Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2006 18:41:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Allistair De pont <equstair@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cyrkan and the Hunter

This is a sister story to "Lord Titan".  I liked it so much I was inspired
to write something too. Please enjoy.

Thanks,
Allistair


The eunuch shivered as he drew to a stop in front of the brass-plated
door. On it, in simple script the title, "Emperor's Hunter" had been
inscribed. On this dusty edge of the capital, the brass was far from shiny,
but he could still make out his reflection.  His amber hair fell loosely
just past his ears, his pretty features, pulled taut with tension and his
blue eyes blinked as he screwed up the courage to walk in.  He adjusted his
clothes quickly.  His blue, silk pants ballooned around his legs in the
breeze, but they were fastened just below his waist by a drawstring.  His
white blouse hung pertly off his form, subtly highlighting his lightly
muscled chest and arms. His dark brown vest had already collected some
dust, but the fringe swayed merrily in stark contrast to his disposition.
He gripped the three tiny bells, tied to a leather thong around his neck,
and swallowed once before he pushed on the door.

	Inside he found a courtyard. It was a simple, dirt-paved grounds
enclosed by a wall. On the far end he could make out a large set of doors,
presumably the entrance to a stable and a smaller door to the left where he
assumed the hunter lived.  He made his way to the smaller door, rapidly.
The sun was flooding the courtyard with a slowly-decaying golden light and
he could tell it was already past four o'clock.  He had to deliver the
vizier's orders and then return to the palace.

	He was nearly halfway there when he heard a loud snort and the
sound of horse feet.  He froze. The footsteps came closer and closer until
they came to a stop and he could feel hot horse breath, caressing the back
of his neck.  Slowly the eunuch turned around and came face to face with a
huge, powerful, black stallion.  The sunlight gleamed off the beast's
satiny hide, and everywhere the eunuch looked he could see muscles, like
coiled steel, bulging beneath it.  The eunuch took a step back, for the
horse's clear black eyes seemed to bore right into his. Then a voice halted
the horse.

	"Cyrkan, hold!" said a strong, deep voice. A man came into view on
the horse's left.  He was very tall, with broad, large shoulders and arms
that were as muscled as a black smith's.  He wore a simple cloth shirt
tucked into brown, leather pants that drew tightly across a prominent bulge
in his crotch. His head was shaved and face composed of rugged, handsome
features with a fierce-looking hawk-nose. He eyes took in the three bells
around the eunuch's neck.

	"So the Vizier wants something of me? At least he knows our
tastes. Quick boy, into the stable!"

Without thinking, the eunuch ran into the stable, the Hunter and Cyrkan
following on his heels. The horse nudged him into one of the stalls, and
pressed him against a wooden guard rail. The Hunter came up and rubbed one
of his giant hands through the eunuch's soft hair. His touch was almost
gentle.

	"Now pretty thing, before we do what the vizier bids us, first we
take his offering."

	The eunuch shook his head, the vizier had said nothing to him about
an offering. Still the Hunter's hands felt good. And the smell of the horse
was causing a stirring in his loins. So the eunuch turned his face into the
hand and then after a moment's enjoyment nodded his head.  The Hunter
abruptly broke contact and seated himself on a few hay bales a couple of
feet in front of them.

	"Now, boy, pleasure my friend." The Hunter rubbed his giant crotch
through the leathers and the eunuch slowly got down on his knees and made
his way towards the horse's cock. By this point Cyrkan was trembling with
excitement.  The eunuch ran one of his delicate hands along the horse's
taut stomach until he reached the base of the shaft.  The cock was stiff
like a rod, eighteen inches long and as hard as marble.  The skin was
softer than any satin, the eunuch had ever felt and as he ran his hand
slowly along the length, he shook with desire too.  The cock head was huge,
the size of a peach and as he rubbed a hand on it, a gush of pre-cum
spurted out, coating his hand. The eunuch brought it to his lips. He
moaned, for it was hot and sticky and forbidden; something, he, himself
would never be able to produce.  He reached forward and licked the head.
The horse whinnied and flicked his tail in pleasure and thus encouraged,
the eunuch opened his mouth wider and wider to slowly take the entire head
into his mouth.

	He used his one hand to continue to softly jerk the horse's cock,
while, in a mixture of envy, curiosity and lust, brought the other up to
cup, caress and explore the horses giant testicles.  In and out of his
mouth he pulled the head, bringing to bear all the skills he had learned
for use in the vizier's bed. The horse trembled and snickered and began to
gently thrust into the young eunuchs, soft, warm mouth.  The eunuch had his
eyes closed, lost in his own world of sensual bliss when the Hunter's voice
called him back.

	"Now, come here, boy." He said. Reluctantly the eunuch relinquished
the horse's cock.  He looked over at the Hunter, who was reclining on the
hay bales, as confident as a warlord surveying his plunder.  He had his
trousers unbuttoned and from them sprang an implausibly large penis for a
human. It was almost as long as the eunuchs forearm, easily eleven inches.
The Hunter was staring at him, his hand lazily stroking up and down his
tool. "Now, it's my turn."

	The eunuch bowed and said "What would you have me do?."

The Hunter laughed. He got up and strode towards the boy, "What would I
have you do?" He said it softly, almost sinisterly. "You want to taste me,
don't you boy? Compare the horse with it's master? You'd like to suck on me
until I blow my load all over your face. Cum and cum until it's coating
your lips, your pretty little nose, stuck in your hair, your eyebrows and
flowing out of your mouth. When I cum, boy, I don't stop, not for minutes."
The hand was back, now, rubbing all over the eunuchs face, groping his
ears, occasionally choking him on the neck, cutting the air supply off and
then easing up. The eunuch couldn't even respond, he wanted this man so
badly.

"Take off your pants boy." The eunuch did as he was told.  "Turn around and
let me see that pretty, little ass." The ass was amazing, pert, round and
full. The skin was covered in just the lightest of fuzz and was taut like a
mattress.  The eunuch felt something slimy rub into his ass as the fingers
of the Hunter probed his well-trained rose-bud. He was a eunuch, one with
training in the sexual arts. He thought he knew what was coming, he thought
he was prepared.

"Now, boy, bend over the rail and hold on tight." Said the hunter, who then
disappeared behind him. But then the Hunter reappeared and re-took his seat
on the hay bales, now rigorously stroking his cock.  Then the eunuch felt
the heat of the stallion as Cyrkan approached from behind and lifted his
front two hoofs to place them on another rail higher up.

"Relax, boy and push out with all your might and you might just survive the
experience." The eunuch barely heard him as he felt the head of Cyrkan's
giant head push at his ass as the horse mounted him. Cyrkan's mighty
haunches quivered with anticipation as he gave short thrusts trying to find
the eunuchs asshole.  Unconsciously, as if not even the fear of the giant
horse could suppress his innermost desire anymore, the eunuch spread his
legs a little wider and allowed access to his soft, tight orifice.  Then
with a thunk, the head found the hole and pushed in three inches.  The
eunuch exhaled mightily and began to push - the assault on his hole almost
led him to pass out. Cyrkan grunted a little bit and steadied himself.
Then he thrust again! This time he went in deep, almost seven inches. The
Eunuch screamed out loud. He began to panic. He had never had a cock this
big before up his ass. Then his training took over and he sub-consciously
pushed back and willed his intestines to expand to accommodate the pole
shoving itself inside of him.

"That's it!" shouted the Hunter, "mate that horse, boy! Take it! You can do
it!"

The horse, excited beyond all other thought, thrust again, yearning to push
all of himself into this pretty, vulnerable, young man.  He loved the
feeling of the silky smooth interior of the boys anus; the way it
contracted on his cock and pulled it deeper in. One more thrust, this time
up to fourteen inches and then all the way out.

"Oh my God!" shouted the eunuch.  He was being impaled.  He had never felt
so full before. But something was happening inside of him, the searing pain
the horse cock was bringing him was slowly subsiding.  He was beginning to
feel very warm and somehow sexy.  The horse thrust again and this time he
felt the horse's two giant testicles bang against him, almost at the place
where his should have been.  His own cock, was straining hard; he was so
turned on.

"Yes!" shouted the eunuch, "I love it, God, fuck me Cyrkan, give me that
stallion cock!" The horse, now completely inside him, changed his
strokes. He pulled out only five or so inches before he thrust back in and
slowly built up a quick short-paced rhythm. He was fucking this boy.  God
he loved fucking humans. Loved those soft asses and the sweet, little
whimpering noises they made. He loved to push his cock slowly all the way
deep inside of them, feel their intestines re-align to accommodate his
powerful member and then to slowly pull out, teasing them. This boy was a
champ, though. This boy, he would breed just like a prize mare. He slowed a
bit and began to deep-dick the eunuch.  The eunuch moaned in ecstasy as he
felt that cock repeatedly rub against his prostrate. The horse began to
sweat, holding himself back, enjoying this beautiful, tight butt. He could
feel his balls start their build-up to orgasm and ejaculation.

Meanwhile, the Hunter was furiously, jerking his cock. Nothing turned him
on more than the sight of this beautiful eunuch, with his soft delicate
skin, getting rammed by his powerful mount.  The stallion's majesty was
awe-inspiring; the way he towered over the boy, his muscles bulging and his
hard, billy-club cock pushing in and out of the pretty boy's ass.

"Cyrkan, I'm going to cum soon!" He shouted.

In response the horse reared up and started pumping with abandon. These
were wild, heavy thrusts that pushed his cock all the way into the boy and
then out and then all the way in. The boy screamed with pleasure, violently
thrusting his ass back on that big horse cock until finally the horse
reared up completely on his hind legs.  The horse pulled his cock out and
sprayed his mighty load all over the boy. Gush after gush of hot, steamy
horse semen coated the boy's ass and back and legs.  The eunuch didn't even
notice for he was in the lock of his own powerful orgasm.  The Hunter came
forward and held his cock over the eunuch's face. Then, he too, came. He
roared and jet after jet of ropey, white sperm shot out and plastered the
boys face.  The eunuch unconsciously opened his mouth and started
swallowing the stuff.  It sent him over the edge and he orgasmed again. The
hormones circling around and around his boy, making him feel unbelievably
hot. He was sobbing he was so sated.

Finally the horse descended from his hind legs and bent his head over to
the Hunter and nuzzled him.  The Hunter stroked the horses neck with his
clean hand and stroked the eunuch's face with his other.  The eunuch
collapsed to the floor.

Minutes passed until the eunuch came to. He shakily stood up and cast his
gaze about for the Hunter and Cyrkan.  He saw them by the gate, silhouetted
by the setting sun. He made his way to them and noticed that they had
changed and now looked garbed and prepared for a long overland trek.

"Tell me what the vizier desires of us, boy." Said the Hunter.

	The eunuch trembled, swallowed and then finally opened his
mouth. "The Vizier bid me tell you that Lord Titan has appeared in the
plains to the north. You are to go there and bring Lord Titan to him."

	If this name brought out any emotion in the Hunter it was
impossible to tell, for his jaw was set and his eyes looked only straight
ahead. Then the Hunter softened his gaze and made eye contact with the
eunuch.

	"Do not feel abused, eunuch, for it is you who has received an
offering." The Hunter leaned forward and kissed the eunuch on his lips.  It
was a full, tender kiss but it lasted for only the briefest of
moments. Then the Hunter mounted his horse and rode off out of the
courtyard.