Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1999 01:37:39 EST
From: Nesrie@aol.com
Subject: Titos' Adventures: Life as a Warlord

	Warning: This story contains adult material for adults only and
includes male/male sex. 

	Titos' Adventures: Life as a Warlord
	By Paladin <nesrie@aol.com>
	http://members.aol.com/nesrie/index.html

	Titos gazed at the battle field with hungry eyes. They out numbered
the enemy nearly 10 to 1 but even so, his orcish warriors were little match
for the human fighters that lined the other side of the grassy field.
Brandishing his serrated sword and maneuvering his black steed up in front
of his troops, he let out a war cry that would have woke the dead had they
not already walked the earth.

	The orcish warriors, dressed in the skull covered black tattered
armor complete with blood red shields, charged the fields in waves...
charging straight for the men dressed in well kept chain-mail while
wielding sharp swords and bows, some were even mounted themselves. His dark
eyes scanned the field watching his troops fall under bloody blades and
piercing arrows. He stood in the back not out of fear or even really
necessity but to remain alive long enough for the reinforcements to
arrive. There was no need for him to risk dying just yet.

	The battle went on for hours, and nearly half his troops lie dead
in the battlefield while only a handful of theirs had unseeing eyes. Then,
as the sun slowly sank and a purplish hue covered the land, the sign of
fire could be seen in the distance. Large orange flames that kissed the
clouds soared lower and nearer to the men down below. Shouts rang out as
the scaly winged beast descended upon them belching its fury and scorching
all those who were unfortunate to stand in its path. The clicking sound of
animated bones and their mounts overwhelmed the ears shortly thereafter.
Grinning broadly, Titos entered the battle. Charging into the fray with a
fury that few had seen. The large dark haired warrior wearing only a scarce
amount of armor plowed through all those who would dare challenge him. His
blade glistened with the vitality of his enemies, and he felt an old glory
retake him... the battle would be theirs.

	Darkness took the land with little mercy. The campfires of the
surviving troops dotted the valley and the drunken voices of orcs filled
the air with horrific laughter. Titos smiled slightly. Having taken care of
his mount and weapons he could now allow himself the pleasures of victory.
Taking a swig of good dwarven rum that they had acquired at a nearby
village, he ventured through the camp in search of a little fun. Maybe a
wrestling match or better yet a clash of steel. Maybe... his thoughts broke
off as he heard shouts coming from a distant hill. Shrugging he climbed in
that direction wondering what it could be. The dragon had retired awhile
ago and so too had the dead ceased to move. He rounded a patch of trees to
behold four of his more powerful green orcs surrounding one lone figure
dressed in the garbs of the men they had conquered today.

	"Halt," Titos commanded as he noticed the man staggered a bit.

	The orcs glared at him angrily but backed away in fear and then
fully retreated back to the camp below. The man then turned to face him
concealed by light armor and helm. He held his sword in a clumsy fashion
and looked even encumbered by his own armor. Titos grinned, this could be
fun.

	He advanced on the lone figure quickly and easily disarmed him with
one skillful twirl of his serrated sword. The man retreated several feet,
clearly unsure of what to do next.

	"Run... and I'll kill you." Titos promised lowly.

	"To what end shall this come to if not death?" he asked quietly.
		
	Titos paused, that voice it seemed... odd, male but odd. "Remove
the armor."

	The man paused and then complied slowly. His motions seemed rather
graceful and well thought out for a man alone in his enemies' territory.
The armor was removed eventually and revealed a smaller figure but a
muscular one.

	"Now the helm." Titos spoke through clenched teeth as he tried to
hide his growing excitement. The man seemed to hesitate at that so Titos
approached quickly ripping the helm away fiercely. He gasped aloud at what
he beheld, a beautifully portioned young face... long flowing honey-wheat
hair and gorgeous deep purple eyes... ancient eyes. Elven eyes.

	The elf gazed at him, his chin held stubbornly and his eyes defying
him.

	Titos laughed loudly first at himself and then at his captive. "Now
isn't this a pretty little surprise."

	The elf glowered at him, "My name is..."

	Titos raised a hand and cut him off shortly with a dark voice.
"Aye... Prince Ryn if I recall right."

	The elf seemed startled at his enemy knowing not only his name but
his title. He spoke hesitantly, "Mountains of gold and seas of gems may
indeed be yours for my safe and unharmed return. I assure you that no
harm..."

	Titos laughed even louder at this. "Ah yes, and where must I go for
such a treasure? Past the many un-conquered lands of the king and then
through the forest of his elven allies... I think not."

	The prince backed away slightly worried. "Then what...?"

	Titos approached him with amazing speed grabbing a hold of his
luxurious, long hair and pulling it back sharply to gaze into those
wonderful eyes.

	The elf winced slightly but said nothing.

	The warrior smiled down at him with a smile he had used to unnerve
his most malicious opponents. Titos slashed away the remainder of the elf's
clothing. "You are in a camp of orcs that would sooner tear your throat out
then let you take another breath. Why are you here and speak quickly?"

	Ryn gulped. "Bearing a message. I came bearing a message to the
king and intercepted the army at hand. They clothed me in these garments to
conceal my presence from the spy... your army approached much sooner than
expected..."

	Titos smile broadened. "These clothes you are not accustomed to?"

	Ryn blinked slightly surprised at such a question. "Yes... I have
entered battle before but in much lighter garments."

	"Silk?"

	Ryn nodded.

	"You're naked before me. Do you realize that?."

	The elf blushed slightly. "Yes. My being unclothed has no
bearing..."

	He trailed off as Titos' large strong hand glided down his throat
and to his hairless chest. There he lightly pulled and pinched the delicate
nipples till they hardened to little tips. Ryn gasped slightly looking up
at him alarmed. Titos ignored the look completely and instead was intent on
the hardon that the elf had begun to show.

	"Like that?" The warrior asked lowly.

	Ryn shook his head but could not say the word.

	Titos moved his hand over the taught abdomen and stopped just short
of the blonde hairs below. The elf's dick became completely hard in
moments. Titos released the hair, stopping to smell the light fragrance of
the silky mane first. He lowered his captive to the ground in one quick but
gentle motion. The elf provided little resistance. He spread the prince's
legs slowly and bent down to take his balls in his mouth. He licked them
lightly, relishing the shudders and moan of pleasure that he drew with the
slightest motion. Then Titos slowly ran his tongue up the beautiful shaft
and then took the head into his mouth sucking away fiercely. He let his
eyes gaze up to Ryn's face... smiling slightly when he realized that the
elf fought to control himself. He took more of the hard flesh in his mouth
and soon had it down his throat. He used his muscles to massage the entire
length. That broke the control for the elf thrust his hips forward grabbing
onto the dark curls. Titos continued until finally the honey sweet nectar
spew into his mouth... he swallowed it all without missing a drop. Titos
then withdrew, pulling Ryn forward so that he was on his knees. With
trembling hands, Ryn removed the muscular warrior's clothing and gazed upon
the scarred beauty of a war hero.

	Titos stood slowly and moved closer bringing his crotch just inches
from Ryn's beautifully formed mouth. He waited with immense control...
knowing that in time he would get what he wanted. He was right. Ryn tasted
his massive man-flesh slowly. The hesitant tongue explored him delicately
in such away that it took every muscle in his body to keep from thrusting
forward. The elf's hands came slowly took each ball-sac in his hands and
squeezed them slightly. This caused Titos to growl lowly, not a growl of
anger but one of lust. The hands dropped quickly so Titos petted the
prince's head in reassurance. By the gods, Titos exclaimed inside, he
wanted him now. He withdrew from the caress of Ryn and leaned down to pull
the elf up. He looked in the ancient yet youthful purple eyes briefly and
then kissed him fiercely. Ryn gasped into his mouth as he tasted male seed
for the first time... his. Titos embraced him and pulled him closer
grinding his naked crotch against the other's. Ryn gazed into his dark eyes
in surprise, but Titos would not give him a moment to think. Already Ryn
had regained his full excitement. Reluctantly pulling away, Titos turned
the elf around so that he had his back to him... more importantly his
buttocks. Ryn gasped aloud as he realized what was happening and began to
struggle, but Titos held him in place with his powerful arms. His dick
found the warm entrance and slowly began to enter.

	"Relax," He breathed into Ryn's ear.

	Ryn shook his head frantically nearly sobbing from fear.
"Please... this can not be..."

	Titos covered his mouth with his large hand and then plunged into
him with one slow deep thrust. Ryn cried out in pain but was muffled by his
hand. He trembled once again in the large man's embrace, but Titos pulled
him closer... supporting him and yet at the same time fulfilling his own
animalistic needs. He began to move in and out relishing the warmth that
surrounded him and the pleasure that crawled over every inch of his large
naked body. Both their bodies were covered in sweet sweat which at any
other time would have chilled them in the night's air, but not now. Slowly
he removed his hand and smiled when he realized that Ryn now groaned in
lust. He moved faster feeling his excitement beginning to match his desire.
He began kissing the prince's neck leaving a trail of fire where his hot
moist lips explored till finally Ryn turned and they kissed, this time it
was mutually fierce. He felt the explosion from deep within him and filled
Ryn with his seed. Ryn moaned having cum just moments later.

	Titos held him for several minutes not letting go for all the
world. He cold tell Ryn still swam in this new world of pleasure for his
breathing remained heavy.

	Titos took the opportunity to catch him off guard. "The message?"
He whispered into his ear sweetly.

	Ryn sighed. "Of what message do you speak?"

	"The one to my enemies." Titos answered as his hand slowly stroked
the sweat glistening blonder hair.
		
	Ryn hesitated. "What of it?"
	Titos laughed lustily. "Tell me of it of course." He began to play
with Ryn's nipple again this time he was light and gentle.

	Ryn sighed wearily, allowing himself to fall prey to the sweet
caress. "The message simply stated that our elven troops can not... "He
paused not ready to go on. He tried to pull away, but Titos held fast.

	The man frowned slightly not willing to give up. His hands slipped
steadily down till he found the elf's dick. Slowly he stroked the flesh
hard till it began to show life once again. Ryn groaned and pushed his hips
forward wanting more. Titos withdrew. He spoke harshly, "The message elf."
He turned Ryn to face him, looking deep into those lusty purple eyes with
his own cold piercing dark eyes. He bore down on those delicate lips and
crushed them with is own. His kiss was passionate but harsh. He withdrew
quickly. "The message."

	Ryn could not hold the gaze and looked away. "Our forces are unable
to join the northern troops at the mountain pass. The gnolls... they have
intercepted us on the other side."

	Titos started at this. He grabbed the elf's chin and gazed at him
hard. Tears welled in those gentle eyes... the prince spoke the truth.
 	
	Silently Titos reclothed himself thinking deeply on what to do
next. Ryn had not moved... he was too smart for that, especially when the
warrior had a sword and he did not.

	"Come." Titos demanded. Ryn approached him and Titos grabbed his
arm to escort him back to the camp, stealthily if possible. That proved
easy enough, and they entered his tent.

	Ryn gazed around at the stravagant pillows, goblets, blankets and
even books. He shivered slightly from the cold Fall had provided them.
Titos merely seated himself on one of his favorite over stuffed silk
pillows and poured himself some ale. "Sit," the warrior commanded in a
quiet but level voice. Ryn complied and just watched him. Titos grabbed one
of his wool robes and tossed it at him. "Dress."

	Titos than began to think quickly. He had an elf and not just any
elf but a prince of elves here in his tent, in a camp of orcs and even a
sleeping dragon. Ryn would have to be revealed but how and when. Now... the
thought hit him instantly. The orcs were drunk and the dragon had feasted
earlier... his commander would no doubt be having fine pleasantries this
evening. It was the perfect time and as a boon he had something to offer...
a most interesting message. He stood up quickly grabbing Ryn's arm and
dragging him outside. It was best that he looked confused and a bit afraid
any ways.

	The commander's tent was as usual located at the far end of camp.
As he had expected, the orcs on the way were too drunk to notice something
odd about the young "man" he was dragging beside him.

	"The captain is busy..."
	Titos slugged the insolent guard squarely in the jaw. How dare he
block his path. He pushed the tent open and cleared his throat.

	The commander, a large man with blonde and deep grey eyes and a
large scar over his right eye glared back at him. Thirty years in battle
made him the perfect rider of the beast of dread. He Dismissed a boy
immediately, he glared at Titos, who merely gazed back at him.

	"This had better be good Titan."

	Despite the upcoming events, Titos smiled slightly. The pet name
always managed to do that to him.

	"I assure you it is..." He pulled Ryn forward and removed the hood.

	The commander stood instantly despite his nakedness and raging
hardon. "Prince Ryn... here?"

	Titos nodded. "Aye. A scouting party found him near here... most
likely with death on their minds."

	Titos pushed the elf to his knees as the commander's eyes darkened.
Death danced in those clouds, and Titos was not ready to take on an army...
prince or no prince. He continued, "He was a messenger sir. The
reinforcements the king expects... will not be coming."

	The commander would never allow himself to be surprised by any
source of news... but Titos knew that this pleased him for he had not as
yet drawn his sword. "His life...?" The blonde man asked quietly.

	Titos hesitated. "Be mine."

	"Why?"

	Titos slowly allowed a grin form. "Royalty is most enjoyable."

	Ryn breathed deeply on that one. The situation was too delicate for
his words to be spoken, so for now the prince would just have to stomach
it.

	The commander smiled slightly. "I see."

	Titos let out a sigh of relief. The commander had smiled. The
delicate nature of this meeting had thus ended.

	The commander spoke, "Come elf.."

	Ryn began to stand.

	"No!" The commander's deadly voice filled the tent. "On your
knees."

	Ryn paused and then moved forward as ordered.

	The commander hit him hard across the face, sneering. "You know
what follows next."

	Titos stiffened. This had not been part of the plan. The commander
hated elves yet now he asked -- no told -- this one to suck his dick.

	Ryn gazed up at him, defiance in his eyes. "Of course Rath, as you
wish."

	Titos' eyes widened. Ryn knew the commander's first name and worse
yet spoke it to him.

	Rath grabbed Ryn's head and shoved it in his crotch. "Now or die"

	Ryn took the member in his mouth and began sucking lightly, but the
commander would have none of it. He thrust deep into the prince's throat
nearly causing him to choke. The blonde man grinned, and Titos realized
that the man was actually getting off on this. Rath began grunting and
groaning, thrusting deeper and harder. The delicate mouth would bend to his
will and comply else be destroyed in the process. Rath threw back his head
and cried out as his seed filled the elf's mouth. Ryn had little choice but
to swallow it all and fast. Then Rath withdrew shoving the prince aside.
"You may go captain."

	Titos nodded shortly and helped Ryn up who still gagged. As they
left the tent, the voice called out to him, "Tell that one to your father,
elven bastard!"

	Titos felt nothing but rage enter him. The man had taken Ryn right
in front of him. It didn't matter that he did not fuck him but that he had
the nerve to do it will he was standing there. He led them not back to his
tent but to his mount. It took only a matter of minutes before he had his
excellent steed ready and mounted. He pulled Ryn up in front of him and
looked back angrily. He had had enough sorcery, enough of the dead and
their lizard leader. Be damned to the king and his foes. He fingered his
heavy pouch lightly. The pay had been good but then again... money was not
exactly hard to get for one of his skills. With that he rode into the
blackness of the forest.

	They traveled several miles before Ryn finally spoke. "Wherest do
we go noble warrior?"

	Titos laughed cruelly. "I am not a noble warrior elf. We go to an
old friends house of mine. Are you all right?"

	Ryn shook his head slightly. "In body yes, but I shall never forget
those eyes... the eyes of a dead man."

	Titos puzzled at that one. The commander was a lot of things but
dead was not one of them.

	Ryn continued. "Are you so concerned?"

	Titos grinned. "Of course I am concerned. You are very valuable
merchandise that should not be damaged."

	The elf stiffened against him. "Are you to ransom me?"

	Titos laughed again though this time he thought the question to be
funny. "I believe I mentioned earlier that your homeland is too far for any
man not loyal to the king to roam."

	The prince seemed puzzled. "Then...?"

	Titos continued, "My friend has a business that you should fit into
just nicely." He paused, "And bring in fine profit in might I add."

	 That did it. Ryn somehow snaked out from under him and hit the
ground on his feet. He took of into the bushes with amazing speed.

	Damn. Titos cursed. Damn elven agility. He dropped as well knowing
that his mount would stay put and ran after him.

	Ryn ducked the low branches and jumped the bushes with ease. Titos
plowed right through them exclaiming in anger as he did. Titos was a man in
anger, pure anger now and he began to catch up with the elf quickly.
Reaching into his side sheath he withdrew a dagger. Praying to the gods
that his aim would be true and not actully cause great harm, he hurled it
at the elf, throwing with all his might and skill. It worked and the dagger
lodged itself in the elf's right leg sending him to the ground. This chase
had gone on long enough. Titos jumped him.

	Ryn struggled frantically, even striking the warrior in a few key
places. Titos howled in anger and struck him on the side of the head. Then
all went still. The elf was dazed, he realized. He ripped the robe off with
one swipe and pinned Ryn beneath his heavy and sweaty body. His breathing
was hard from the chase, and all he could think of was one thing... anger.
His hand roamed the front of the elf till he found the exposed nipples. He
pinched and pulled at them till Ryn groaned in pain. He twisted them in
blind anger. Ryn tried to wiggle free but there was no use. Titos then
moved down and grabbed the elf's balls giving them a hard squeeze and
grinning when Ryn exclaimed. He pulled at them cruelly till he felt the
elf's entire body begin to sob. Titos blinked for a moment as he realized
the prince was uttering a prayer to the gods.

	"Praise the gods to witness my call to them..." The voice was sweet
but tight with pain.

	Cursing at himself, Titos released his hold on the balls and then
began stroking the growing dick. This time he was gentle and strong and he
had been before, strong but not painful. Ryn stopped his murmuring and just
began to breathe hard. He still trembled and his voice wavered

	"Please stop..." Ryn begged him.

	Titos groaned as his dick became enlarged with need. Not likely, he
thought. He embraced the trembling body below him, and they stayed that way
until Ryn finally calmed down.

	After several minutes, it became evident that Ryn was all right.
Titos maneuvered himself between his legs and pushed in slowly. Ryn groaned
beneath him as his own excitement began to grow. Titos thrust in and out
caressing the elf's dick as the prince stood to all fours. Titos groan as
the warmth surrounded him again and began to move faster still, thrusting
and grunting as he felt himself begining to come. His hands began to move
at a rapid pace so they could come together. They exclaimed mutually. This
prince was certainly a good fuck.

	Titos moved first as his brain recalled why they had just fucked in
the middle of a dangerous forest. He bound the prince's wrists together and
shoved a gag in his mouth before he threw him over his shoulder and carried
him back to his steed.

	They traveled past the night and well into the next afternoon
before he caught sight of the well established home of his friend Trohan.
He tipped the stable boy and entered the inn carrying his prize still.
After making a few inquires he located his sleeping friend.

	"Wake up you lazy wench," He laughed as he poked his friend's hefty
gut.

	Trohan awoke slowly, still recovering from last night's drinking.
The dwarf always managed to out drink himself daily. Trohan blinked a
couple of times pulling at his whiskers. "Is that you Titos?"

	"Aye, little man."

	Trohan laughed as he stretched and stood. "I assure you man had
nothing to do with my existence." The small beady eyes peered quizzically
at Titos. "You got something there lad?"

	Titos nodded and dropped Ryn on the bed next to him. The elf merely
sat up unable to speak with the gag in his mouth. The prince gazed at the
floor with a true look of defeat.

	"Have an extra room I hope..." Triton implored just frowning
slightly.

	Trohan shrugged. "I told you before that most the men that pass
here prefer wenches not boys... "His voice trailed off as he brushed Ryn's
hair to the side. "My word! Do you realize who this is?"

	Titos laughed lightly. "Of course I do. Have you the room dwarf?"
	The dwarf eye him warily. "There isn't an elven army waiting to
knock my door in is there?"

	Titos shook his head. "Of course not. The dragon's army took over
those lands just last week. Besides they wouldn't dare show their faces
this close to the source of there enemy. What of it will you have him?"

	Trohan examined him briefly. "I don't know... I mean has he even.."

	"Fucked old man? Of course he has."

	The dwarf snorted angrily, surprisingly hitting Titos squarely in
the jaw. "Don't you talk to me in that tone."

	Titos would have continued the fight had he not the worry of the
dark army searching for him any minute. He had deserted them, and it would
take at least a week before the commander realized that he had been a
valuable enough warrior for his short stay with them.

	Trohan placed his hand over the elf's crotch and smiled slightly
when the flesh came alive right then and there. "I see. Well name your
terms."

	Titos rubbed his jaw and smiled. Those beautiful words he loved to
hear. "60/40 of profits only. Very high prices and few customers but well
worth the rate. No more than one a night and no rough stuff. If the guy
looks bad, don't sell."

	Trohan listened intently. "Anyone?"

	Titos raised his eyes slightly. "If they can pay... sure why not."

	Trohan shrugged very well. "Well lad there are some woman who could
knock you down but... Staying the night?"

	Titos shook his head slowly. "Nah there is an army back there
wondering where I am."

	"Where to?"

	Titos smiled slightly. "Oh no... even drunk old friends have good
memories. Agreed."

	The dwarf nodded. "Agreed, I'll take good care of him lad."

	Titos nodded and then looked at Ryn. He had been absolutely still
and quiet as they talked about him. The dwarf took his leave promising
fresh supplies on his horse. Titos slowly removed the gag and waited. But
the prince said nothing, so Titos spoke first. "He means it. You'll be well
taken care. Trohan takes care of all his employees."

	Still the elf said nothing.

	Titos sighed best leave now. But first. Firmly he grabbed Ryn's
chin and turned him towards him. Drawing him into his fierce and passionate
kiss, again Ryn responded instantly kissing back with deep need, but Titos
withdrew.

	The warrior paused as he walked out the door. "Don't forget me. I
will return."

	Behind him he heard the sweet voice whisper. "Never shall I ever
forget... never could I."