Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2021 08:43:42 -0400
From: Achilles Patroclus <apatroclus1990@gmail.com>
Subject: Bronze Age Cock Brothers part 3 (gay/historical/authoritarian)

BRONZE AGE COCK BROTHERS Part 3

 (Thanks for all the emails y'all! I always write back, so don't be
shy. Me and my Marine buddy Z are writing this together. I mean he
does the writing and I tell him all my fucking nasty ideas, and he
throws in a lot, too. I really hope you like it. It's total FICTION, I
mean made up by us. Not from real life like the stories about my
family. Plus it happened a long time ago, back in the Bronze Age.
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AROUND THE YEAR 1200 B.C., SOMEWHERE IN THE SOUTHERNMOST MEDITERRANEAN

FINAL PREPARATIONS

When the prisoners had all been attended to, they were lined up in a
single file. All ten of them were openly moving hips and ass in a
fucking motion, no longer able to resist the terrible stimulation the
oil on the "shame" was causing them. More than one was dripping seed
from his painfully erect cock as the itching oil-mixture seeped deeper
into the flesh of their manhood and their cunts.

The warriors paid them little attention as they went about preparing
each other. Now thoroughly clean, they oiled each other's hulking
bodies to make their muscles shine and glow even more than they did
from their beautifully bronzed skin. Kanna insisted on helping his
warrior-lover Dak. He not only massaged the oil deep into his skin but
used his fingers to pinch and arouse his thick tit-nubs. Then with
both hands on Dak's massive cock, he brought him to complete hardness
by his skillful stroking and rubbing. Finally, crouching behind him,
he rubbed oil onto his high, round buttocks and in a low voice, so
that the others couldn't overhear, he asked, "In your cunt, too,
brother?"

Dak grunted his consent. Kanna smiled to himself and thought, "Yes, a
boy as handsome as you is wise to keep his cunt ready."

Similar preparations were made by the other warriors, lovers and their
"friends" helping each other. Only, there was no hesitation about
oiling the cunt of a common warrior. There was no doubt all of them
would be opening their legs for cock later on.

When their beautifully muscled bodies were gleaming with oil in the
early sunlight, their cocks hard and bobbing, their tit-nubs erect,
they were ready for the final touch. Little pots of red dye were
brought to the warriors by the slaves of the cove garrison. They
happily began to trace figures on each other's broad chests and
muscular upper backs. In front, a crude symbol was drawn: a short, fat
vertical stripe with two large dots at its base, to represent a cock
and balls. For each enemy warrior they had slain, one such symbol was
painted on their thick pectoral muscles. In back, another crude
symbol: an almond-shaped figure with a line running through it
vertically was meant to show a woman's cunt. Again, the number painted
was corresponded to the number of the enemy's women the warrior had
raped.

Kor had ten of these "cocks" on his chest, fifteen of the "cunts" on
his back. Only Dak had more. Even Maru, famous for his ability to rape
both men and women, only had nine of each. Dak and his bitch became
noticeably more cocky once the sign of their skill at arms and with
their cocks was on them.

Dak jerked his head back in a kind of summons to Kor (or Daku, "Dak's
Bitch"). "Tell me something, cunt," he said to the smiling warrior. "I
think this fucking whore should be at the front of the line." He was
standing beside the tallest of the captives, a young man who stood out
from his companions both for his height (he was the equal of Dak and
Daku) and the size and beauty of his muscles, to say nothing of his
strong masculine good looks.

"Yes, lord," Kor agreed. "He is a beauty. His cunt is good, too."

A look of defiance and smoldering anger marked the captive's face as
they discussed him. Dak and Kor exchanged an amused glance. "How many
women has this cock fucked, I wonder," Dak said, staring at the youth,
and then using the back of his hand to rub the prisoner's excited
cock.

To Dak's surprise--and Kor's angry impatience--the prisoner answered
him. "Three. I had three wives, before ...."

"Answer with respect, you goddam boy-fucking cunt of a whore!" Kor
shouted, the spittle flying in the prisoner's face.

Dak quit teasing his cock and took hold instead of the "shame"
sticking up in back, with its long, thin white streamers shifting in
the breeze. "And how many cocks have fucked your cunt, eh?" The
captured warrior said nothing, only glared ahead. "You've been fucked
more than your fucking whore dick ever fucked the cocksucking whores
you call your wives." He suddenly and viciously pulled back on the
long stalk of the "shame." The handsome captive instinctively bent
forward sharply at the waist, his legs bowing out. He stifled a curse
as a shot of his seed escaped his piss-slit.

When Dak released him, the itching inside him became almost
unbearable. His face reddening, he couldn't stop his hips from making
a lewd fucking motion as the Commander continued to address him. "What
was your name before, you fucking cunt?" When he hesitated, Dak made
like he was going to grab the "shame" again.

"Kalenos...lord," the prisoner gasped out.

"Ah, a fucking woman's name, it sounds like" Dak said, smiling at the
young man's submission. "I'm going to call you Kumannu." Kor laughed
out loud. "Kumannu" was their old word for a man's cunt when a cock is
fucking it.

"Take Kumannu to the front, bitch," he ordered Kor. Daku obeyed
instantly as always. Grabbing the pole on the captive's back--to which
his hands and neck were all bound--he marched him to the front of the
little column, moving at a fast pace that caused the muscular prisoner
to wince in agony as the "shame" ravished his inner ass from the rapid
walking.

Dak followed them, admiring the prisoner's wonderful ass muscles.
Taking his place at the head of the column, joined by his Leaders Mar
and Tag, he turned to face his favorite prisoner once more. "I think
he needs more white on him, bitch." Kor smiled and shouted a coarse
order to the slaves. One came running with the white-stain, and Kor
threw nearly half the bucketful onto the captive's front, careful to
avoid his straining cock. The rest he splashed on the youth's ass and
thighs. "Much better," Dak said with a grin.

At a nod to one of the handsome slaves, Dak gave the signal for the
final indignity of the prisoners. Quickly, slaves came up to the
captive warriors and tied a short, thin leather strap at the base of
their cocks, behind their balls. Now, not only did their manhood stick
out hard and blood-filled, obscenely jutting out before them, but they
would be unable to shoot their seed, to get at least a little relief
from the constant stimulation. The handsome faces of the prisoners
were now marred with frowns and grimaces as their manhood was aroused
and made agonizing at the same time.

Dak addressed them in his deep, booming voice. "Listen to me, you
fucking cunts! You are all now slaves of Kummok. Your city is
abandoned now! Your women, those that survived, are full of Kummok
seed. They will push Kummok's bastards out their cunts before another
summer comes. And you will never stick your cocks in their pussies
again. No, it is your cunts that will be filled with cock. You will
now be spreading your fucking legs for every man or boy that wants to
fuck you. And when you're auctioned, you should pray to Kummok that
your new master enjoys fucking pretty young men like you. Maybe then
your life as a slave will be bearable."

His warriors laughed at the Commander's harsh words as Dak went on.
"And look at you fucking cunts now! Raped over and over by my boys,
and yet they still make your fucking cocks hard, and you move your
asses like whores trying to get my boys to stick their cocks in you
and shoot even more Kummok seed up your fucking whore pussies!" There
was a great shout of laughter from the warriors.

And at Dak's silent signal they moved off through the narrow defile in
the cliffs that led from the harbor to the little plain in front of
the city. His warriors walked carelessly, sword and dagger belts
crisscrossed on their slender hips, a short pike in their hand, used
mainly to torment the prisoners with a soft tap to their engorged
manhood or to strike the "shame" sticking up from their asses. The
prisoners, though, had difficulty keeping the pace. They were forced
to walk bow-legged by the "shame" filling them so obscenely, and they
constantly felt the agony of their too-hard cocks on the verge of
cumming but prevented by the tight cock-straps.

BEFORE THE GATE OF KUMMOK

Emerging at the end of the narrow passage between the cliffs, Dak
blinked at the sudden glaring sunshine as they moved into the plain
before Kummok's one gate. He was surprised and pleased to see so many
men waiting for them. Then he understood, it was market day in the
city, and from the looks of it, larger than usual. Citizens and
slaves, farmers and their sons from the countryside, and here and
there fuck-whores, both young men and boys.

Even when in a large crowd and all pressing together, the different
classes were easy to distinguish. By the law of Kummok every free-born
male had to cover his manhood in public. So citizens wore a loin-cloth
that covered their manhood and the split in their ass but little else.
The better-off were distinguished by the quality of the cloth hiding
their cocks, often with elaborate decorations, symbols of fertility
and manhood stitched into the fabric with brightly-colored thread.

Farmers and those who worked on the great villas kept to the old
country ways. They wore only a simple string around their slim waists
with a triangle of cheap cloth that barely hid their dangling cocks
and balls.

Only slaves, whores, and warriors (who were considered the King's
slaves) went about completely nude. Slaves were easily known by the
cut of their hair and the thick leather slave-collar around their
necks. Male whores were allowed to grow their hair long but were
forced to receive a brand-mark on their ass to prevent deceit or
escape from their lot.

And of course boys of whatever class were allowed to go naked, until,
that is, their balls began making seed. When they got their
"man-balls" as the men of Kummok expressed it.

Now this great mingled crowd was pressing in on Dak and his men,
making lewd propositions to the warriors and their captives alike.
Hands stretched out to feel the warriors' muscles or touch their
cocks. Dak's "boys" took it in stride, an arrogant smile on their
handsome faces, proud that so many men--some of them very rich--wanted
their bodies.

As the procession came to a halt at the squat narrow gate of the city
(the warriors called it blasphemously the Cunt of Kummok), Kor heard a
familiar voice at his side. He glanced to his left, and there was the
handsome, even beautiful face of his cousin, who worked on his
father's villa in the country. Like most farmers, the young man had
dark, longish hair, a growth of dark stubble on his face, and a
strong, lean physique from years of training and working in the
fields. With him, being jostled by the crowd of males surrounding the
warriors, were two of his sons. The older, a beautiful boy, was
wearing a little triangle of cloth over his cock just like his
father's. The younger, scarcely nine summers old, was naked.

Kor smiled at them, standing easy and confident, the pike across his
shoulders and his hands casually gripping either end. It was the older
boy who had shouted his name. When he had Kor's attention, he went on
excitedly. "Kor! My father was so happy to hear you would be back
today. My brothers and I too are very happy!"

Kor gave him another arrogant half-smile, looking down at him and then
at his cousin. "Where the fuck are the other two? Don't you have four
cunts that share your bed, brother?"

Before he could answer, the boy broke in, "Look how hard he is for
you, Daku!" He lifted up the little cloth at his father's groin and
fully exposed the young man's painfully hard cock. Kor glanced down
and smiled. The handsome boy, who along with his brothers inherited
his father's beautiful physique, wrapped his hand around the shaft and
stroked it, pulling back the foreskin to expose a cockhead wet with
pre-cum.

Kor looked into the boy's eyes. With a kind of laugh through his nose,
he broke into a bright smile. "I'll gladly fuck your papa's pussy,
boy, and give you plenty of his seed to lick up" he said, using the
derogatory word for a man's cunt. He looked at his cousin, "But I want
all four of your fucking bastards there when I cunt you."

"They'll be there, cousin," he replied with a smile, still letting his
boy masturbate him. "The older boys are with the wagon in the square."
Kor snorted softly. "Selling their cunts, no doubt." His cousin
laughed with him.

Kor felt a hand on his balls, gently petting them. He looked down with
amusement. The younger boy, his hairless cock fully erect, was gazing
at the warrior's massive balls in fascination. "Do you like those
man-balls, little cunt?" Kor said with a smile. He turned to face him.
"Why don't you stroke my fucking cock? It's what you really want,
isn't it, boy?" He eagerly grabbed the warrior's large, thick
cockshaft with both hands.

"You're too young, boy," the cousin said with a laugh. "Aye, little
cunt," Kor added. "I'd split that little pussy if I fucked you, boy."
They both laughed.

Then, without any warning, a strong jet of piss erupted from the
warrior's cock, hitting the boy in the face and causing him to jump
back. Kor threw his head back and laughed along with his cousin and
the older boy.

As the younger boy shook his head and rubbed it furiously with both
hands, his father tousled his thick, black hair. "Be glad you got his
piss on you, boy. That means he likes you!"

"Yes," Kor agreed, "I may even let you suck my cockhead, little cunt ...
let you taste your papa's pussy."

Similar exchanges were going on with the other warriors. Men and boys
gathered around their favorites, arranging meetings later. Eager hands
stroked warrior cock or inserted fingers into well-lubricated warrior
cunt, and the brash young men reveled in the lustful attention. Kor
saw his lover Maru openly letting a young boy suck on his cock while
another was bent over to display his young cunt. Maru didn't seem to
even notice them but was busy talking to still another youth. Kor
thought, "The dirty whore will have his cock buried in boy cunt for
the next three days," and laughed to himself.

Then the procession began to move again.

It had come to a halt at the gate because two of the King's guard
stood there waiting expectantly for the Commander to approach.

They were magnificent specimen. Taller even than Dak or Kor, their
muscles bulged under lean, sun-bronzed skin. Their handsome, dark-eyed
faces, with perfectly formed features--they were carefully bred to be
elite warriors--almost always wore an arrogant smile. They wore their
hair like the common warriors but longer, often with a short "tail" in
back, tied up with string to resemble a cock's shaft and head.

Like Dak, they sported earrings, two in each lobe. Over their crossed
arms, their tit-nubs were erect with lust, causing the rings piercing
them to jiggle slightly. Their only "clothing" was a gold chain around
the waist with an ornamental dagger hanging from it. Between their
massively muscled thighs, exceptionally long and thick cocks thrust
out, erect from their almost uncontrollable lust. Unlike regular
warriors, they were allowed to grow their cockbush full and thick,
even if the King ordered their manhood and cunt kept smooth.

Dak halted the column before them as they stood blocking the gate and
instantly went down on one knee and kissed the cockhead of first one
and then the other. "Suck," he was told. Somewhat humiliated to be
forced to act like an eager cocksucker before his warriors, he
nevertheless suckled on the thick cockhead of the guard until the
other also commanded, "Suck." And like a whore, he went back and
forth, sucking and licking on their swollen manhood to show his
obedience. After a few moments in this degrading position, he was told
to rise.

"You and your fucking band of cunts have had a little success, haven't
you, you fucking whore?" the first guard said, with a little sneer of
his beautiful mouth.

"It seems this fucking cunt was able to keep his mouth off his
warriors' cocks long enough to do something useful," the other joined
in, and they exchanged a look with each other that held more than a
little mutual lust.

"For some reason, the High Commander wishes to see you and your
fucking cunt-lickers at the Trapa," the guard said and then grunted
with amusement. The Trapa was a large, stone platform on one end of
the great square of Kummok, opposite the barracks Dak and his warriors
used, the "Dogs," as it was called.

Dak smiled, pleased at the sign of approval from a man as important as
the High Commander, the King's own cousin. As the two guards turned
abruptly, shoving the men gathered around to the side and roughly
yelling to make way, Dak gave his leaders, Mar and Tag, the signal to
move the column forward.

THE SQUARE AND THE HIGH COMMANDER

The squat gate of Kummok led into a narrow kind of tunnel that made
for easy defense. Even with the crowd of warriors, prisoners, and the
jostling crowd, the walls of the tunnel stood out. Painted white,
skillful artists from the east had painted realistic figures in bright
colors. They depicted the warriors of Kummok slaying their enemies and
inflicting bloody wounds. Closer to the end of the tunnel the scenes
showed warriors raping their captives, and the artists were careful to
show all the seed marking the captives' mouths and asses.

At the end of the tunnel, the sun blazed down hot and white again.
Buildings, dwellings of the poorer class, formed a narrow alley for a
short distance until the great square was reached. The square rested
at the base of the rocky mount Kummok was built on, the citadel and
the houses of the great at the top, near the statue of Kummok's Cock.
The houses became more and more undistinguished as one descended from
the citadel until at the lowest level of the city, there were only
warriors' barracks, taverns, brothels, and merchants.

The square itself was very large. On the side parallel to the outer
defensive wall were humble dwellings. Off to the right (Dak
instinctively glanced in that direction) the barracks known as the
"Dogs," the home of Dak and his warriors, with its great blank wall
pierced by a single gate. On two sides it was built against the city
walls. Inside were the sleeping quarters, the dining hall, baths, and
training yards of his proud Dog Warriors, the most feared of all the
city's garrisons.

To the left, at the far end of the square was the Trapa, the long,
stone platform where slave auctions and other business were done. At
its center, set back against the wall behind it, was an immense
sculpture of their god Kummok, one carved long before by some unknown
but very skilled artist. It showed a virile young man, with perfect,
swollen muscles--each one carefully sculpted--and a beautiful, godlike
face. From his groin an enormous cock thrust upward, exposing two
equally enormous balls. The entire thing was painted in realistic
colors. It was there, at the foot of the monumental statue that the
High Commander waited.

And so Dak did not delay or allow the immense throng in the square for
market day to slow his men. It was not easy to make speed, for
everywhere there were carts and stalls set up, with little room
between them to walk. Besides the selling and buying, near the
alleyways that led into the square, farmers' boys could be seen with
young men of the city, bending over or on their knees and using cunt
or mouth to add to their fathers' profit on market day.

Dak and his warriors finally made their way to the foot of the Trapa
and saluted the High Commander in the obscene way of Kummok warriors.
They grabbed their cocks behind the balls and thrust out their hips to
display their hard cocks to the supreme war leader of Kummok.

He had been a common warrior as a youth. His broad, masculine and very
handsome face, combined with the powerful muscles he'd developed, made
him very popular in the beds of the powerful of Kummok. He still
proudly wore the rings in his tit-nubs he'd been awarded as a warrior,
but now he also wore several gold earrings for all the boys he had
bred into the King's whores. He no longer had to shave and so wore a
thick, black beard that accentuated his masculine good looks. His
hair, grown out now, was parted and tied in back, a few curling
strands left free to frame his handsome face. High rank now allowed
him to cover his manhood, but he used a narrow loin-cloth with only a
string in back that split his buttocks. He wore it low enough that his
thick cockbush he was so proud of was always visible.

He returned the lusty salute of Dak and his warriors by briefly
touching his manhood. Then he nodded at Dak, and the prisoners were
trooped up onto the platform of the Trapa and lined up facing him.
They stood shaking from the exquisite torment of their cunts and
cocks, still unable to control the fucking motion of their lower
bodies. At another signal, Kor and the other nine warriors who brought
them up stooped over and quickly untied the band around the helpless
captives' manhood. They wrapped their hands tightly around their
cockshafts and stroked them vigorously two or three times and then
stepped back.

Almost simultaneously, the prisoners groaned and bent forward at the
waist, as far as the "shame" in their ass would allow. And then their
seed came shooting out, landing on the stone paving at their feet with
a splat that could be heard even over the roar of the men on the
ground below. The warriors at their side laughed uproariously at their
convulsions, as the muscular young bodies tried in vain to expel the
"shame" in their cunts while their balls relentlessly struggled to
pump out their cum. A few of the warriors teased their cockheads with
a light touch to increase the torment, laughing as they did.

The High Commander even smiled as he watched the handsome captives
powerless to stop themselves from displaying themselves in such a lewd
way to their enemy. The High Commander then summoned Dak to his side
and went down the line of captives, still panting and red-faced, to
inspect them one by one. He occasionally complimented one of the
warriors, those with numerous "kills" painted across their chest. He
handled the prisoners roughly, grasping them by the chin or their
thatch of hair to jerk their head around to see them better.

When he reached the end, he smiled to see the one renamed Kumannu by
Dak. He still wore a defiant look and remained upright, as upright as
he could with the "shame" ceaselessly violating him. Kor himself
guarded the impressive prisoner. The High Commander smiled at Kor,
whom he'd fucked many times before, and briefly reached out to stroke
the strapping warrior's cock. Smiling, he said, "This will be buried
in a boy's cunt before long, eh?" Kor smiled broadly in reply. Then he
turned his attention to Kumannu.

"He's a proud fucking cunt, isn't he?" he said to Dak, looking with
amusement at the handsome young man's haughty face.

Dak gave a short laugh. "Not so proud two days ago when he had warrior
cock in both ends."

"Did you enjoy it, you fucking cunt, eh?" the High Commander said,
addressing Kumannu. "The feel of a man's cock in that fucking pussy?"
The prisoner stared beyond them, saying nothing.

"The stupid cunt," he said to Dak, "he won't be fit for anything but
hard labor on a villa. Or perhaps chained to the wall of a brothel,
waiting for any cock bold enough to fuck him."

Dak had a sudden inspiration as he looked over the beautifully muscled
frame of the captured warrior. "Or, lord, he might make a good Dog ...
with the right man to break him."

The High Commander's good-looking face was made even more handsome by
a wide smile. "You? You think you could break him, Commander? And then
make a Dog warrior out of him?" Dak waited expectantly, hoping to get
a chance to prove himself to the High Commander.

The High Commander appeared to think it over. He brushed his knuckles
absent-mindedly along Dak's erect cock, admiring it. Then he looked
back up with his mind made up. "Why not? But it will be on your head
if you fail."

"Thank you, lord!" Dak said with relief and a smile. He bent to kiss
him on his loin-cloth. The High Commander roughly pulled him up. "No,
Commander, I think you owe me a little more than that." He turned back
toward the statue of Kummok and made his way around its base. The two
guards followed him, as did Dak. But first he gave Kor the order to
take the captives to the King's slave-master. But Kumannu, he told
him, was to be taken back to their barracks. "Let the warriors' boys
use him for a while," he said, referring to the youths still in
training. Kor bent to kiss his cockhead respectfully and then began
shouting orders in his deep, rasping voice.

Dak turned and followed the High Commander and the two guards. Nearly
hidden behind the base of the statue was a low doorway. Inside it, a
small room with little more than a bed and some stools. The King used
it sometimes during the great festivals.

As soon as Dak emerged inside, the guards were waiting on either side
to seize him by the arms. The High Commander stood with his massive
arms crossed over his chest, his loin-cloth now flung aside and his
thick, long cock sticking out in anticipation. The guards dragged Dak
forward a few paces and threw him onto his knees. Before he could
ready himself, the High Commander's cock was pushing into his mouth
and down his throat. Almost instantly, Dak found his nose buried in
the thick, coarse hairs of the High Commander's full cockbush.

"You fucking cocksucker," he said, looking down at Dak as he gagged
and drooled his spittle around the thick cockshaft, as he desperately
struggled to take the High Commander's cock. "Keep it right there, you
fucking bitch, where it belongs...in that cunt you call your throat."
Then just as abruptly he pulled out. The guards hauled him back to his
feet, roughly grabbing him under his arms and lifting him up.

The High Commander moved his face close to Dak's and brought a hand up
to hold him by the chin. Then he started stroking the little patch of
stubble on the end of it, an action that always aroused any warrior
who sported the "cunt beard." "Don't forget, you cunt, I know why the
King allows you to wear this hair on your chin." The guards laughed
softly. "And why you have rings in your tits." He backed up a little
and nodded to the guards.

Dak was spun around. One guard pushed him down by the neck until he
was bent double. Then straddling the muscular Commander, he trapped
his neck between his thighs, his hot manhood resting on Dak's upper
back. The other guard then pulled up Dak's leg, both to keep him off
balance and to expose him completely to the High Commander's gaze.

Dak felt a rough hand on his balls, palming them and gently moving
them in their smooth sac. The High Commander allowed himself to linger
with the proud warrior's balls in his hand. Bitch or not, he thought
to himself, there's no denying the boy has balls like a bull's. Then
he ran his fingertips up the smooth flesh of his ass-split to the
small, puckered hole, shaved clean. He jammed his middle finger in to
the second knuckle.

"You've oiled your cunt, eh, you fucking whore?" the High Commander
laughed. "Was that for that fucking cocksucker Kanna? Have you been
squatting your cunt on his cock again?"

Before Dak could say a word, the man's cock replaced his fingers and
pushed into the tight muscle-ring and thrust completely in. The hair
of his cockbush and balls tickled Dak's tender ass-flesh, as he gasped
and grunted, suddenly forced to accept the man's great cock inside his
ass.

The fuck-thrusts started immediately, long thrusts where the head
nearly came out only to plunge deep into his cunt again, rapidly over
and over. "Fucking cunt! Fucking bitch!" the High Commander kept
growling, slapping his ass or reaching down to pull on his swinging
balls.

The guard holding Dak's head between his thighs reached back to pull
the warrior's ass-cheeks apart as wide as possible for the High
Commander's pleasure, while his companion reached awkwardly under Dak
to grab hold of his long, thick cock. He began milking him roughly,
increasing his speed to match the High Commander's bucking and
thrusting.

With a great roar and a blasphemous oath, the High Commander smashed
his hips against Dak's firm ass and released his seed deep inside his
cunt. "Fucking Kummok's cum-dripping cunt!" he shouted. At the same
time, Dak began spurting out ropes of his thick seed onto the floor as
the guard relentlessly masturbated him.

The High Commander slowly pulled his cock out from the panting,
gasping young man, and held his cockhead at the edge of the now gaping
hole, making sure as much of his cum as possible ran out and down
Dak's leg. With a grunt, the High Commander signaled to the guards,
who manhandled Dak until he was kneeling once again before his
superior. Without hesitation, he took the thick cock in his mouth,
sucking and licking his fucker's seed from the shaft and head.

The High Commander looked down at him with a satisfied smile. "Your
cunt is as fucking tight as when you were a boy, you filthy whore." He
gave him a light slap. "On your feet, you stupid bitch. You can't suck
my cock forever." The guards laughed.

When he was standing before him again, the High Commander looked him
over, taking pleasure in seeing his seed on the warrior's chin and
dripping down his inner thighs. "You leave that fucking cum on you, do
you understand, cunt? I want your warriors to see it and wonder which
cock has been fucking you this time."

Dak bowed his head slightly and said, "I'm proud to wear the seed of
the High Commander." But he didn't sound very convincing.

"Good," his master replied. "And since you've been such a shameless
fucking whore for me, I've arranged for the King's whore-master to
give you and your boys a little reward. Now get your goddam cunt back
to the barracks and enjoy yourself." Then he paused. "And one more
thing. If you're not able to make that captive into a true Dog
warrior, you'll both be sent to a whore house. And you'll be side by
side with that fucking bitch taking every cock that comes along. Now
go."

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