadn't taken nearly as long as he had thought it would. It seemed the nobility was ready to be done with Gnefirti. Last night a very important piece of the puzzle fell in to place. High Lord Hykselm had come to him and pledged his support. When Farien finally took the throne Hykselm would be the first to be rewarded. Hykselm wasn't a top-tiered High Lord but he held enough power to influence others. Abarj believed that with Hykselm's support the other four would soon follow. With five High Lords and two exiled ones at his heels and the city-state of Lyzall backing him as well he was on his way to taking the throne. But Abarj cautioned him. Just to spite the Snake he thought about not taking his advice, but the whole reason he enlisted the Snake a second time was because, unfortunately, he trusted his judgement. Soon enough Marzana would be under his control once and for all. He would be King Farien and he would rule with iron fist covered in a velvet glove. Gnefirti had almost ruined the kingdom and still could not fathom why Abarj had jumped aboard his ship. Well he could fathom it. Abarj was an opportunistic leach. He had been the first to notice the winds blowing in another direction and had helped Gnefirti take the throne. Unfortunately Gnefirti allowed Abarj's own greed and ambitions to take priority and in the end he humiliated Marzana and most of the nobles had now turned on him '96 if not publicly they had done so in private. Someone would overthrow Gnefirti, he just hoped he would be the first to do. He was sure there must be a dozen plots swirling throughout the kingdom to overthrow the King. So far his was the only one knew about and Abarj hadn't mentioned anyone else making a serious attempt at the throne. Then again perhaps another High Lord had approached Abarj with the same deal. And what if Abarj saw a better chance to escape with them? It was always a possibility, but fortunately few people knew Abarj for what he really was. He hated having to trust his entire future on a snake, but as his father used to say what must be done, must be done. Once he had the throne he would carve out a true empire. Under his leadership he would make sure Marzana was no longer a middling kingdom that only a handful of city-states feared. Oh no, once he was king he was going to make sure rulers around the world trembled when they heard the name Marzana. It would take time of course and more than a few strategic alliances. But it was possible. Marzana was strategically located in the heart of Westal and certainly had not reached her full potential. His biggest challenge would be keeping Marzana from being swayed by the ever growing and ever threatening Western Alliance. He'd have to quickly find a way to counter the Alliance or Marzana would be swallowed up whole. Just thinking of what could be accomplished made him giddy and *horny*. His cock stirred to life. It wasn't that late he told himself. He leaned forward: "turn around and take me to the Golden Tyrant." His monster cock was hard in his trousers just thinking about the power he was going to soon be wielding. As soon as the carriage skidded to a halt Lord Farien jumped out and hurried to the back entrance readjusting his cock so it wasn't sticking straight out. It had been quite sometime since he had a full session at the brothel and unfortunately tonight would be no exception to that. Another quickie it would have to be. "Quickie, m'lord," the Madam said as soon as she saw him. "Yes," he said as he flipped her a silver piece. Even though she was a stout woman he had learned that she could move quickly when money was involved. The silver disappeared from the air within a blink of an eye. "Room 5," she said with a grin. Lord Farien found the closet-like room and entered. He undid his trousers and shoved his cock through the hole. Within seconds a warm mouth was covering it sucking away. It felt wonderful. There was nothing like having your dick sucked after a long day. But what made this even better was that there was no talking or touching or even looking at the other person afterwards. This was completely anonymous and in some ways it was not only more thrilling, but it was certainly much less work and far more enjoyment. The mouth deep throated Lord Farien and that was no easy feat even for the best of cocksuckers, he thought. This was the same mouth that had pleasured him the past few times. And it was the best mouth by a long shot. One day he'd have to request a full session with the woman behind the wall. He could only imagine what she'd be like in bed. He thrust his hips forward into the hole and heard the mouth choke. He smiled. That always turned him on. The mouth and throat recovered quickly, however, and kept on sucking. He continued to thrust his hips forward harder and harder, but paced himself. He didn't want to break down the wall. His cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum. A hand grabbed his dick behind the wall and started to slide it over his shaft while the mouth continued to suck. Oh yes, he moaned. It wasn't long after the hand came in to play that his nuts were ready to explode. Yes, he moaned thrusting harder. Bloody hell he panted when he exploded in to the mouth behind the wall. He shot and shot and shot, draining himself in to the warm wet hole. He sighed. Finished. He removed his cock and tossed a silver through the hole. Another satisfying session he thought with a smile. b ************************************************ b0 Moments before Abarj reached his room for the evening, the last piece of the puzzle had fallen in to place. At last. Finally. Tomorrow night would be a glorious night indeed. Well glorious for himself and Lord Farien. Not so glorious for the King. The other High Lords decided it would be better if the King ended up dead. No long and drawn out trial or public execution. Nope his death would be far more simple. He would die in battle, and those would be the orders. No surrender for the King, no mercy. Abarj did feel a few pangs of guilt. He was the one who put Gnefirti on the throne. But he was also the one who had pushed Gnefirti in to trying to take Sarsansy, a mistake of colossal proportions. Even so if the King had only continued to rely on him he knew he could have rectified the situation. All it would have taken was some manipulation and political maneuvering. Two of his finest skills. He realized after the disaster that if were ever to have Sarsansy it would be with the aid of those two skills. Certainly not warfare. He had learned his lesson. Unfortunately he had learned it too late and in a very hard way. One day somehow, someway the Grand Sorcerer would pay, even if it meant living the rest of his life for that one goal. The Grand Sorcerer had thwarted his plans one too many times. If it weren't for the Grand Sorcerer Abarj would be perhaps one of the most powerful and influential men this side of the world. Instead he sat in a servant's room with a collar around his neck. At least his current predicament was close to being over. He could finally, and thankfully, close this chapter in his life. A chapter that he hoped he would never have to read again. As for the next chapter in Abarj's life that was waiting to be written. He hadn't thought much about what would happen once he had this wretched collar off of him. He obviously would be getting away from Marzana as quick as possible. Between Lord Farien and High Lord Hykselm he was not eager to stay around for very long. He also doubted highly Lord Farien would suddenly have a change of heart and want him to stay. Of course after the other night with Zalk he had briefly considered finding a way to stay. But it was a brief and fleeting thought. He had also briefly considered finding a way to take the boy with him. That too was a brief and fleeting thought. There would be other boys in other lands to seduce. There would be many many boys if he had his way. But no boy had ever suduced him before. It was unusual, unexpected but throughouly enjoyable. He couldn't remmeber ever meeting a boy quite like Zalk. He hadn't had a boy on his own accord since before he had come back to Marzana. Having Zalk made him realize how much he missed it. But it was best for him to leave, leave alone and leave quickly. He would start over far, far away from Marzana. He didn't look forward to starting over that was for sure, but perhaps he had spent too much time in Marzana anyways. Wherever he ended up though he'd make sure it was somewhere people didn't know the name Abarj. He looked forward to that day very soon he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep. ...to be continued... I hope you all enjoyed Part 5, Part 6 will be coming soon! Please send comments, suggestions and feedback to SexSorcerer@gmail.com.