Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2021 03:09:24 +0000 From: Karl M. Subject: Blades of the Jashar This is a work of fiction that takes place in a world of my imagination only. The ages of the characters involved are up to my readers. Any comments, feedback and suggestions are welcome! Please send them to moonlitrain@protonmail.com. This is an experimental chapter of a potential longer tale. I'm thinking of doing more parts, so please let me know what you think. Author's Note: One thing I want to make clear is that in the culture of this story, bisexuality is an accepted part of the society. It is also a society in which teenage males can be initiated into sexual activity with a woman older than themselves who has chosen them for that role. The two taut-bodied, lean young men circled one another in the dusty ring of compacted sand. They were each stripped to the waist, their lower halves clad in short, separated leather kilts. The finely honed muscles of their chests and arms glistened, oiled and firm, while they sized one another up. Each teenager held a wooden sword, precisely the same shape and weight as a real metal blade. One of the boys was taller and lankier with long planes of muscle across his slim frame while the other was slightly shorter and more compact with heavier musculature. The taller lad's skin was porcelain pale and he had finely honed, surprisingly delicate features with sapphire blue eyes and a short, pale blond head of hair standing in stiff spikes. His shorter opponent's skin was the colour of creamy tea with an angular face, high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes. His lustrous, dark hair was similarly short and spiky. The shorter youth made the first move, lunging forward, low and inside in a lightning motion. His taller counterpart's sword flashed out to knock the other's blade off line. He used his superior reach to try and drive his competitor backwards, opening the distance between them. However, the more compact boy sidestepped, coming in at an angle to cut across his opponent's body, trying to get inside the taller young man's guard. Again the taller boy's blade leaped up to parry the slash, sliding it aside. He whirled now, going on the attack, beating the shorter youth backwards with rapid blows. However, in pressing the attack, the taller lad had let his attention waver. The shorter, more compact fighter's leg rocketed out, kicking the unbalanced leg of his opponent out from under him and dumping him unceremoniously in the dirt. A low gong sounded and a strong, sonorous female voice rang out. "Point to Yuko! Stop!" Yuko was grinning as he stuck out his hand and yanked his taller companion off the ground. "Gotta keep that focus, Istali! You're too cocky by half!" The lean, elegant youth smiled ruefully at his friend. "I know but when you've got a cock like mine..." Yuko winked at him. "Yeah well mine's not so bad either, is it?" Both of the boys turned to face the woman who stood on a raised dais above them. The ornately carved stone pedestal had high relief dragons intertwined around it, but the sheer presence the woman radiated overwhelmed everything around her. She was tall and lean with a strikingly beautiful face and a body that was curved but not voluptuous. Long black hair swept away from her pale skinned face and her skin was creamy, although a faded scar ran across one cheek. The woman was clad in black leather armour from head to toe, offset by red silk ribbon that accented it. A thin rapier hung at her side in a richly tooled leather scabbard. Her green eyes were keen and analytical as they moved between the two youths. "You were both moving well today. Your concentration has been slipping Istali. Make sure you focus or Yuko will have you again." Only Istali could hear his friend's low-voiced comment. "I've already had him more than once." Ignoring the good natured (and arousing) banter, Istali replied. "Aye Commander D'shanna! I know you won't let me forget my training!" She shook her head at him, her smile oddly mischievous for a senior commander of the Rukh battalion. "Unless you want some K'shar bastard's spear in your gut, I am not about to let you forget." D'shanna struck the gong once more, the metallic sound ringing out into the dusty desert air. "That's enough for today, lads and ladies! Go clean up and report back to your quarters." The crowd of teenagers began to disperse in talkative, energetic knots. The lean commander stalked cat-like off the dais and Yuko and Istali turned to walk towards the bath house, bodies naturally close to one another. The bath house was a square stone structure with a well-sealed door, a room for rinsing as the bathers walked in and then another sealed room, full of steam jetting out from the floor. The outside of the building was unassuming , but inside lavish blue and aquamarine mosaic tiles covered every surface. In the midst of a desert, this was incredible luxury. The Jashar Empire spared no expense for its soldiers. After stripping out of their sweaty gear which would be taken away by servants and replaced by fresh robes, Istali and Yuko washed down their lean, lithe bodies with hot water that gushed from wall pipes and bars of soap. A cool rinse followed and then they stepped into the intense heat and steam of the bath house. 
The pair of youths chose a private cubicle to step into. As the wreaths of steam surrounded them, Istali pulled his companion close into a deep, eager kiss. Yuko leaned in, pressing the taut muscles of his more compact frame into Istali's long planes of lean muscle, caressing the taller boy's firm bottom. After they broke the kiss, Yuko laughed. "You've been wanting to do that all day, haven't you, lover?" The lanky, lean teen smacked his friend across his firm buttocks, making a loud sound in the echoing space. "Damn right! I saw the hard-on you had when you woke up this morning, so it isn't like you haven't been thinking about it too." Sinking down on the tiled bench, the two boys began to kiss again. Yuko's hot tongue slithered against Istali's as both teenagers sported throbbing erections. Both were uncircumsized. Istail's cock was long, reaching to lay on his flat belly, nearly 8 inches long and reasonably thick. Yuko was around 7 inches but thick and broad with a prominent cum tube. Istali took his lover's thick cock in hand and teased the swollen, thick head with his thumb, swiping the precum from it and smearing it all over the fat, red head. Yuko shuddered and moaned, arching his back. His flat six pack abs flexed into sharp lines as he thrust his slim hips forward. The strong hand of the taller lad slid smoothly, using Yuko's foreskin to easily stroke his friend, slipping from base to head and teasing his full balls with his free hand. The lithe but powerful body of the shorter boy was taut, sweat beading and running in glistening drops as Istali stroked him and felt the throbbing length of him in his grasp. As he stroked and fondled Yuko's heavy balls, he let his tongue weave intricate patterns on the creamy light brown skin of Yuko's neck, making gasps and moans emanate from the beautiful youth's parted, full lips. Istali slid down between Yuko's legs and rapidly engulfed his leaking, pulsating cock in one motion causing him to grunt and arch again, pushing his thick penis down Istali's throat. The lanky, ferally pretty young man easily took it. With practiced ease, he began swallowing his lover's fat cock to the root, still fondling his full balls. It was obvious that Yuko had a pent up need to ejaculate because he wasn't holding out, but instead began to aggressively seize Istali by the hair and thrust hard into his wet mouth. The pretty, lean lad simply relaxed his throat as the powerfully built teen drove his thick penis deep inside the irresistible warmth. His motions grew more uncoordinated and jerky, as his full balls began to tighten and rise. A strangled yelping moan tore from his lips and he slammed forward, his fat cock swelling up even thicker as his balls twitched, the wide cum tube of his cock swelling as a heavy, thick load of jizz spilled down Istali's throat. The other boy easily swallowed it as Yuko sagged back on the marble seat, eyes closed and breathing heavily. Once the lads had regained their composure, the two of them lounged in the steam that swirled around them, feeling lazy and spent. Their lithe, smooth bodies were touching as they languidly talked. Yuko drew slow circles on Istali's chest as he asked, "So who do you think is going to choose you for ithkati? After all, you like women too so it can't just be me sucking your dick all the time." The lean, taller youth made an uncertain face. "Not sure. I guess a few women have put their eyes on me in a way that doesn't seem entirely motherly. I suppose I'll find out soon enough." His shorter, more powerfully built friend winked. "Well whoever she is, she'll be lucky to have you. Just remember, no one can suck your cock better than me." The feral, beautiful boy across from him grinned brightly. "Oh I don't think you'll ever let me forget that."