Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2008 17:31:58 -0400 From: sex sorcerer Subject: Abarj's Revenge/Part 4/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! *** * * * The carriage ride to the palace was always, at best, a slow ride. Today it was painfully slow. The main road leading to the palace was filled with an unusual amount of peasants and merchants, Lord Farien noticed. "Zalk, what is taking so long today," he asked his newly found page. The boy was actually Lord Harken's eldest son. He agreed to take him as a show of unity. Lord Harkon had been embarrassed to send the child off to become another Lord's page. Apparently young Zalk wasn't very good at being a swordsman, or sportsman for that matter. Normally he'd be responsible for teaching those things, but since Zalk wasn't very good at them, and showed no interest in learning, he had simply become more of a servant. Farien was more than satisfied with the arrangement. "M'lord today is quarter day," he replied. He almost winced. He should have known that. But he hadn't really been keeping track of the days lately. His mind was on something far more important '96 the Kingship. He closed the curtain to the carriage, shutting out most of light and leaned back. It had been nearly three months since his meeting with Abarj and things were progressing. Not nearly as quickly as Lord Farien wanted, but it would never be quick enough. He should have already been King. Abarj was proving to be an invaluable source of information and now he was cultivating his ties with the High Lords once again. Lord Farien had one High Lord's support. Unfortunately, it was from the weakest and most unstable of the High Lord houses. But if it hadn't been for Abarj he wouldn't have known High Lord Harkon's predicament. Apparently Harkon had secretly supported the King's opposition and apparently lost most his fortune doing so. Now the High Lord was almost bankrupt and possibly in danger of losing his status as a High Lord. So when Lord Farien approached him and hinted about a change of leadership, he had been quick to take the bait. In terms of armies and fortunes Harkon had nothing to offer, but his status was worth the promises he had to make. And if overthrowing the King came to battle, free access to Harkon's lands would prove to be invaluable. So he thought one down, many, many more to go. Abarj has been promising for several weeks that a handful of High Lords and a slew of minor lords were ready to swear allegiance to him. Of course Abarj could be blowing smoke. Then again he did put Gnefirti on the throne so anything was possible. Just the thought of becoming King made his dick hard. But unfortunately he didn't have time to visit the brothel. He'd have to take care of it now. "Zalk, turn away," he commanded. Zalk did not hesitate and did as he was told. Lord Farien reached down and untied his trousers. He slipped them down just enough to allow his cock to pop out. He closed his eyes and imagined himself fucking one of his whores while he stroked his manhood. Just as he was about to shoot his load he opened his eyes and caught Zalk staring at him. He stopped stroking. Zalk quickly turned his head away. "I'm sorry m'lord...I," he said stopping to clear his throat. "I've never seen one so big." Lord Farien chuckled. "Don't worry boy yours will get bigger as you get older." "What...what are you doing to it?" Zalk asked. "You've never done this to yourself?" Lord Farien asked incredulously. "No m'lord, I haven't," Zalk answered with a much lowered voice. " I see. It's something all men do," he said but continued when Zalk still had a quizzical look on his face. "It feels good." Zalk simply nodded his head. "Do you want me to teach you?" Zalk sat up straighter and his face immediately brightened. "Yes m'lord, please do. I want to learn how to be a man," Zalk said. "Well then why don't you come over here and sit next to me. If I can't show you how to wield a sword at least I'll show you how to wield the one between your legs," Lord Farien said laughing. Zalk did as he was told and slowly moved himself from the other side of the carriage and sat next to the Lord. "Now go ahead you can touch my manhood," Lord Farien said. "Feel it all over." Zalk placed his boyish hand on the Lord's cock. He ran his fingers up and down the shaft and squeezed his balls. "M'lord it's so big," Zalk whispered. "Well then it'll be easier to practice on, now won't it." "Yes m'lord," Zalk replied his eyes wide open with an amazed look on his face. "Now just grip my dick like you would a sword." "Like this m'lord," Zalk said as he wrapped his hand around Lord Farien's cock. "Very good...you're a quick learner. Now just keep squeezing it. Oh yeah there you go, just like that." "M'Lord am I doing a good job," Zalk asked hesitantly. "Oh yes boy, it feels good...your lord is very pleased. Now take your hand and start moving it up and down." Zalk immediately complied. "Like this m'lord." Lord Farien smiled, nodded and let out a soft moan. Zalk quickened his pace. Lord Farien moaned louder. Zalk pumped harder and faster. Lord Farien moaned louder. "Oh yes boy, that feels good...keep going," he moaned. It didn't take long for Lord Farien's heart to start racing again and his breathing to become ragged. As he leaned back he allowed himself to moan and enjoy the boys hand around his big cock. He hadn't had another man touch his cock since he was a child. Back then all his friends would play with his monster '96 as one of them called it. That was, of course, before he'd been introduced to girls. Zalk stroked the Lord's cock hard and fast, jerking it wildly. Pre-cum was now steadily leaking from the tip of his penis '96 flowing down the sides and lubing up Zalk's hand. As Zalk got lubed up his hand began to glide over the Lord's cock. "Oh yes boy, that's good. That's very good," Lord Farien breathlessly said. Then he announced. "I'm getting close." Zalk kept silent instead intent on stroking the big cock. Suddenly Lord Farien knew it was time to let go. His leg muscles tightened up. His cock started to pulsate. He arched his back. "Bloody hell here it comes," Lord Farien announced as the first shot raced from his penis. It hit him square in the face. Zalk did not miss a beat, however, and continued to pump the juice out of the Lord's manhood. The second shot sprayed all over Zalk's face and shirt. The third shot hit the Lord right underneath his chin. The fourth shot more or less flowed out in a steady stream completely coating Zalk's hand. And then it was done Zalk removed his hand and asked "did I do a good job?" "Yes, yes you did a good job," he answered. "I hope I taught you something. Now when you get back to your room you can have the rest of the day to practice on yourself." "Oh yes m'lord I will." Lord Farien took out his handkerchief and began to clean himself off and so he did not notice when Zalk, rather than immediately doing the same, licked some of the Lord's salty cream off of his drenched fingers and smiled. pardtx720tx1440tx2160tx2880tx3600tx4320tx5040tx5760tx6480tx7200tx7920tx8640qcpardirnatural b cf0 * * * b0 pardtx720tx1440tx2160tx2880tx3600tx4320tx5040tx5760tx6480tx7200tx7920tx8640qlqnaturalpardirnatural cf0 Abarj left the King's chambers wiping the salty juice off of his lips. Thankfully the King had been quick this evening. Abarj had other business to attend to, such as removing the King and freeing himself from this nightmare. He was meeting with five of the High Lords, the same High Lords he had convinced to overthrow the previous King. This time was proving to be more difficult. Not because the High Lords wanted rid of the King, oh they did. But the bone of contention was who would replace him. Last time he had hinted that Gnefirti would be nothing more than their puppet. That didn't turn out to be quite the case, and now they were being very cautious and their suspicions were heightened. There were two High Lords that had been exiled that he had also made contact with. Those two were two of the smarter ones. They both held lands and estates in foreign lands, which meant they still held power. A few promises of their former glory and they were immediately on board. Abarj traveled through the palace halls until he reached the west wing where the High Lords usually stayed when they visited the city. One quick knock followed by two long ones. Wait. The door swung open and he quickly entered. "Good evening Lords," he said. "What took you so long," grumbled High Lord Fraker. "I apologize," Abarj said. The High Lords didn't look pleased. They didn't like having to wait '96 on anybody. The meeting progressed well. The High Lords argued among themselves about who should take the throne. Each time a name thrown out it was attacked by the other four until it was discarded. The High Lords would never agree on another High Lord. Abarj would just have to be patient. Each time they asked his advice he threw out another High Lord's name and then they would argue some more. Eventually he would throw out Lord Farien's name. But not yet, it was too soon. Finally Abarj rose and said that perhaps everyone should sleep on it. The High Lords agreed. And then each of them downed a couple of cups of ale. Eventually they were all roaring with laughter. High Lord Hykselm got up and announced it was time to head back to his room. As he walked past Abarj he stumbled but righted himself before he fell. As he did so whispered "come to my room." Finally, Abarj thought to himself, the first of the five was his. He smiled to himself. Abarj waited until another High Lord excused himself and then announced that he must leave as well. As he walked out he traveled deeper in to the west wing until he found Hykselm's room. Hykselm had always been the most agreeable of the five. When he reached the correct room he followed the same procedure. One quick knock followed by two long ones. Wait. He heard the High Lord say "come in." Abarj walked in and found the High Lord sitting on his bed in nothing but his undershorts. He had one foot on his bed and was vigorously rubbing it. He had never seen the bald High Lord like this before. And he was surprised. The man was old but without his clothes on he certainly didn't look like it. Every muscle seemed as if it was chiseled from stone. Yes he looked much younger without his clothes. His wife must be a very happy lady, he thought. "Is everything alright High Lord," Abarj asked? "Another cramp, Abarj, they come with age," he said laughing. "Yes well, I'm sure they do," he laughed back. "I wouldn't know of such things." "You spend a lot of time with the King," he asked? The question threw him off but he answered truthfully "yes." "Why?" "He must like my company," Abarj laughed again. "That's not what the rumors say Abarj," High Lord Hykselm said. "Some even claim that you're his royal whore." Abarj felt his face flushing red. He calmed himself, but just as Lord Farien didn't need an answer, High Lord Hykselm didn't either. He could see the truth. Hykselm stood up and walked over to Abarj and grabbed his robes. "Tell me why I should listen to a whore Abarj, even a royal whore?" Abarj's heart was no longer beating '96 it was pumping. He hadn't expected this onslaught and was simply at a loss for words. "Hykselm, what is this about?" He smiled. "I've always dreamed about being King you know. What it would feel like. What it would entail. I think that tonight I'm going to enjoy a little taste of what it's like to be King. How does that sound whore." Abarj's eyes narrowed. It was one thing for the King to do what he did. It was quite another for a High Lord to do so. "I don't think that would be wise High Lord. Now release me." The High Lord simply laughed. "Abarj, I may be old but I still have enough strength left in me to snap your neck. Now you'll do as I say and no one has to know." Abarj suddenly felt threatened. The High Lord was serious. There was no getting out of it. "Your wife, High Lord, please think of her," Abarj whimpered. "Oh she's a long long way from here Abarj. In fact I have feeling she's probably fucking some young stallion as I stand here. You know she's quite a bit younger than I. Why bed an old man when she can have any young treat she wants? Now grab it." Abarj did as he was told, there was no use resisting. He grabbed Hykselm's soft cock through his undershorts and rolled it around in his hand until it started stiffening up. He didn't look away from from Hykselm's piercing dark eyes. He hoped when Hykselm realized what he was allowing another man to do to him he would stop it. But that didn't seem to be happening. The cock was completely hard now. He continued to play with it. He felt Hykselm's grip on his robes loosen up. He could tell the High Lord was enjoying it. "Can I suck it High Lord?" asked Abarj. He knew that was the next step so Abarj decided to move the process along. Just masturbation was too much to hope for. "Go ahead my little royal whore." Abarj fell to his knees, and slid Hykselm's undershorts to the ground. He may be old, Abarj thought, but his cock certainly had the vigor of a young stallion. It wasn't particularly thick but it was very long. Longer than the King's but not nearly as thick, he thought, as he readied himself for the blowjob. Hykselm was completely hairless Abarj suddenly realized. Not just on his head but he didn't have any hair anywhere. No armpit hair, no pubic hair, not a single strand anywhere. No wonder he looked so young '96 hairless just like a young boy. But being so old and hairless made Hykselm seem very exotic. "You've had plenty of time to look at it Abarj. I think it's time to do a little more," Hykselm sternly said. Abarj grabbed the cock with one hand and guided it in to his mouth. Hykselm moaned as soon as Abarj's mouth closed around his cock. =Inch by inch he took the hard dick in to his mouth. "That feels good, whore. Really good," he said. "I never thought a man's mouth could feel like this." Abarj didn't respond. He only sucked harder and faster. And with his hand jerked Hykselm's cock hoping it would speed up the process. "You like sucking your King's cock don't you, you royal whore." With that comment Abarj suddenly realized how obsessed Hykselm really was with the throne. So he wanted to play King did he, Abarj thought. Abarj removed his mouth and said "Yes your majesty, it's an honor to suck your cock." Hykselm groaned when Abarj referred to him as "your majesty." Then he grabbed the back of Abarj's head and pushed his cock all the way down his throat. "Take it all my royal whore." Abarj's first instinct was to gag, but he'd taken the King's cock enough times to know how to adapt. Abarj hoped Hykselm was getting close but as soon as that thought raced through his mind Hykselm withdrew. He turned away from Abarj and walked to the bed where he sat down. Abarj unsure of what to do stayed there. Hykselm slightly leaned back and started stroking himself. "You want my cock," Hykselm asked? "Yes...your majesty." "If you want it that bad you're going to have to beg for it." "Please," Abarj whimpered as best he could. "Please give me your cock, your majesty. Please I want it so bad...I need it." "Not good enough," Hykselm spat. Abarj suddenly realized this could go on all night. "PLEASE," Abarj said but it came as a wail. "Please give it to me. Please your majesty feed me your wonderful cock." Over and over again Abarj repeated different variations of begging for Hykselm's cock. In fact he begged so much he realized he really did want that cock. He wanted it so bad. He didn't know if his mind was simply playing a trick on him or if he just wanted to this experience to end as quickly as possible. Finally Hykselm said: "Come and get it then. I think you've earned it, you royal whore." Abarj jumped to his feet and rushed over to the bed, nearly tripping along the way. His mouth was watering, actually watering, he thought in wonder. But he didn't have time to dwell on it because moments later Abarj was sucking on Hykselm's cock in such a way the real King had never enjoyed. Hykselm leaned all the way back while Abarj worked the cock. "Abarj," Hykselm said softly. "Yes," Abarj said taking his mouth off of Hykselm's cock. "Does the King ever fuck you?" "Sometimes," Abarj said without thinking about what he was saying. He immediately regretted it. Hykselm smiled at the answer. "Then so shall I," Hykselm said smiling even wider. "Get up." Abarj climbed on to the bed without resisting. There was no point. He removed his robes and lay on his back waiting for the inevitable. Hykselm growled. "On your stomach you whore. You're not my wife and I won't fuck you like her," he spat. Abarj flipped over. And within seconds a panting Hykselm was on top of him spreading his ass cheeks a part. "Is the royal whore ready?" "Yes your highness." Hykselm growled again and took Abarj's ass by force. He shoved his long thin cock in to his glory hole. Abarj grunted and bit down on the bed sheets. He refused to cry out. Hykselm on the other hand groaned in obvious pleasure as his cock sunk deeper in to Abarj's pit. It didn't take long before Hykselm was sliding in and out of Abarj. And with each inward thrust Abarj grunted and bit down harder. "Do you like it you whore?" Abarj had to let go of the bed sheets to answer. "Yes your majesty." "Then beg for it." "Please..." Abarj began to quiver, "please fuck me your majesty. Fuck me hard and fast and deep...please, please, please." He repeated his begging over and over again. And as he did Hykselm gained momentum. The more Abarj begged the harder he got fucked. But he knew that unless he begged Hykselm wasn't going to let loose anytime soon. Abarj refused to enjoy the pounding. He knew it could feel good. When the King was inside of him it had felt good. But Hykselm was not the King, nor would he ever be. He was an obsessed impostor and therefore Abarj refused to let himself feel the pleasure. Hykselm of course would never know, but Abarj knew, and that's what counted. Abarj allowed his quiet begging to become a howling pleading. It worked. It was driving Hykselm over the top. Hykselm bent down and grabbed a mouthful of flesh from the top of Abarj's right shoulder. And he bit down. Hard. Abarj screamed out in pain as blood trickled from the wound. And then Hykselm released the flesh and screamed himself as he began to cum inside of Abarj's now raw ass. Abarj felt the warm juice fill him up. Abarj's salvia that had coated Hykselm's cock had dried up by then and so the newfound creamy liquid soothed his ass. Hykselm slumped down on top of Abarj and then pushed himself off and rolled over. "Does the King allow you get off?" Abarj hesitated, then said "yes" even though it was a lie. The King rarely allowed Abarj to get himself off. "How?" Abarj hesitated again and said "he sucks me off every time." "Roll over," Hykselm growled again. Abarj obliged. Hykselm hopped in between Abarj's legs and pushed them far a part. He took Abarj's cock in his mouth and sucked on it just like Abarj had done. "Oh your majesty, it feels so good. Thank you, thank you," he said. The more Abarj spoke the faster Hykselm's sucking became. Abarj had been sucked off only once since the disaster of Sarsansy. And that was by the King, but the King had been far more timid and gentle in his approach. His raw ass soon became a distant memory as his cock was being sucked. His eyes fluttered and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. "I...I'm going to cum your majesty, oh your highness," he screamed. Hykselm did not remove his mouth. He only sucked harder until Abarj shot a load full of his sweet juice down Hykselm's throat. Hykselm removed his mouth, made a gulping sound, then turned his head and spit the remaining fluid out. "You can leave now Abarj." Hykselm said. "I'll expect you again tomorrow night." Abarj wanted to scream, but instead said nothing. Just a few more months of planning he thought. "And Abarj who are you planning to install on the throne? I've had enough games, and watching the High Lords bicker among themselves is exhausting. Tell me now and I'll help hasten the process. Everyone knows Gnefirti is a fool. We all knew he wasn't experienced enough to take the throne, but our consolation prize was supposed to be that he would be our puppet." "Lord Farien," Abarj sighed. There was no use pretending any longer. "I see," Hykselm said. "Well I guess he's as good as a candidate as any. The High Lords will come to accept him before one of their own. At least he's experienced enough to keep Marzana stable and strong." And with that Abarj was dismissed. * * * ...to be continued... I hope you all enjoyed Part 4, Part 5 will be coming soon! 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