Date: Sun, 16 May 2021 22:47:04 -0400
From: Achilles Patroclus <apatroclus1990@gmail.com>
Subject: Bronze Age Cock Brothers Part 5 (gay/historical/authoritarian)

BRONZE AGE COCK BROTHERS Part 5


(Thanks for all the emails and Twitter DM's ya'll! 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. ALSO:
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KOR (DAKU)

After an hour or so, Kor lay half sitting and half lying sprawled out on
the bed, his great, muscle-bound body taking up most of it. His cousin
Attu, satisfied for the moment, lay next to him, on his left, enjoying
the feel of Kor's muscular arm lazily draped over his shoulders, both of
them covered in sweat. Attu's cock was still leaking seed after Kor's
savage fucking (and his boys' eager sucking) made him shoot his cum so
hard it almost hurt.

The air in the little room had been hot when they entered. It was now
sweltering after their furious fucking. The noise of men, many of them
warriors, shouting and cursing with lust, echoed down the narrow corridor
almost constantly. Occasionally, one of Kor's warriors, his cock
obscenely erect, would pass the open doorway chasing a boy or young man.
Some stopped briefly to watch Daku with his cousin and the boys, admiring
the beautiful muscles of their Commander's bitch as he fucked Attu and
the two oldest. Even when Kor pulled out of their cunt, the youngest boy
eagerly brought his mouth down to suck the fierce warrior's cockhead,
prompting raucous shouts from the lust-crazed Dogs watching the
spectacle.

Spent for the moment, Kor now had a self-satisfied, arrogant look on his
very handsome face, proud that he had given his bitches so much cunt
pleasure. He and Attu were looking towards Kor's crotch--his legs were
spread obscenely wide--where the youngest boy was struggling to take in
even a third of the warrior's thick, long manhood.

"You must open up your goddam throat, little cunt," Kor said, laughing
with Attu.

"That's a man's cock, boy," Attu added, "not some little
slave-boy's dick, you little fuck!"

The second youngest was snuggled up against Attu's side, laughing along
with the two men, and without thinking was humping his hairless dick on
his father's hip.

Attu noticed and looked down where his boy was rubbing his dick on him.
He tousled his hair with a smile on his dark, handsome face. "You want
to fuck me, boy?" he gave a soft laugh.

Kor noticed, too. "He wants your cunt, brother, wants to feel my cum all
over his dick in that tight fucking pussy of yours. Don't you, boy?!"
The lad wasn't laughing now but looked almost embarrassed, his face red
underneath his dark tan.

Before he could answer, the youngest pulled off Kor's cock coughing and
spitting. Kor bellowed with laughter that could be heard even downstairs
in the tavern. "You goddam fucking little bitch! Can't you even suck a
man's cock down your goddam throat?! Your fucking papa was sucking grown
men when he was your age." He laughed again, then turned his face to
Attu's and gave him a lusty kiss. "You were a good fucking cocksucker
even then, weren't you, brother? Took my father's cock before even I
could swallow that fucking thing."

Attu smiled at the compliment. "But you took him in your cunt sooner
than I could."

Kor smiled back, looking almost like a love-sick buck. "He couldn't
wait to cunt me, could he?" Another sloppy kiss.

The oldest boy, Atturu (or "Attu's seed") had been kneeling, his cock
hard and jutting up from his thighs, watching his youngest brother try to
suck the massive, beautiful warrior. "I'll show you how," he said,
pushing the boy rudely away, causing him to fall off the bed. Then
without a pause, he went down on Kor's cock and didn't stop until his
nose was in the warrior's trimmed little cockbush.

"By Kummok's fucking cunt..." Kor started to curse but cut it off with
a deep grunting groan. Without any warning, Atturu had pushed two fingers
into the warrior's unguarded cunt and fucked them in and out rapidly
while sucking his cock hard.

Atturu looked up between Kor's legs, letting the cock slip from his
mouth but keeping his fingers inserted into the warrior's fuck-hole. He
was almost the exact image of his father, only some ten summers younger,
and he was smiling up in the same aroused, heated way that Attu did when
he was worshiping his muscular cousin's manhood. Then he went back to
work, eliciting another blasphemous shout from Kor.

"Atturu's fucking you with his fingers, Daku!" the youngest said with
boyish delight, as he stood next to the bed watching closely.

In a flash of movement, Kor grabbed the lad and hauled him up onto the
bed until he was lying ass-up across the warrior's rippling torso. The
boy was giggling and squirming, his young dick hard as it rubbed on
Kor's abdominal muscles, and his father and the warrior laughed along
with him. But the lad suddenly stopped squirming when Kor, wetting his
finger with spit, quickly pushed it between the young ass-cheeks and into
his tight little hole.

"Now your fucking pussy has a finger in it, too, little bitch!" Kor
said with a lustful smile on his handsome, bronzed face. "You like it in
your cunt, boy? You want warrior cock in that goddam pussy, eh?"

Attu smiled at the sight, leaning down towards his boy's face. "You
want Daku to cunt you next summer, boy? Cunt you with my seed in your
pussy?"

Grimacing from the pressure in his asshole and the stimulation to his
cock, the boy tried to grunt out an answer. But before he could, Attu
gave him a gentle slap and got his mouth down to his ear. "Then you'd
better goddam learn to suck his fucking cock like a real son of Kummok
and not some fucking barbarian bitch." He roughly grabbed the boy's
head and pushed him down to Kor's straining erection.

Kor dug his heels into the bed to raise his ass up and towards Atturu
still kneeling between his legs. "And you, you filthy cunt! If you want
my fucking pussy you'd better lick it like it was your father's cock."

With his mouth hanging open in surprise for an instant, the handsome
young man lowered his chest to the bed, sticking his ass up heedlessly in
back. Kor groaned with pleasure when the wet tongue stroked over his
cunt-hole. Attu, greatly aroused, pushed the second-youngest boy away and
slipped off the bed, quickly making his way around to the foot of the bed
and stared at the sight of his oldest boy's tight, unguarded cunt. His
only warning was to place his hands on the firm ass-cheeks and pull them
apart a little. Atturu glanced back with surprise and then threw back his
head, his mouth slack from the sensation of his father's thick cock
plunging once more into his cunt.

Kor laughed under his breath, then said in a low tone, "Get your goddam
mouth back on that cunt, you fucking whore." Atturu had never seen the
warrior like this, so eager to be penetrated, none of the boys had. But
Attu had witnessed it many times when they were boys "playing" with
Kor's father.

The warrior gave himself up to the pleasure of Atturu's obscene licking
and kissing for a while longer. Like all boys, he licked and sucked
better when his own cunt was getting fucked. But he grew impatient and
gave him a little kick to the side of the head. When the youth looked up
startled, Kor smiled in that way he'd never seen before and grunted,
"Fuck me, you bitch."

Of course Atturu didn't last long with Kor's muscular arms and legs
wrapped around him, his tight cunt clutching his thrusting cock, his
thick tongue buried in his mouth. And Attu's cock fucking in and out of
him without mercy. With a loud, groaning yell, Atturu shot his seed, only
to have the warrior grasp him more tightly and pull him against his
muscular body, enjoying the feel of the youth's cock throbbing and
spitting out its seed inside him.

When Atturu finally stopped shaking from the intense pleasure, Kor thrust
him off of him, not caring if Attu had finished with him. "Now you're
going to ride me, you goddam man-fucker!" The boy beamed with pride as
he stood up on the bed and straddled the mighty Dog Warrior, lowering his
ass even as his cum continued to drip out his piss-hole.

DAK

Dak's heavily muscled form climbed the steep streets with ease, so that
the two Guards flanking him didn't have to hurry him along. But they
would occasionally tell him to move faster and then pat his ass, "Like I
was their fuck-boy for the day," Dak thought angrily. They humiliated
him in other ways too, especially when a little group of men or boys were
watching. They would grip his cock, telling him, "You'd better get
harder than that, you fucking cunt. The Bull is easier to take when your
own boy-fucking cock is stiff, eh."

A few of his Dog warriors were curious to see where their Commander was
being led and followed behind a few paces. Soon others joined them,
leaving disappointed boys behind them. The Guards were aware of the small
crowd of warriors and a few young men of the City trailing them and began
to increase their demeaning treatment of the great Dog commander.

One Guard reached up to grab Dak's chin to stroke the bristles of the
patch of hair. "You'll soon be able to grow this a little longer,
won't you, you cocksucker?" Even the warriors were surprised at the
boldness of the gesture, one of them exclaiming, "Fuck" without
thinking. The other Guard was content to use a finger to flick Dak's
tit-nub rings, another gesture among the warriors to show interest in a
comrade's cunt.

As they neared the summit of the citadel, the streets grew narrower, the
walls protecting the ever-increasing quality of the houses and palaces
grew higher. But the signs of the nearness of Kummok's temple also began
to multiply. Every door or portal, and almost every street corner,
displayed stone cocks, always shown fully erect and with two large
man-balls, carved out of stone or fashioned from clay, and attached to
the walls. The blank walls of the houses near the temple, even though
they belonged to the wealthy and powerful, were covered with crude
graffiti--offerings to the god, in their own way.

Most of them were poorly drawn figures, though obviously meant to show
muscular males, engaged in fucking or sucking. All but a few were labeled
only with the "sign" of the two or more men depicted, although some had
the names spelled out in the new kind of writing from the east. Dak
habitually looked for the two he had drawn on a little garden wall near
the top of the hill: a short figure with the sign of "Kor" shown
kneeling and sucking the cock of a full-grown figure marked "Dak." The
other showed Dak fucking Mar, now a Leader of the Dogs, and being fucked
by his lover Kanna. Even after so many summers, they made him smile a
little.

Finally, they emerged into the plaza at the top of the citadel. To left
and right were the buildings that made up the King's palace or the
fortress of his Guards. But directly ahead of them was the temple of
Kummok. It was built in the style brought from the east with several
thick columns along the front, only here they were carved to resemble a
man's cock thrust skyward. A low-pitched roof in bright red tiles
covered it, and ten broad steps led from the level of the plaza up to the
platform of the temple. Two large stone statues of the Twins, just as at
the fountain, stood halfway up the steps. Only here they were shown
facing those entering, their muscles beautifully carved, their cocks
extremely erect.

To the left and right, lounging on the steps, were the temple whores. On
the left were the young men, most of them drawn from the ranks of the
King's warriors and serving their turn at the temple. And on the right
the boys, also serving their allotted time and offered by their fathers,
some of them very wealthy. There were about fifteen of each. Broad red
smears of paint decorated their cheek-bones, and their ass-cheeks were
painted with a red dye that would fade about the time their temple duties
were completed.

During their service as temple whores, they weren't allowed to refuse
any man or boy who approached them. Although the warrior-whores were
there to fuck the men who came to worship Kummok, many of them were
chosen for their cunts instead. The boys were only for fucking, as it was
considered an offense to the god for a man to be fucked by a boy. That
was something the townsmen thought of as an obscenity, only practiced in
the country or with Dog Warriors.

Both boys and young men knew immediately that something unusual was about
to happen with the approach of Dak and the two Guards with their little
following of curious warriors and others. And so several of them got up
and followed them up the steps, growing aroused at the way the Guards
were treating the famous Commander.

The two strapping, handsome Guards, in fact, were losing their
self-control as they got closer to the doors. The Guard on Dak's left
openly pushed a finger into his fuck-hole, saying loud enough for those
around to hear, "The Bull will fuck your goddam pussy better than that
cunt-licker Kanna ever did!"

The other Guard, reacting to his friend, grabbed Dak's balls roughly.
"Your balls will pump out more fucking seed than when the High Commander
was in your cunt, you fucking bitch!" They both laughed, taking turns
spanking his round ass-cheeks roughly, asking him mockingly if it made
"his pussy wet."

At the threshold of the temple, they took off what little they wore,
leaving the dagger-belts with one of the temple whores to guard, because
no man could enter except completely nude. Then they grabbed their
"victim" by the arms and hustled him quickly inside, as if--Dak
thought--he was a young boy reluctant to go to his first cunting.

Inside the immense temple little could be seen at first, so great was the
contrast between its gloomy interior and the harsh sunlight outside. The
only light came in through a square opening in the center of the ceiling
directly over the statue of Kummok. It was enormous, even more impressive
than the one in the square. The head nearly reached the sky-light, its
muscles were almost exaggerated as was the giant phallus thrusting up
from its groin, with its two perfectly round and proportioned man-balls.

On either side, about ten feet in front of it, were statues of Kummok's
Twins, smaller than the statue of their sire but still larger than
life-size. They faced each other, cocks hard and curving up at a height
of a few feet above a man's head. They each stood on a little pedestal a
foot or so high. It was here, between them, that Dak would be bound to
await the Bull.

Instinctively glancing to either side when he heard the sounds of
man-fucking, Dak saw the low-lying cots that lined either wall, left or
right. There were ten on each side, at right-angles to the wall. Here the
worshippers brought the temple fuck-whores to make their offering to the
Cock God. On the left the warrior-whores were busy with their clients.
The first thing Dak saw when he looked was a beautifully sculpted pair of
warrior buttocks and well-muscled thighs, as the young warrior lay face
down on the cot with his ass held high waiting for a young man of the
City to fuck his cunt. Two other warrior-whores were using their cocks on
city males, one old enough to be the young man's father, the other a
young boy not many summers from his first cunting.

On the right, Dak saw, were those who brought the whore-boys inside, four
of the ten were his own Dog warriors, fucking their boys hard and fast as
usual. The others may have been handsome enough but didn't really
warrant the Commander's attention, even though he had probably fucked
most of them at one time or another.

Half-dragged along by the two Guards, he quickly found himself between
the Twins, and the Guards just as quickly went to work fastening leather
shackles to his ankles, roughly slapping at his thighs to make him spread
his legs far enough apart to span the distance between the low pedestals.
A sharp slap on his ass and the command to raise his arms, and they were
fastening his hands to the leather restraints attached to the twin
statues' groins. "Grab the cocks, you fucking whore," one of the
Guards grunted. Even though both wrists and ankles were now bound, he was
supposed to wrap his hands around the out-thrust erections of the Twins.

The Guards, standing behind Dak, stepped back a pace to admire the figure
of the Commander. His beautiful muscles tensed and bulging from the
strained position: legs spread wide, asshole exposed a little, his back
muscles sweeping up from his narrow waist to his mighty shoulders and
upper-back. Dak groaned when one of them reached between his legs to grab
his cock, only half-hard now, and roughly tug on it before closing his
hand around the large, smooth balls and squeezing them until Dak grunted
and swore.

"The filthy cunt," one Guard laughed. "Goddam fuck-whore, like all
Dogs," the other replied, laughing.

As soon as Dak was securely bound--a practice that was a hold-over from
ancient times when the ritual was a blood-sacrifice--three boy-whores
emerged from the dark space between the legs of Kummok's statue. They
were naked, their hairless cocks hard, and among the most handsome of all
the temple whores. They carried little wineskins filled with a special
kind of oil, used mostly by those rich enough to afford it.

One boy went behind the Commander and the other two stayed at his crotch.
They squirted copious amounts of the oil on their hands and set to work.
The boy in back began running his hand firmly on Dak's ass-split, soon
inserting a finger, then two, then four into his cunt in a quick fucking
motion. At the same time, the two in front had his cock and balls covered
in the warm, stimulating oil. While one stroked the long, thick cock, the
other played with the warrior's balls and stroked his taint, sliding his
hand back far enough to penetrate his cunt-hole in rhythm with the boy in
back.

Dak groaned in agony, knowing he would be unable to keep himself from
shooting his seed, while the Guards, having moved to the front, smiled
and laughed at him. Even the others who had been fucking in worship of
Kummok had gathered around, including the idle whore-warriors and
whore-boys out front when word spread that the famous Commander was to be
cunted by the Bull.

Dak hardly noticed them, striving mightily as he was to keep his seed
from spilling out. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that part of
the ritual was for the bitch to shoot his seed at his first sight of the
Bull and his cock. But in the moment, the boys' lewd rubbing and poking,
and the sight of the muscular young men gathered round, their cocks hard,
watching him closely, his mind was blank, focused only on the intense
pleasure, and he began bucking at the waist, his male instinct taking
over and forcing him to move his hips in a fucking motion.

Just then, between the mighty stone legs of Kummok, the Bull made his
appearance. Even in the dim light, Dak could see he was heavily muscled,
every vein and sinew and muscle pumped to almost obscene perfection. But
not only that, his frame was wide and exceptionally tall, almost like a
statue of the god himself. He could not see the handsome though brutish
features of this warrior chosen to be the King's Bull. A beautifully
rendered mask covered his entire head, the perfect likeness of a bull,
the horns long and sharp. It made Dak gasp.

But the young Commander only spared all that a quick glance, because his
gaze was quickly drawn between the Bull's legs. There it thrust out,
obscene and magnificent: a cock longer than any in the City but the whole
vein-covered length of it was thick, especially at the base. His balls
hung so far down, they almost resembled the balls on a real bull. And
they were swinging in rhythm to the jerking motions of his aroused and
leaking cock.

The whore-boys kept up their stroking the whole time, if anything,
increasing the intensity of it. And then it happened, just as it was
supposed to. Dak gave a loud groan and shouted out a blasphemy,
forgetting where he was, "By Kummok's cunt!" And his seed flew out of
his piss-hole, landing with a loud splat on the stone floor, only a few
inches from the feet of the Bull.

The Bull quickly stepped up to him, close enough that his enormous cock
brushed Dak's lower abdomen. He didn't speak of course, but the mask
was cleverly made to amplify the breathing of the one wearing it to
resemble the snorting of a bull. Only because his feet were on the
pedestals of the Twins' statues was Dak, tall as he was, at eye-level
with the Bull. Through the small openings bored into the mask for the
wearer to see out, he caught a glimpse of the brutish young warrior's
eyes. And he saw eyes that were wide with unbridled lust.

The Bull snorted into Dak's face a few more times, then moved behind
him. The boys, who had withdrawn when the Bull approached, now all took
up their places in front, encouraged by the Guards. The Commander braced
himself for what was next, he knew. But even knowing what was coming, he
was not truly prepared.

The shock and pain of the first, brutal penetration made Dak cry out. The
men and boys watching all cheered and shouted as Dak bellowed, his entire
body arcing forward, vainly trying to escape the cock boring into him.
But the boy had done too good a job of oiling his cunt, and the Bull
pushed his cock steadily in until Dak felt the rough hairs of his
cock-bush on his tender ass flesh.

Another loud snort and the Bull began to slowly pull his cock out, then
in again, slowly fucking Dak, who writhed in agony, bound though he was,
while the boys stroked and played with his cock, his balls, and his erect
tit-nubs. Every muscle of the two males' bodies flexed in a beautiful
display as the fucking picked up speed and energy.

The Guards, seeing Dak's exceptionally beautiful muscles straining with
the fucking he was taking and his handsome, manly face--his tongue now
hanging out of his slack mouth like an animal, his eyes almost rolling up
into his head from the pleasure--could no longer contain their lust. They
pushed the boys away and took over the task of stroking the Commander's
hard and jerking cock.

"You fucking cunt!" one spat in his face.

"You fucking whore bitch!" the other said before putting a hand on
Dak's neck and pulling his mouth down to his in a vicious kiss, fucking
his tongue into the Commander's mouth. He broke it off quickly and
climbed up on the pedestal and brutally pushed Dak's head down to his
groin. Despite the awkward, almost painful position, Dak instinctively
took the Guard's cock in his mouth and did his best to suck it, even
though the Bull was fucking into his cunt with hard, slamming strokes.

He didn't have to keep it up long because the Guard soon filled his
mouth with seed. From training and instinct, Dak did his best to swallow
all of it, but a large amount still spilled out his mouth and covered his
chin.

The other Guard grabbed one of the temple boys and without warning spun
him around and forced him to bend over. He fucked all the way into him in
one stroke, then fucked him fast and deep until his cum practically
exploded inside the tight, young cunt. Others of those watching imitated
him and started sucking or fucking the nearest boy or warrior-whore.
(When the King learned of the obscene deviation from the ritual later
from anxious temple priests, he dismissed the whole thing with an amused
smile. "The frenzy of the god was on them," he said, proud of his young
Guards. "If anything, it made the ritual even better.")

The remaining two boy-whores dutifully went back to stroking the writhing
Commander's erection and stimulating his balls and taint. The effect on
Dak was not lost on the Bull, who felt the warrior's cunt tightening
again. With a roar that sounded almost exactly like a bull's bellowing,
he thrust all the way in and began shooting his seed, rope after rope of
thick man-cum. At the same moment, the boys' heavy stroking was rewarded
when Dak roared out a curse and let his seed fly out once more, only this
time the boys caught as much as they could in their cupped hands.

They went to the statue of Kummok, climbed up on the feet and smeared the
Commander's seed on the statue's legs. Then they hurried back to the
Bull, waiting for him to withdraw his cock. As he did, they crouched,
their hands at the ready to catch the semen that came pouring out of
Dak's gaping cunt. Meanwhile, the Guards, their lust satisfied for the
moment, released the Commander.

"You're not finished yet, you fucking cunt," one said with a smile. He
held Dak by his massive shoulders as he stepped down off the pedestals
and summoned the boys with a nod of his head. They stood there waiting,
their cupped hands full of the milky, whitish seed of the Bull.

"Don't waste it, bitch," the Guard ordered. Dak obediently bent down
to lick and suck up the thick cum from his own cunting, heedless that
much of it remained on his chin and in the little patch of hair there.

"Take your fucking ass back to the barracks and your fucking
cock-sucking Dogs," the Guard then ordered. With a smile of relief, Dak
raised himself back up and then swayed a little, unsteady on his feet.
Two of his Dogs ran up to him to hold him steady.

"You should take it slow, lord," one said.

Now that he was finished with the temple and the Guards, Dak immediately
reasserted his dominance, conscious of the humiliation the High Commander
had put him through (a humiliation he didn't intend to let go
unpunished).

"Shut your fucking mouth, you stupid cunt," he said with a little
smile. "Come on." He pushed them away from his side and led them back
out into the sunlight. There at the base of the steps, he was eager to
give a show of his authority for all the males idling there to see.

"Squat down, cunt," he told one of the handsome, strapping Dogs. "Take
it in your mouth." The youth obeyed, knowing what was coming as his lips
sealed around the thick cock of his Commander. With a deep sigh, Dak
released his long pent up piss into the sucking mouth of his brave
warrior.

"Clean that fucking mess in back," he then ordered the other Dog. He
too was quick to obey and crouched behind the Commander, parting his
beautiful ass-cheeks to lick away and suck up the remaining seed from the
Bull.

MARU

Not far from the temple, Maru stopped at a very familiar corner. Down a
narrow alley was the main entrance to the luxurious house, more a palace
in fact, where he was raised for the first seven summers of his life. He
paused at the corner, reaching up to rub the large bronze phallus fixed
to the wall. It had been there for as long as he could remember. As he
rubbed it, muttering a prayer to Kummok, his piss came out in a strong
stream, hitting the base of the wall and splashing his feet a little.
Brutish Dog Warrior that he was, even his simple mind knew that he
couldn't piss on the floor of the house he was going to.

His eye went to some of the crude graffiti there, many drawn by his own
hand, several summers ago. Little reminders of the boys he'd fucked,
some against their will but most only too willing to give their cunt to
the handsome, blue-eyed warrior.

Walking down the alley, he stopped at the large, forbidding doorway and
pounded with his fist. It was opened a crack by a slave-boy. Maru
scarcely glanced at him before pushing the door open and striding in. He
passed through a narrow corridor into a kind of vestibule surrounded on
all four sides by colonnades, the center open to the sky. A shallow pool
sat under the opening to collect water from the rare rainfall. Behind the
columns on either side, doors led to other chambers or parts of the small
palace.

Maru continued on, though, briefly looking at the bright murals on the
walls of the vestibule depicting the festival of the Twins, when the
males of Kummok celebrate by fucking in large groups of men and boys
together.

Passing through the grand double-door opposite where he entered, the
warrior emerged into the central chamber. It was laid out exactly like
the vestibule, only the proportions were much larger, the columns were
taller, and the central pool was deeper. A small garden surrounded the
pool, in the middle of which was a skillful bronze sculpture of Kummok
fucking Kuru, the first man.

At the far end of the great chamber was a U-shaped table, its open side
nearest the pool. Low couches were on the remaining three sides, and Maru
stopped abruptly when he saw he was interrupting an early dinner.

At the head of the table was an older man, but still in his prime, with
handsome features not unlike Maru's, including his blue eyes. His hair,
still jet black, was pulled back in the usual fashion, and his beard was
full but carefully trimmed. He wore a kind of loosely draped garment that
hung off one shoulder and fell easily to about his knees, gathered in by
a little chain at the waist. Despite the garment, it was clear that he
had a magnificent physique of powerful muscle.

Two other men, somewhat older, were similarly dressed and reclining on
either side. The rest of the couches were occupied by good-looking,
muscular young men, one or two of them warriors, completely nude,
signifying that they were whores, or in the case of the warriors, worse
than whores.

"There you are at last, boy," the man at the head of the table said,
while tearing off a bite of chicken. "Come closer, show yourself to
us."

Maru obeyed instantly, walking around the pool until he was at the foot
of the table. "Show yourself" meant only one thing to him. He spread
his feet wide apart and then raised his arms and put his hands on the
back of his head.

The man smiled and gave a meaningful look to his two well-dressed
friends. "Shall we?" he said, getting up.

The three men approached Maru, smiling, but more to themselves than at
him.

Abruptly, the master of the house, looking Maru directly in the eyes,
grabbed hold of his cock, which was stiffening with excitement. Feeling
the tip, his mouth crooked up in a little smile. "Wet and sticky, boy."
He looked at his two companions, "Fucking and pissing, like all those
fucking Dog Warriors." The other two laughed with him. Maru smiled, not
understanding but wanting to seem agreeable.

"My friends, please, see if you like him," the master said. Maru
instantly felt the two pair of hands caressing his body front and back,
gliding in a smooth motion down his rippling muscles until they were on
his manhood in front and his ass in back. "He's beautiful," one said.
Maru beamed with pleasure.

As they rubbed and stimulated him, moving their hands around everywhere
to feel his muscles or to pinch his tit-nubs or his cock-head, the master
spoke to Maru. "So the Leader Mar fucks you now, I understand."

"Yes, lord," Maru answered with his brightest smile. "I'm his bitch.
He fucks me every night."

The master of the house scoffed a little. "You see," he said turning to
address the others at the table, "he's proud that another man sticks
his cock in his cunt and leaves him dripping with his seed every night."

They laughed softly. Turning back to the warrior, he asked, "Who else
fucks you, boy? Dak? His fucking whore of a bitch? What's his name?"

Maru, not really picking up on the tone of the questions answered
cheerfully, "Kor, lord. We're lovers, we fuck each other."

The master smiled to himself, "Maybe," he said to his two friends, "I
should ask who hasn't had his cock up this cunt, eh?"

"Let's see it," one said with a laugh, "this famous cunt."

"Bend over, boy."

Maru happily complied, bending over double and gripping himself behind
the knees, giving the three men a good view of his small, tight asshole.

"He has good balls on him," one of the friends said matter-of-factly,
reaching between Maru's legs to grab hold of the swinging scrotum.
"That's probably why he's always fucking the boys around here," the
other replied with a laugh, "too much fucking seed."

"But this," the master broke in, "is the best part of this fucking
whore." He pushed a finger into Maru's clenching cunt. "You like it,
boy?"

The warrior was already panting heavily. "Yes, sire, very much."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, lord."

"Even here, in front of everyone?"

"Why not, lord? You said it yourself, I'm a fucking whore. I've been
fucked like this before, haven't I?"

"Yes, you have, boy." He said it with a loud laugh, joined by the
others. The master of the house quickly stripped, spit on his cock, used
his hand to lubricate himself thoroughly and then punched into the tight,
soft cunt-hole. "You fucking cunt of a whore," he said softly, almost
overwhelmed by the sensation.

At the table, one of the naked young men, new to the house, whispered to
his companion on the couch, "Who is this beautiful Dog Warrior?"

"Don't you know, you fucking cocksucker?" his friend whispered back,
half laughing. "That's one of his bastards. He's been fucking him like
this for a long time. Likes to show off his boy to his friends and put
him in his place at the same time." They both laughed softly while Maru
grunted and swore like a typical Dog, as his father fucked him harder and
harder. But too soon, he groaned loudly, swore by "Kummok's cunt," and
filled the strong young man's cunt full of his seed.

"Don't hold back, my friends," the master said to his two companions,
pulling out. "I meant it. The boy is truly a fucking whore. Do what you
want with him."

END OF PART 5

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