The Brothers of the Beasts Chapter 5

The Brothers of the Beasts

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Chapter 5
Saga of the Outlaw Brethren, Part 2

Be it known to all who oversee and manage any Dwarven plantation that no act of copulation between sentients is permitted without a license, which you may issue at your discretion. Be advised that not only does fornication risk the spawning of offspring, who are a burden upon our economy until of sufficient age to be put to work, it also creates unwanted emotional bonds, which makes our sharecroppers less tractable. You are permitted to dispense punishment for unlicensed fornication at your discretion but in the name of all that is moral and just inflict no punishment greater than gelding.

-- Circular Letter from the Commissar Rauthan

Sauzmalk's expression unsettled Owann. The Overseer wasn't angry. His eyes glittered with fascination as he gaped at the coupled brothers. The Dwarf riding the pony next to him was red with fury, though. That Dwarf was Rauthan, Sauzmalk's father and the Commissar for Human Resources of the Goldenhorn Morognon.

"What are you doing?" Rauthan bellowed.

"What's it look like we're doing?" Arik called. "We're buttfucking!"

"Filthy humans! Filthy! Filthy!" Rauthan screamed. "Ka-ka-ka copulating in the open!"

Owann felt his brother's erection melting away in his guts. They exchange looks of mutual support as the Dwarven party galloped up. The boys decoupled sloppily. Both were pale as they faced the party. Sunlight glittered on the edges of drawn daggers.

"By the gods!" roared Rauthan. "Curse your loathsome human genitals! Cover up before I throw up!"

Glumly, Owann trudged for his trousers. The only upside to this situation was the sperm he felt squishing in his guts. But Arik seized his dong, twirling it like nunchucks.

"What's wrong with my cock?"

Several of the mail-clad guards began retching. Sauzmalk's expression was hungry as he stared at Arik's big schlong. Thunder darkened Rauthan's heavy brow

"Cover up right now or I'll geld you myself!"

"Huh," snorted Arik. "You're gonna need a bigger dagger if you're gonna cut off my big dick!"

Arik had injected Owann with what felt like ten pounds of boiling slime, and his butthole was loose after accommodating that fat rod. It was a battle to keep his butthole shut ... and he lost it spectacularly. Bending over to pick up his trousers, his anus erupted, expelling long ropes of white spunk and dollops of transparent goo. When the mountains began echoing the prolonged farting, the brothers started snickering, then moved on to laughter. The obscene sight freaked out one of Rauthan's guards.

"Beware, comrades!" he warned, leaping off his pony. "The deviant is releasing some kind of amoeboid creature from his body! It is an attack on us all!"

"Oh, you retarded goatfucker!" retorted Arik. "It's just spunk." Pride puffed up his chest. "My spunk."

Rauthan managed to calm his guard before he spitted Arik on a dagger. Sauzmalk's eyes glittered as he took in the silvery treasure that had blustered from Owann's butt.

"Gotta wash this off," Owann explained as he waded into the lake.

He felt sad and dejected. He'd just lost a good part of the most precious gift Arik could give: thick sperm, seething with the seeds of life. Clad in trousers, shirt draped over one arm, hat in place, he joined Arik in front of a steaming mad Rauthan. He sought for his brother's hand and grasped it. The Commissar drew himself up.

"This is a formal inquiry," Rauthan said. "Do you understand?"

"If you mean we're in deep shit," said Owann, "we know it."

"Do you have a license to ka-ka-ka copulate?"

Smirking, Arik whipped out his dong. "Right here, little buddy. I got my license in the palm of my hand!"

"Gah!" Neurotically fluttering hands covered Rauthan's horrified eyes. "Cover it! Cover it! Nasty nasty nasty!"

Owann warned his cocky younger brother with a thump on his bicep. The blond sighed and pulled up his trousers.

"You can look now," sniggered Owann. "Evil dicky go bye-bye!"

"My son ... oh, my son," lamented Rauthan. "The sharecroppers of your Plantation ... did you know they were so depraved? So filthy? So nasty?"

As if a mask had dropped into place, Sauzmalk's hungry expression turned cagey. "I must confess, oh beloved father, I did not. Who could imagine such ... strapping young lads ... as perfect deviants? Whatever shall we do? Have you found sufficient evidence to try them for unlicensed fuh-fuh-fuh fornication?"

"Of course, I have!" barked Rauthan. "Let's get to the Plantation. We'll try them publicly!" Rauthan gestured to his guards. "Seize them! Bind them!"

"Don't forget, bro," murmured Arik, "I'm with you. Forever."

Owann, eyeing the chain-mail clad Dwarves advancing on them, said, "I swear. Brothers forever. Even if they cut off your dick."

The guards manacled the brothers and lashed them to their saddle horns with long leather tethers. The trek down to the Greengore Plantation was grim. It was when they paused high on the slope overlooking the warren of cottages, stables, barns, windmills, and the Big House, that Owann felt his first twinge of real emotional pain.

"Wonder what Ma's gonna say?" he whispered to Arik.

"Don't make me think about her."

A curious crowd gathered as the boys were paraded through the Plantation. Dozens of throats cried out: what's the game, Sauzmalk? But the Dwarves kept silent. Blushes spread across the brothers' faces as they saw friends in the following crowd. Then kin. Then family. Owann felt wobbly, like a top spinning down.

The hearing was held on the wide lawn in front of the Big House. Sauzmalk, as Overseer, sat in judgment, though Rauthan hovered at his son's elbow. The crowd fell silent as the charges were announced. Wondering looks were exchanged. Unlicensed copulation? Between brothers? Tittering and gossip ran hither and thither. A feminine sob cut through the murmurous commotion, and that familiar sound stabbed Arik and Owann with a cold, cold blade.

The proceedings were brief.

"I find no need for a defense," Sauzmalk announced, eyeing the brothers. "I saw what I saw ... and what I saw disgusted me!" He shot a look at Rauthan, who nodded. "Young Owann! Young Arik! You are first time offenders against the law controlling fuh-fuh-fuh fornication! So that you will learn well the lesson, the penalty shall be severe. Eighteen lashes! And each of you earns a demerit. Earn two more, and I will outlaw you!"

Arik was tied to a post and a Dwarf cut bright crimson stripes into his back with a fearsomely wielded whip. That sight wounded Owann worse than Ma's sobbing, for the beautiful golden skin of his brother's back should not be disfigured by one so loathsome as a Dwarf. Then came the agony of his beating.

"You humans are sick, filthy freaks!" Rauthan hissed to them after Owann was cut down from the pole. "Sick sick sick! I will never forget what perverts you are!"

No fire was kindled on the family hearth during that long, bitter evening. Ma's eyes brimmed with tears. Where did I go wrong? Was it too much love? Maybe I shouldn't have bathed you in the same tub. Pa alternated between soothing Ma and threatening the brothers. How could you do such a thing? In public? How stupid are you boys? But Pa wasn't as fierce as he made himself out to be. Long after everyone had gone to bed, a sound woke Owann. He looked out his window. Pa paced in the yard, his tears glittering in the light of the three moons.

Owann broke the chilly silence of breakfast with a promise.

"I'm sorry, Ma, Pa. It'll never happen again. It was just ... stupid kid stuff."

"Yeah," nodded Arik. "Same here."

"Oh, thank you, boys!" said Ma. "I know ... these things happen."

Across a pile of fresh-baked rolls, Owann's eyes shone at Arik's. Arik slid his bare foot across the floor until it touched his brother's. The boys smirked as they polished off breakfast. Incest is the genie that never returns to the bottle.

Sauzmalk assigned a Dwarf to work with – i.e., spy on -- the brothers. The Overseer checked in on them every day for a week, playing the wise pastor, exhorting them to control their youthful human urges. The second week, he abandoned his speechifying, simply studying them with a secretive, creepy look. Their friends wanted tales of their deed, which Owann and Arik were eager to supply in rich, lurid detail. It seemed there was much secret interest in unlicensed fornication. After two weeks, Sauzmalk reassigned his spy and the boys were permitted to work alone.

"You think it's safe to do it again?" Arik asked eagerly.

"Nah," said Owann. "Sauzmalk's a sneaky fucking midget. We gotta play cool."

One afternoon, the lads were hoeing the family bean patch. Pa had been with them, cutting bean poles to length, but he was called away to the mill. For a bit, the brothers worked on. The day was pleasant, the sunlight warm. Both had stripped off their shirts and were bathed in sweat. They had been drinking huge amounts of water all day.

Thwock! The handle of Arik's hoe, its blade buried in the soil, quivered.

"I gotta piss," he announced.

"Yeah. Me too."

Mindful of their demerit, they scanned the surrounding fields. Wouldn't want some Dwarf freaking out and screaming for Sauzmalk just because they hauled out their prongs for a pee break. They saw no one.

"Behind the shed?" Arik asked.

"Yeah."

Some years back, the boys had helped their Pa build a ramshackle shed on the edge of the field to hold the family tools. The boys trotted behind it. How safe were they? They heard the soughing wind. The creaking windmills. The breathing of the other brother, and the thudding of a galloping heart. Two pairs of arctic blue eyes met and flashed silent messages. Both boys nodded.

"Lemme hold yours," Owann breathed. "You know, while you piss."

"Yeah. Sure. Take it out."

Owann ripped open the knot of Arik's rope belt. His brother's trousers fell. Arik's rod hung low, heavy, and greasy over his balls. Owann grasped it and aimed it. Arik sighed and arched his back. His golden flow, a finger-thick fountain of urine, spattered on the soil. The afternoon sunlight, diffracted through the stream, mesmerize Owann. Arik undid Owann's belt. He shoved his naked buttock against Arik's. Nothing wrong with that, right? He had to aim, right? Owann sighed and let his flood begin. Both lads felt hot droplets splattering their calves, but their minds where on the buttcheek-to-buttcheek union of skin.

The twin floods dribbled to nothing. Golden droplets clung to their piss slits. Owann stared at the huge puddle of piss in front of them. Not even the sharp, humid pungency wafting from it could erase the raw, powerful funk emanating from Arik's armpits. The brothers' cocks swelled in their hands.

"You hear Pa?" Arik whispered.

"Nah."

"Dwarves?"

"Nah."

"Wanna?"

"If we get caught ..." Owann left the thought unfinished.

"I gotta, bro. I gotta."

"Yeah. Me too. We gotta be quick."

Trousers around their ankles, the brothers shuffled into the stifling shed. As Owann shut the door, motes of dust floated in slanting rays of light. Arik settled his butt against a workbench. He was hard. He grabbed his cock and retracted the foreskin. Curds of headcheese clotted it. He lifted an eyebrow. Owann dropped to his knees.

Owann crammed his nose into the steamy crevice between his brother's thigh and ballsack. Arik's crotch musk made him drool as if he'd scented baking bread. Tongue lapping at his brother's shaft, he worshipped Arik's potent cock like a suppliant admiring a king's scepter. Owann aimed Arik's shaft at his lips. His tongue lashed up every morsel of Arik's headcheese. The taste was pure male: sour, earthy, and royal.

"Blow me, bro!"

Owann crammed Arik's schlong into his mouth. Fuck what the Dwarves thought! He wanted to suck his kid brother's big cock. His head bounced once, twice, a third time --

"Aw fuck --- get ready – bam! Yeah!"

Arik choked Owann with his heavy wad. It was thick as gravy, slimy and hot. Owann barely got it all down. When Arik's spouting dribbled away, Owann felt as if he'd swallowed a ball of goo the size of a melon.

"Short trigger?" he asked, wiping away spit and quivering strands of spunk.

"Fuck, bro, you turned me on something fierce." Grinning, Arik chucked Owann under the chin. "Stand up. Lean back."

Owann blinked. "You're gonna do me?"

Arik hauled his brother up by his armpits and pushed him back against the workbench. Owann shuddered when Arik nuzzled his cockhead; Arik's stubble, grating over the sensitive skin, made him gasp. Owann stared at the clots of cheese spackling Arik's chin and jaw. He tensed when his kid brother grabbed his cock, skinned back the foreskin, and stared at the rolled-up curds of cheese.

"That stuff looks nasty," Arik said. "How does it taste?"

"Try it, bro!"

Arik's first swipe was tentative, but he scooped up a decent sampling anyway, for his older brother's cockhead was coated with the pale discharge. Lips working, he frowned, then his tongue darted out and slipped under the collar of foreskin. It emerged with a huge pearl of headcheese. Grinning, Arik gulped it down. His eyes roamed the pulsating veins of his brother's shaft. His palm cupped Owann's fat nuts.

"You're primed to go off, bro."

"Suck it, Arik!"

Owann shivered when his brother's lips closed on his cockhead. He'd yearned to service Arik since the blond lad entered puberty. Now the fantasy was reversed: the blond stud was paying homage to the raven-haired elder. Ecstasy wracked Owann's spine. Gripped by pleasure, he twisted, fighting to make this last. He lost. His urethra became the throat of the world's biggest volcano, and he emptied his nuts into his brother's mouth. Arik swallowed as fast as he could, but a flood of spunk gushed down his chin.

Arik grinned, his lips coated with sperm. "Bro, you shoot like a stud!" He wiped spunk off his cheek. A strand of it dangled from his finger, stretching under its weight.

"Fuck!" Owann gasped. He had eyes only for his brother's sperm-slick finger, and all he felt was sweaty heat between his buttcheeks. "Fuck me up the butt!"

"You like that, huh?"

"Best thing ever! Fuck Pa! Fuck the Dwarves! Stick your cock up my ass!"

"I will, bro. Soon!" Arik licked up the sizzling hot slime then slapped Owann's leg. "Gonna score all the tail I can off you ... until I get between Sissa's thighs! Let's get back to work before Pa catches us!"

When Pa returned, both brothers were hoeing in the bean patch as if nothing had happened. Pa didn't notice Arik's shirt buttons weren't lined up correctly, but Owann did, and he spent most of the afternoon with cold dread in his gut. They'd gotten the ball rolling again; he didn't want to lose it. After it became clear they'd pulled it off, Arik winked at Owann. It was back on between the brothers.

For a while, all they risked was blowjobs. It was easy enough finding an out of the way nook, dropping trousers, and letting one brother slobber on the other's dripping knob. Yet Owann's butthole was a howling wilderness in need of an invader, and Arik was a true younger brother, eager as a pony to cater to his older brother's needs.

A day came when they got their chores done early. They'd been planning their actions for a week. The boys raced south on horseback through the Greengore valley. Luckily for them, no one saw them ride off, for proud hardons tented their trousers and stained the fabric with the gooey evidence of their lust. They found a perfect spot, a copse of spruce trees. The slopes above it were too steep for anyone to be skulking around up there.

"Come on!" said Owann, shucking his trousers. He planted his palms against a spruce trunk, arched his back, and thrust out his butt.

"Uh, you wanna suck me first? We need my spunk to grease that up." Arik began untying his belt.

Owann's eyes blazed. "Just use spit, bro! Fuck me hard!" He moaned when his brother's trousers fell.

"Hah!" cried Arik, brandishing his teenaged prong like a sword. "Gonna put my kid up your ass, bro!"

Arik spat on one finger. Owann shivered when his brother pressed it up his hole. Suddenly, trumpets blared. The boys froze. Far above them, a great peak loomed, stark against a pure blue sky. On its face, one of the many gates into the Goldenhorn morognon brooded.

"Uh-oh!"

"Shit! Get dressed!"

Luckily, any Dwarf passing through the morognon's gates was too far away to see two young studs hastily dressing. The brothers scored a nut on the ride back, whipping out their rods, greasing up their palms with spit, and telling each other what they'd wanted to do amongst the spruces. Tremendous orgasms convulsed them, and they streaked their horses' manes with streamers of cum. This proved to be smart, for Sauzmalk intercepted them when they returned to the Plantation. The brothers faced him with glum faces, for Sauzmalk wasn't pleased.

"My taskmaster reported you absent without leave," said Sauzmalk suspiciously. "You didn't go back to the lake, I hope?"

"Oh, no," said the brothers. "We learned our lesson."

"Then where were you?" the Dwarf demanded.

"Um. Checking your fences," said Arik.

Sauzmalk stared at the blond teenager. An urgent, strange light flickered in his eyes. "Don't lie. You were fuh-fuh-fuh fornicating."

"What?" bluffed Owann. "Us? Me and me bro? No way! Look – I'll prove it. Wanna see my butthole?"

He hooked his thumbs into his trousers and spun around. Arik sniggered. Sauzmalk gagged.

"No one wants to see your nasty buh-buh-buh orifice!" Sauzmalk growled. "You boys are up to no good! I'm breaking you up! Arik, you act so sweet, but you're the troublemaker. So ... I'll put you in the stables where I can keep my eye on you! Owann! You keep reporting to my taskmaster."

Owann cried: "That's unfair! We're a team!"

"I can arrange for a lashing. How's that for fair?"

For a moment, the human sharecroppers and the angry Dwarven Overseer glowered at each other. Then Sauzmalk stormed off. Grimly, the brothers looked at each other.

"I hate Dwarves," growled Owann.

"Not as much as me, bro."

There ensued a two-day dry spell. It was agony. Even before their incest, the brothers had been constants in each other's lives. Owann, bereft of Arik, became acutely aware that an empty heart pained him more than a starving butthole. Late in the afternoon of the third day, however, Arik engineered a miracle. Owann, in the stables, was lugging his saddle to the rack.

"Psst!"

Owann looked up. A long mass of blond hair hung from the opening to the hayloft. A brilliant grin scintillated through the tangled golden locks.

"What're you up to, Arik?"

"Get up here. Get your butt up here now, bro!"

A ladder slid down. Up in the loft, he discovered his younger brother naked, his lithe young body glistening with sweat. Best of all, his long cock was primed for action, hard and dripping. Owann pulled up the ladder. Yeah. This was smart. They were almost as safe up here as they would've been in a castle with the drawbridge up. Trailing his fingers on Arik's muscled thighs, he knelt. Arik burst out laughing and hauled Owann up by his armpits.

"Not out here ... they got a ladder they can use to climb up! C'mere! I built us a hidey-hole!"

In one corner, Arik had stacked hay bales from the floor almost to the rafters. From outside, it looked solid ... but if you pulled out a cleverly positioned bale, you discovered a private little niche. That space was dim, especially when you pulled the bale back home. Another two bales lay head-to-tail. An old saddle blanket was spread across them. A bed.

It was Owann's turn to grin. "Aw, fuck yeah, bro!"

Arik slammed Owann against the stable's wall. The wooden planks thudded; wisps of hay rained down. The two brothers writhed and humped against each other. Arik's fingers undid the buttons of Owann's shirt, then he fumbled at Owann's belt. Owann's palms closed on his brother's stone-hard ass. He felt rivers of hot sweat streaming down Arik's side. As Arik wormed him out of his trousers, Owann lifted his brother's arm. Drunk on funk, he bent over and began drinking Arik's sweat. He slurped upward across Arik's deltoids.

Arik giggled. "Dude! You're tickling my pit!"

Owann's bicep bulged as he subdued Arik's giggly squirming. Worming his tongue in the sweaty morass of Arik's armpits was something Owann wasn't going to be denied. He twisted and pinned Arik against the wall. Thud! That was loud. The brothers froze, listening over their panting breath for the sound of scurrying boots downstairs. There was none of that. Owann's teeth nibbled across the broad plain of Arik's chest.

"Ow! Bro! That's my nipple!"

The soft, sweet disc stiffened as Owann chewed on it. Obeying a primeval instinct, Owann moved his attentions up. He slid his head under Arik's golden mane, entangling his sweaty black locks with Arik's. He bruised his brother's neck with his teeth. Then the brothers were eye to eye, rubbing noses, nuzzling cheeks, petting one another like puppies at play.

"Kiss?" murmured Arik.

They began kissing the way Ma had taught them, with closed mouths. Their dripping shafts dueled between their flat bellies. Owann gasped when Arik's hand cupped his ass; at that moment, inspiration fired up in Arik's mind. The younger brother's tongue darted into his brother's mouth. Their tongues entwined. Spit dripped from their lips. Contentedly, the boys moaned into each other.

"Fuck me," Owann growled.

Arik pushed Owann back onto the saddle blanket. He knelt between Owann's thighs, hooked his hands behind his brother's knees, lifting those long legs. Owann's hole, faintly kissed by a hint of dark hair, looked too tiny to ever have taken Arik's titanic shaft. It spasmed. Arik looked up at Owann.

"Tell me how this feels, bro!"

Leading with his tongue, Arik dove face-first into Owann's ass. His brother's hole was tangy, and it squirmed under his flicking tongue. Owann said nothing coherent, but Arik figured all that hooting and babbling meant Owann was getting off on it. Arik stood, hawked up a huge gob of spit, and smeared his rod. He eased forward, twirling his cockhead so his stream of precum spiraled onto Owann's quivering butthole. He pushed his fat cockhead into the sloppy socket. His hips snapped forward.

"Ow!"

Owann saw stars. Damn, if this didn't hurt! Getting buttfucked had been a hell of a lot easier up at the lake. He was trying to relax and get his breath when Arik rammed another two inches up him.

"Shit! Go easy!"

Arik, in love with being a stud, wasn't the kind of lad who went easy. He felt tremendous suction pulling him deeper into his brother's chute; he sensed Owann wanted this as much as he did. The deep, throaty oomph that exploded from Owann when the blond brother rammed forward got Arik right in the nuts. Gasping, orgasm boiled up within him, and he sent a wave of hot seed crashing up his brother's guts. He wasn't even halfway in. But Arik's stud load slicked up his brother's rectum. His long prong slid home as he spurted. His balls collided with Owann's upturned ass. The brothers, panting hard, stared at each other.

"Good for another?" Owann gasped. He began fiddling with his cock.

"Fuck, bro, I'm good for three!"

Arik's hips churned. Owann growled. They went at it for an hour, only stopping when the Plantation bells tolled dinner. Most of the time Arik was on top. Owann liked it that way, though sometimes Arik pulled out, flipped him over, and rammed him from behind like an animal. Arik delivered his promised three nutloads of stud spunk, though Owann had to help out with the final one. Poor Arik, exhausted, simply couldn't pump anymore, but his long hardon still throbbed in Owann's slimy chute. Arik stretched out on the hay bales and Owann rode him. The brothers blasted off simultaneously. Owann doused Arik's sweaty chest, face, and hair with his second load while Arik filled his rectum to overflowing. When Owann stood, his butthole gaped, and he doused Arik's steaming groin with about three cups of silvery jism thick as mud.

Laughing, the boys cleaned up as best they could with the saddle blanket. They dressed and scampered home. For the first time since beginning their incest, Arik and Owann were sexually satisfied. Both boys thought the soft pheeping Owann emitted all through dinner outrageously funny.

All spring long, Arik pounded Owann's ass. The fuck nest was perfect. Since they hooked up only late in the day, after chores were done, the stables tended to be empty. This led to carelessness.

Owann was flat on his back on the hay bales, legs spread, his sculpted chest dripping with huge puddles of his spunk. He heard an odd scraping sound as if something was being dragged across the floor downstairs. Too blissed-out to think clearly, he ignored it. His stud younger brother, like a racehorse going for the prize, was working hard for yet another nut. Owann's awareness, concentrated on his ecstatic butthole, barely registered the repetition – a much closer occurrence -- of that scraping sound.

"I knew it! I knew it! Stop that filthy fornication right now, you sick human piglets!"

Beady Dwarven eyes glared at the coupled brothers from the gap made by a withdrawn hay bale. There was no denying what they were up to. Sculpted butt raised high, back poised for his next thrust, Arik's half-exposed shaft throbbed in his brother's cum-drooling butthole. The brothers' eyes met.

"Make it count," Owann gasped.

Arik glared back at the Dwarf. "Do you mind? I'm trying to get a nut!" His hips snapped forward. Goo burbled lewdly from his brother's butthole as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Ga – ga – gagh!" The Dwarf spat green bile. "Stop it – stop it! If you don't stop, I'll run you through with my sword!"

"I wanna get my ass bred!" Owann bellowed, "Fuck off, Dwarf!"

The beady eyes vanished. Arik pounded on. Their taut bodies urged each other towards orgasm even as shouts rang out and booted feet pounded downstairs. The wall of hay bales was torn down around them. Their betrayer had returned with friends. Gloved Dwarven hands seized Arik's coltish hips and hauled him off. As his fat teenaged cock squelched free of his brother's asshole, his spurting semen painted Owann's chest.

"Whatever happens, Arik ... it was worth it -- mmph!" A Dwarven hand stifled Owann's words.

The naked brothers – pungent with rut, dripping testosterone-rich sweat, supple bodies slathered with sperm – triggered projectile barfing in two of their captors. Surrounded by a ring of angry, jabbering Dwarves, Owann and Arik were hauled in front of Sauzmalk. The pale Overseer looked the naked teens up and down as if sizing up meat. His long silence was ominous. He fidgeted with his crimson beard. A tremulous tongue licked his dry lips.

"In my stables." Sauzmalk shook his head. "Doing it like animals ... in my own barn!"

Arik thumped his chest. "Hey. I do what I got to do."

"No unlicensed fornication!" Sauzmalk bellowed. "That's our ancient law."

"Dumbest. Law. Ever!" barked Owann. A gooey noise bubbled between his asscheeks, and a river of semen flowed down the back of his thigh. A Dwarven guard gasped and keeled over in a cold faint. Owann smirked at Sauzmalk.

A deep blush colored the Overseer's face. Sauzmalk's gaze flicked away from the silvery puddle spreading around Owann's foot. It fixed on Arik's big dong, hanging slack over taut teenaged nuts but twitching as if eager to get back into action. The Dwarf's breathing accelerated. A terrible explosion seemed imminent.

"No lashes," Sauzmalk said thickly. "Second demerits, both of you. One more time ... and you are outlaws. Understand?"

Neither brother said a word. Owann farted out another half cup of Arik's sperm. The lads snickered.

"Get them out of my sight," said Sauzmalk.

No hint of the brotherly buttsex – or the demerits -- leaked to the human sharecroppers. This mystified the brothers. Why beat them and humiliate them publicly for the first offense ... then let this second one pass without punishment? Without comment? At least they didn't have to face Pa's glares and Ma's tears this time around.

"Sauzmalk's one weird little fucker," Owann warned Arik quietly just before bed. "We gotta be careful."

Next morning, the taskmaster sent Owann to ride herd on the Plantation's cattle. Arik was reassigned to an isolated piggery.

The piggery stank worse than a sweaty Dwarf. Nevertheless, Arik was upbeat as he pitched hay into the sows' sty. He'd achieved his dream: he was a stud, pouring forth rivers of spunk. Sure, he'd rather be voiding his nuts into Sissa's well-imagined cooze – or Ma's – but Owann's butthole was a great substitute, and his older brother had always been cool to hang around with.

Thinking of Owann focused Arik's mind on finding a place where they could resume their buttsex. Arik was pretty sure if he put his mind to it, he could come up with a place no Dwarf would ever think of checking. Visions of Owann's streamlined ass dancing in his head, Arik began whistling cheerfully. His hard cock tented his cheap trousers.

The piggery door creaked open. Sunlight silhouetted a stubby figure. Sauzmalk studied Arik's broad, sweaty back. Never had any human seen Sauzmalk so bizarrely gussied up. Dwarves, dwellers in the sunless deeps, are pallid as cheap wax. But this morning, Sauzmalk had applied a bronze-colored powder to his face. In normal circumstances, the Overseer's lips resembled a pair of pale, squirming leeches. Today, they were crimson with lipstick. Garish fans of eyeshadow submerged his beady black eyes; was this an attempt to imitate the radiant loveliness of Arik's arctic purity?

Sauzmalk pulled up the hem of his silken kilt and minced into the piggery. His gaze fixated on that spectacular teen body. Shaggy golden hair tumbled between Arik's shoulder blades. The young stud's hard butt was outlined in his sweaty trousers. Arik was living art, an amber lens through which a light, shining from a hidden, inner sun, was refracted into the Dwarf's meaningless, mechanized world. Longing – and possessive lust -- haunted his face.

"Arik?"

Mid-pitch, Arik froze. He didn't turn. Getting caught by Sauzmalk with a hardon would without a doubt earn him a third demerit. Over his shoulder, he drawled insouciantly, "Yeah?"

Sauzmalk's eyelids fluttered bashfully. "You – you look – you look nice."

Arik's head turned. His eyes widened as he took in Sauzmalk's outlandish appearance. He couldn't say a thing, lest he burst out laughing.

Sauzmalk stammered: "Y—you – ha-ha has anyone ever said – y—you have a, a very nice puh-puh-puh penis."

The blond teen smirked. "Oh. Now I get it."

Slowly, Arik turned. The boy's brazen tent came into view. The Overseer was rapturous. Arik rammed the pitchfork tines into the floor and studied Sauzmalk. Arik's expression was arrogant.

"It's not a puh-puh-puh penis," he mocked. "It's a motherfucking cock, dude!" Pride rang in his words. "Penis? What a pansy-assed Dwarf word! Men call this a dick. Or a dong. Or a prong. Or a schlong. We've got a billion names for it. I'm thinking of calling mine thrilling thunder zucchini of doom. What do you think, boss?"

Spasms had been scurrying up and down Sauzmalk's spine since he laid eyes on that forbidden piece of alien meat. "That-that-that-that sounds nice. Do you ... I mean ... how often do you – and your brother! -- get deviant with your puh-puh-puh – I mean, your zucchinis?"

"Day in, day out," Arik replied, smug as fuck. "You Dwarves aren't as clever as you think, you know."

"Hah-hah-hah-have you ever thought about getting ..." Sauzmalk batted his eyes. "Deviant with a Dwarf?"

Sauzmalk lifted his kilt above his belt. Arik stared at the Dwarf's bizarre anatomy. Something resembling a garlic bulb clung to Sauzmalk's paunch at the junction of the Dwarf's maggot-colored thighs. For whatever reason, Arik imagined fingers, curled back so the tips were against the palm. The exposed bulb squirmed.

"Uh ...." For once, the smart-assed teen was at a loss for words.

"Oh, Arik! You muh-muh-make me so excited!"

Like squid seizing prey, the bulb exploded into a frenzied fan of dripping, whipping tentacles. Oozing suckers lined them. An inflamed sphincter -- the texture of a dog's lips -- glistened at the center of the bud.

"It'll be fun," Sauzmalk crooned. His tentacle-penis writhed and knotted, clenched and unclenched as if ... milking. "Put your penis into mine ... and call me ... brother!"

The mere suggestion that the oozing, octoploid penis could wank his proud shaft made Arik retch. What that one long tentacle, wriggling like a decapitated garter snake, might do made his butthole clench. His cock shriveled and it clung to his muscular thigh as if seeking protection from the horror in the piggery.

Looking devastated, Sauzmalk dropped his kilt, whirled, and staggered out.

"Well," Arik sighed, stabbing a pile of hay with his pitchfork. "I'm gonna pay for that."

Payment was exacted an hour later. Dwarven guards haled him before Sauzmalk, now scrubbed clean of makeup. The Dwarf opened an ornate scroll and read in a stern, judicial manner.

"To all and singular to whom these presents shall come, greetings and felicitations. Be it known that I, Sauzmalk, son of the Commissar Rauthan, Overseer of the Greengore Plantation, having seen much with mine own eyes, attest that the human called Arik of Greengore Plantation has committed a third act of unlicensed fornication. And I do attest that these acts are aggravated by deeds of gross deviancy, perversion, filth, and depravity. In accord with the august and esteemed law of the Morognon of the Goldenhorn, I deny anyone in the employ of said morognon to lend the said Arik fire, food, water, or shelter from now until the day he dies. As I have said it, let it be thus."

"You lying midget shithole!" Arik yelled. "I reckoned you'd pull something like this."

Blood darkened Sauzmalk's face. "Get that pervert off my plantation!"

Toting cudgels, guards advanced on Arik.

"You guys know your boss likes to dress up like a human?" Arik mocked. "You guys know your boss wants to be deviant like us humans – ow! You little goatfucker – ow!"

Arik wiped the blood from his lips. The cudgel blows had only been warnings. Guards prodded Arik with spears during the frogmarch from the Big House to the gates. There, confronted by reality, he dug in his boots. The wide lands of the Saurian Steppes shimmered like green fog beyond the foothills. They were doing it. These midget motherfuckers were really outlawing him!

The sergeant of the guards broke his spear on Arik's hard ass. The others shoved him through the gate.

"If I find you ever again on this Plantation," hissed the sergeant, "I'll slit your gonads myself! Slurring an eminent Dwarf like Sauzmalk! That's outrageous, you filthy human pig!"

Overcome by shock, tears streamed down Arik's face as he trudged down the track towards the foothills. A hundred paces along, he turned.

"Owann! Owann!"

There was no pity in the echoes, only mockery. Arik was alone.

The incestuous acts of
The Brothers of the Beasts
will be further elaborated in
Chapter 6
"Saga of the Outlaw Brethren, Part 3"