0 comments/ 336034 views/ 129 favorites His Seed By: mrgoodbottom I was 18 when I went by train to visit my brother who was away in college. It was a trip of many firsts for me. It was the first time I got drunk. I was the first time I got stoned. It was the first time I threw up until my stomach was empty. It was also the first time I explored my sexuality and discovered my sensuality, desire, and the nature of erotica. I was on the train heading home. It was late afternoon so I went to the observation car to watch the sunset beyond the mountains. I was still a virgin and my thoughts were swimming in thoughts of girls, sex, and intimacy. I lamented over a girl at school who I desperately wanted. I wanted to pleasure her and make her feel like a queen. I wanted to make her feel special, and, in return, feel a sense of worth I desperately lacked. He sat next to me. It made me a little uncomfortable, since there were many open seats in the car. I did not look at him until he spoke. "Hi" "Hello" I return. "Beautiful day, huh?" "Yes. I like the way the black mountains contrast with the crimson sky." "It would make a nice painting." "uh huh." "My name is Robert." "Greg." I shake his hand. We chatted for a bit about were we come from and where we were going. I became more comfortable with him as the conversation continued. He offered me to join him at dinner and I accepted. I returned to my coach seat and read a little before the first seating. I found him in the dining car. Already, a glass of wine was before him. I sat down and looked out the window. The landscape is cloaked in darkness. The lights of the dining car drown out stars so there is nothing to see. We talk and talk. He owns a bar in Denver. He is full of stories. I find myself really drawn to him. Maybe it is his lively blue eyes. They twinkle in the lights of the car. He has a strong jaw and a full well manicured mustache. He is well built. I find his hands strangely attractive. They are large, strong, and like is mustache, well cared for. I guess his age to be in the early 40s. I find myself gazing at him like a star struck teenybopper. I am enthralled with the wisdom and mystery that comes with age. Even more odd, I am untroubled by my feelings. Perhaps it is his warm smile and easy laugh. The conversation flows well past dessert. My full cup of coffee has grown cold. "So are you in coach?" I ask. "Nope. I have a sleeper car." "Are they nice?" "A little small, but sure beats sleeping in coach." "Yeah, I bet it does. I remember the restless sleep I got on the way to see my brother. Can I see your room?" "Of course" he smiles. He pays for both our dinners and I thank him. We walk towards the engine where the sleeper cars are located. Three cars later we arrive at his room. It is at the end of the car. He opens the door and turns on the light. He lets me enter before him. The room is small, but nice. To my left is a single bed. In front are a big window and a small table that folds in to the wall for more space. There is a vase with fresh flowers and 2 bottles of complimentary champagne on ice. Next to the table is a chair. There is a bathroom to my right. The bathroom is also a shower with a handheld sprayer attached next to the toilette. I notice the room is well insulated. The rhythmic ka-chunk of the tracks is muted to a pleasant muffle. He shuts the door behind him and stands behind me. I turn and shut off the lights. "That's better. I can see the stars with out the light on." I feel his hand, strong, warm, and confident on my shoulder. I feel goose bumps all over my body. His hand reaches my other shoulder. He rubs me. I melt in to his touch. I feel his breath on my neck. He kisses me. I shudder. His masculine moustache tickles my virgin skin. His hands smooth over my body as he hugs me from behind. One hand leaves me as he turns to lock the door. I feel electric. His hands return to explore me. I feel the blood rush to my penis. I loose myself in the caress of this older man. He is so confident and gentle. He is gentle in a way that only amplifies the power in his strong body. I imagine what he could do to me...what he will do to me. I am so inexperienced. I can only stand submissively as he explores me. He untucks my shirt and pulls it over my head. His wonderful hands touch my skin. I moan his name. He kisses my neck again and my body is consumed in the sensation. I lean my head against his shoulder as he ravishes me. His hands slide up my flat stomach to my hard nipples. He pinches them between is fingers. "Wow!" I feel his warm breath on my saliva cooled skin escape in a chuckle. He is so experienced. He is magical. He is beautiful. Our age difference separates us not only in time, but also in self-knowledge. He may have made love to hundred men for all I know, but this is my first time. I let him guide me deep in to my first sexual experience. He is such a gentle and sensual man. I feel no reservations. I drink in the moment. He moves from me. My body craves his attention. I feel disappointed but I do not voice it. I am in a strange land, experiencing wonderful foreign things and I fear speaking will transport me back to the dull world I left when I entered his cabin. "Champagne?" He asks as he opens one of the bottles. He flashes me a wonderful smile. I adore him. "Sure." I absently answer. I am still reveling in living dream. "You OK?" he chuckles. "I have never been more alive, or erect" I smile back. He laughs and hands me my glass. "What shall we toast?" "How about new horizons?" I offer. "To new horizons" Our glasses clink. The train rolls on. The stars light the room gently. He takes my glass from my hand and sets it on the table with his. Grabbing my waist he pulls me to him. His cologne is an aphrodisiac. We kiss my first passionate kiss. His mustache feels so masculine against my upper lip. His hot tongue enters my mouth. I taste champagne. I sigh and feel my body and my soul melt in to him. Our tongues slowly slide and circle each other. Never did I imagine passion could be so deep. I thought kissing was for the benefit of the girl, as a prelude to getting in to her pants. I realize I am the girl. I was not lamenting to have that girl. I wanted to be her. I want to be sexy and inspire the lust of my lover. It was not me making love to her, but my dream lover taking me. It is me that is being aroused by my masculine lover. And I am not making her wet...I am making him hard. "Wow!" I breathe after our embrace. He laughs again. I feel so delightfully overwhelmed. I know I am his plaything. He is toying with me. I am OK with that. I want this to last as long as it can. He hands me my glass. We drain our glasses and he opens the other bottle. He runs his hands over my chest. My nipples are on fire. I feel the wetness of my precum saturating my shorts. He takes my nipple in to his warm mouth. I gasp. "Oh God!" He sucks, licks, and nibbles my nipples. "You are going to make me cum if you keep doing that!" "Actually, I better take care of the first so you can enjoy this" I don't know what he means. He unbuckles my belt, unbuttons and unzips my pants, and pulls them down to my knees. My aching cock looks so big and angry. The head is a rich and dark purple. It glistens with my clear lustful oozings. He engulfs me in his mouth. I am over stimulated. I can't breathe. His muscular tongue, warm mouth, sucking, and slurping sound, all combine and assault my senses. I look down and am amazed and excited at the vision of my handsome lover sucking my dick. It is so fucking hot. I can't contain myself. "Ahhh!" I scream as my seed pumps in to his wonderful mouth. My legs weaken. My breath is ragged. My body tingles and shivers. I cum and cum. I feel like I am exhaling a long held stale breath of stagnant air and sucking in pure sensual joy. It feels incredible to cum in this beautiful man's mouth. He drinks my semen in to his beautiful body. When my orgasm fades he stands before me. He admires my body. MY body. I can't believe he is enjoying my body. I have never considered myself sexy. Here in my new world I am a sexual creature that inspires desires and lustful looks. In this world, age gives way to intimacy expressed in a sensual bond between lovers. "Undress" I take my clothes off. In gym glass I was always shy and hated undressing in front of the other boys. But here...here with Robert...I want to be naked for him. I want to pleasure him. My skin is pale white in the starlit room. My penis is again erect, but the urgency to cum has been replaced by a desire to feel and be felt. Warm strong hands are around my narrow waist. My arms wrap around his neck. We kiss like lovers lost in our time. My hands drift to his chest. I pull his shirt off. "Oh Robert!" I exclaim as his muscled body is exposed for my delight. Dark hair compliments is hard body. He pulls me to his hairy chest. My nipples and skin drink in the feel of his warm skin and hair. He kisses my neck. My hands run up his strong back. So strong... He breaks our embrace. He pulls off his pants as I down my drink. I am feeling quite giddy. Is it from the wine or the sex? His penis shows proud in the dim cabin. He is erect. "I did that,” I say to myself. His penis is long and thick. He wears it well. He stands with his hands on his hips like a god. I kneel before him. I cup his large testicles in my hand. They are hot and heavy. I kiss the large mushroom shaped penis head. I never thought a penis could be beautiful. Now I am here worshiping his member. I make love to it. I lick the length of his shaft. I feel the thick veins with my tongue. I smell the musty man scent mixed with his cologne. I feel his cock with my lips and hands. I let it slide across my face as I lick and suck his swollen balls. He moans for me. His pleasure vocalized inspires me. I take him gently in to my mouth. I let it fill me. Relaxing, his beauty slides deep in to my throat. I should have gagged. I did not. He is breathing heavy. I am actually pleasuring this man. I am having sex with a man! My mouth is full of cock! My mind is peppered with similar thoughts as my mouth is salted with his precum. It is nectar to me. I am full of wonder over how I can use my body to pleasure him. I use my hands to pull on his balls in the same way I do when I jack off. I pull him deeper in to my throat by squeezing his firm buns and pulling him in to me. I consume him as he consumes me. My nose nestles in to his dark pubic hair. I close my eyes and just feel him. His cock is my world. I am eager to explore. He pulls me up from my knees. He kisses me. Can I ever grow tired of his kisses? Our hard cocks meet. We rub against each other. His penis is slick with my saliva. His hands grope and rub and massage my young body. My virgin skin is so sensitive to his touch. I am his and, I realize with pride, he is mine. He turns me around to face the window. "The moon is out" I look at the bright moon. The mountains and the pines are black. Where they meet, the starlit sky it looks like raggedly torn paper. It is as if the sky were torn to reveal the infinite darkness behind it. The moon lights our bodies. It is a lover's light. The soft glow is perfect for my introduction in to sex and sensuality. Even if this were to end now, I will never be the same. He hugs me from behind. His hands are on my waist. His lips are on my neck. His hard, hot, beautiful penis is between my ass cheeks. I am in heaven. He dry humps my ass. His penis slides between my cheeks. I moan and lean my head back to rest on his shoulder. I want him to fuck me. I feel his hands trail down my back as he kneels at my ass. His confident hands part my tight cheeks. I feel his hot breath as I hold my own in anticipation. His tongue slides down my crack. I shiver in a small seizure of pleasure. All these new feelings felt in one glorious evening rock my world. I had no idea. I thought I knew fantasy. Robert is taking me places of which I never dreamed. His tongue on my anus is amazing. I fantasized about licking that girl’s pussy and making her shiver and cum. Now it is my lover and my virgin ass assuming the roles. And it is better than any dream. His tongue delves in to me. In to my ass. In to my pussy. I give him my hole. "Oh Robert!" I moan as I grip the table for stability. I close my eyes and concentrate on the feeling of his wet strong tongue bathing my puckered hole. He makes love to it. He kisses it as he kissed my mouth. It is so beautiful. I feel my eyes water in joy. "Robert?" "Yes." "I want you inside me." He pauses. "You sure?" "Yes. I want to use my body to pleasure you." "You already are." "I need to feel you inside me." He pulls his bag out from under the bed. My heart is racing. Will it hurt? His penis is so big. What if I don't like it? He pulls out a bottle of clear lubricant and a condom. He rolls the condom on to his big cock. He gets on his knees. I hear him squirt lubricant from the bottle. A warm hand grabs my left cheek and massages it. I close my eyes. "Relax." I feel the cool lubricant being rubbed between my cheeks. He lubricates my entire crack. Then I feel pressure. I exhale and relax. His finger enters me. I like it. He slowly twists and hooks his digit in me. I surrender to his expertise. I trust him. There is more pressure and a little discomfort as he inserts another finger. I adjust quickly. So strange. It feels so strange and erotic to have something foreign enter my ass. Will the wonders never cease? The gushy noises and the anal sensations both raise my arousal. My heart is still racing, but not from fear. It is racing with the thought of having this sexy man fuck me. He will fuck me and cum because I feel good to him. The third or forth finger enters more smoothly. I feel like a puppet and at the same time like a lover. He wipes his hand on a towel I do not remember him grabbing. I start to move. Stay right there. His hands run up my flat tummy and pinch my nipples again. I realize that my nipples are very sensitive. Robert has helped me find an erogenous zone before unknown to me. I am moaning like the virgin I am. His condom covered cock rubs up and down my lubricated crack. It feels so good. It feels so good to have a beautiful man desire me. His dick is so hard and long. It feels longer than my crack. He puts a hand on my shoulder and leans me forward. I put my hands on the glass and spread my legs. God I feel sexy! Here I am submitting my body to him. I am begging him to take me with my actions. I am breathing so heavy. I feel pressure again. He keeps constant pressure as my anus yields to his hardness. I relax and breathe. I coax him in to me with my mind. He is in. I grit my teeth from the pain. My asshole is on fire. He does not move. The fire dies. The realization hits. There is a big cock in your butt! Robert's dick is in your ass! "Are you ok?" "Yeah. It hurt for a moment there." "I thought it would. I just put the head in for now." I look to my right and discover there is a mirror. I see a muscular fucking hot forty-year-old man that has the tip of his big dick in the ass of a 18-year-old boy. The boy has his long slender legs spread to accommodate his lover. His round cheeks glow in the moonlight. His hands are pressed against the glass of the window. His eyes glow with lustful passion. His hard penis is erect to a 45-degree angle. I almost came. It was if I saw myself for the first time. It is the first time I have looked at myself and thought I was sexy. The pain is gone and I can feel the thickness of his cock. I imagine the large mushroomed head of cock in my ass. I need more. I push off from the glass and take more of him in to my body. The more I am filled, the more I am fulfilled. He lets me work his cock with my body. I feel so sexy. I begin to sway my hips so I can feel him in new places. I take more and more of him in to me. I keep checking the mirror to find out how deep he is. I have a ways to go! My anus is sending pleasure through out my body. Other than the feeling of being filled, I do not feel much past my hole. Then I go for it and engulf his whole cock in my body. "Wow!" we say in unison. I definitely feel something deep with in me and it feels GOOD! It is like jacking off on the inside. His long thick cock is rubbing something inside my body. I look in the mirror. He is in. His warm body is against my cheeks. He takes my hips and begins to slide out of me. My anus sings. He pushes all the way in. "Ha!" He hit the spot again. Slowly out and slowly in he works my hole. I groan every time he hits my magic place. I am in ecstasy. What more can I offer this sexy man other than my ass for his pleasure? The gushy slurping noises are too hot. The vision of his muscular body sliding his big dick in an out of me in the mirror is driving me crazy. I almost feel detached...as if I could never be a part of something so beautiful. But I am. Robert has made me part of this beautiful vision. His muscles ripple as he makes love to me. He notices when I moan and finds my place. He works it with savage jabs. My cock has drooled a long thread of precum. I am lost in wonder. How can a dick in my ass feel so good? Tingley warmth spreads through my body. My balls tighten. "Robert?" "Yeah baby?" "Look in the mirror." He looks as I shoot a long rope of thick semen on to the table. "Oh Honey" he moans and starts really fucking me hard. I want to tell him I love him, but my orgasm takes over my body and I am left chanting "Oh, Oh, Oh!" as my penis spurts cum and my body is rocked my his violent thrusts. His cock conducts the orchestra of my orgasm as chords of thick semen spew from my body. He stops pumping as my orgasm fades. "That was beautiful" I can only nod as I try to catch my breath. His hands caress my body. I am so sensitive. His touch is electric and makes me shake. He pulls out from my ass and removes his condom. I am momentarily disappointed because I wanted to make him cum. But I realize there is nothing preventing me from doing so. "That was the most exciting thing I have every done. I have never felt such an orgasm." "I have never seen someone cum so much!" he chuckles as he looks at the mess I made of the table. I kiss him. I take his cock in my hand and squeeze it. How can something so firm, be so soft? "What am I going to do with this? Such a nasty swelling! I will have to drain it." I smile. I grab the bottle of lubricant and squirt some in to my hand. I coat his penis. It shines in the moonlight like a knight's sword. I jack him off with both hands. I feel him with my fingers and palms. I gently twist the great knob of his cock head. He sits down on the armless chair. I kneel and continue pleasuring him. I tickle him with my fingers. I massage his balls. I jack him. I tend to his wonderful cock, as a lover should. His pleasure is mine. His moans are deep and soulful. I tell him that I love him with my hands. I admire his muscled body. God he is beautiful! I grow hard again. I straddle him. He looks me in the eye "I should wear a condom." "I want your seed in my body" His eyes grow soft and appear to water. I guide his penis in to my body. He slides in smoothly. I am filled again with my lover's penis. I grab the towel from the table and wipe my hands. He is still looking at me in awe. I ride him long and smooth. "You feel so good" he says shaking his head "You feel wonderful. You fill me like nothing ever has" His hands cup and massage my firm cheeks. I run my fingers through his dark hair. I caress his chest while I ride his hardness. I feel him deep in my body. I pinch his nipples and he moans. We kiss. His tongue penetrates my mouth, as does his cock. I am filled with him in every hole I can offer. His Seed I look over his shoulder to see my face. My mouth involuntarily opens when his harness rubs my magic place. I see the rapture and lust in my eyes and something more. I see passion. I see compassion. Lust, love, sensuality, sexuality, tenderness, and edginess, are all there. I see a man. His hands find my nipples and pinch them. Hard. It feels so fucking good. He is getting close. He wants to buck and thrust, but I am in control. I am guiding the guide. I own his orgasm, as he owned mine. I quicken my pace and slow when he gets too close. I sense his urgency. I know his need to cum. He is moaning continuously. "Oh you beautiful Man! I'm gonna make you cum. You will cum in to me. You will cum deep in my body...in to the warm embrace of my ass." "Oh God yes baby!" "And I will take your seed and carry it in my body." "Oh fuck!" "From your testicles in to my bowels I will take your milk of love. I will milk your beautiful cock until you cum" "Ungh! Yes! Fuck yes!" "When you cum I want you to think of your cum pumping in to my body" "Oooooh!" "And know that I crave it. I want it. I need it." "I'm going to cum!" I quicken my pace to send him over the edge that I had been keeping him on. "Give me your semen Robert. Pump your love in to me. Feel it exit your body to fill me." "Oh baby! Oh baby! Oh baby!" He repeats over and over as he cums. I rise and slam down on to his cock with such force that my dick slaps against his firm stomach. I am overwhelmed again and I cum on to his sexy body. My senses are overloaded with stimuli. My semen spatters all over my lover's muscled body. His cock ravages my ass as I buck up and down on him. I picture his seed pumping from his big mushroom like penis head in to my welcoming bowels. His handsome face is in the throws of ecstasy. His muscular chest heaves with labored breathing. The cabin is filled with our moans and screams. I see myself in the mirror. What I see is beautiful. Thank you Robert. I still carry your seed. His Self For Great Mother His home was remote by design as he was not the sort to blend in with the village folk and farmers who expected simplicity in life and who reviled the extraordinary. The few who knew of him and sought his aid were forced to undertake a long and arduous journey to his distant retreat. Four days hard ride north of the farming village Dubrin one's mount would sicken in the altitude and shy in the steepening terrain of shale. Beyond the last patches of sickly trees one would snare a rabbit or fowl and keep the cooked meat in salt for the journey ahead. Across the immense expanse of the barren plateaus one would fervently wish for more water as the sun beat down on the rocks all around. Through the ever-thick layer of cloud wreathing the peak of Sulumayan's home one would stumble in circles, directional senses reduced to drunken delirium. For those who made it, the journey was well worth it for the man they sought, it was said, could command the four elements with his strange incantations. He could see the future and knew the hearts and minds of all men. He travelled through dreams and could change his form at will. He was an old, wise, and tired druid. Looking out across the vast land far below his mountain perch Sulumayan frowned, though the movement was hidden beneath the mass of grey hair matting his face. Despite his power to summon food and wine from nothing, to bend the elements to his every whim, there were times when he felt a different rumble deep in his body, gravitating through his frail old frame with the deep pulse of Nature herself. Soon he would have to tend this burgeoning need. That very night he knelt in his cave and draped his cloak over himself, surrounded by a large wreath of goat and oxhair. He drank from a long curled ram's horn and coughed as the liquid filled his veins. His bones creaked as they thickened, his flesh stretched over newly grown muscles, his hair darkened and his beard fell away to reveal a firm chiseled jaw. He disappeared and the cloak settled quietly to the floor, the candles in the cave guttering with curiousity. "My Lord." Her sleepy eyes fluttered open as he stood framed in the moonlit window. He savoured the moment, staying still to gather in the sight of her perfect form as she lay on the wide bed covered in silk sheets. She lay on her side, one slender arm tucked beneath her head, the other draped over the saddle of her narrow waist. The silk sheets faithfully followed the turn and heel of her sculpture, stilling the breath in his lungs. Her hips peaked steeply above her thighs and swept down smoothly to her waist far below, a perfect landscape of fertile mountains and valleys. Her naked breasts surged together, channeled by her arms and spilling out of the top of the sheets like wild rapids tumbling through a rockfall. Long trails of curled hair covered her shoulders, the sheets and the pillows, extending from her body like a tall oak tree's roots. She lay back for him as he approached, ready. "It has been so long My Lord," she whispered, her delicate fingers reaching up and trailing fiery courses over the taught muscles of his chest. Like the king he was pretending to be, he raised himself up over her. The paramount drive of Nature thundered in his blood, deafening his awareness of anything but her. Obedient to the supremeness of his need the glorious creature beneath him opened herself, drawing away the thin intervening sheet and revealing her spread thighs, the dark fur between her legs ready to be tilled, and the flat plain of her youthful belly heaving gently in anticipation of his planting. He wanted to speak but was afraid his voice would betray his disguise. Instead he kept his thoughts buried, kept his wonder and joy inside, and assured himself that their sharing would still be complete even if he didn't tell her his admiration. He entered her with the slow movement of rare enjoyment. Closing his eyes he felt her hands stroke up along his forearms and biceps, delight in his strong shoulders and then run encouragingly along his back. Her thighs lifted and her ankles locked behind him, capturing him inside her and increasing the heat and demand between them. Her moans resonated deep within her, tremors like thunder grumbling across a midsummer sky. He surged against her, driving steadily onto her shores as the great oceans meet endless smooth beaches, merging wet salt and undulating power under pale moonlight. A sudden, quick gasp and his core collapsed and then exploded, shattering the cohesion of his senses. He felt her body shudder as she tumbled into her own climax. "My Lord, yes, I love you," she gasped. Him, he thought, she loves him. Even as he spent himself within her welcoming recesses the void he had created within himself began to fill with self recrimination. His muscles and hair now felt as alien as they truly were. His member wilted with exhaustion and embarrassment as he looked down at the beautiful maiden turning her innocent eyes up to him. He became afraid that her eyes could see into him, past the lies he had draped over himself and see the rickety old perverted man he truly was. She did not belong to him. She belonged to her king and he had disingenuously stolen her because she would otherwise find him revolting. "My Lord?" she asked as he rose abruptly, trying to quell his sudden and confusing anger. "Will you not stay?" He stopped at the window but did not turn for he knew that if he looked at her she would be young and beautiful and innocent. He would be old, ugly, and not human. He should have done one more thing before he left, a thing that he normally did do but for some reason it escaped his mind this time. He should have turned, looked directly into her eyes and whispered the five word chant that would have bent the delicate fabric of her memory, creating a small fold just before and just after his visit and making it impossible for her to recall him coming to her. Instead he stepped forward to the window and was gone. The bedchamber door opened and sharp yellow torchlight stabbed into the room, causing the queen to throw her hand over her eyes. "Who's there?" She demanded, squinting hard into the bright light. "My Queen, who but me can enter this bedchamber?" The familiar deep bass of her king's voice resonated on the bare stone walls and her heart caught in her chest. "My Lord - you were just... here... with me?" The alarm sounded through the castle. Voices shouted, armoured boots clattered down every corridor and into the corridor and across the ramparts. The queen, Ruler of the Temple of Daughters to the Great Mother, had been defiled in the night and retribution was to be won. Drums beat, hard words rang out into the night, and the soldiers of the king marched. * * * * * Lying in his cave, Sulumayan did not move that night or the next day. Rain came, pelting his naked flesh, sending powerful shivers through his entire body as the chilly water pooled around him. She would not leave his mind as he relived the few sweaty minutes in the queen's bedchamber. He saw her trusting eyes filled with the beautiful, natural love that he had tainted with his vile ravaging of her body. He was nothing more than a thief, using cheap disguises to steal the most precious thing a woman could have: her love for her man. But unlike a simple guilt-ridden thief he could not just return the thing he had taken. He had soured her forever. "Sulumayan." He started at the sound of his name. It was a distinct voice yet not from a human throat. Weakly, he tried to lift himself up onto his elbows but his shivers were so strong they knocked him back down. "Sulumayan, of the druids, you will not die like this." "Oh?" He questioned, "How will I die? And how should I die? This is all I deserve, truly." The chill in his bones made his legs feel heavy as steel. Even his muscles were bound firmly to the numb bone, like a tongue frozen to metal in midwinter. "A human can die in any manner along with the lions and the ants as part of the chain of life on Earth. You, however, are a child of mine, a carrier of the divine spark and able to wield the tools of creation: earth, wind, fire, and water." Sulumayan laughed, hearing his bitter cough echo in the cave around him. "If I am so divine, why would I have polluted that poor creature?" "Because she is beautiful, and half of you is still yet a man, and you are filled with love for everything on this Earth. I have more beauty to show you, my love." Sulumayan stared around the dark cave, his wide eyes searching desperately. "What? Who are you? Why did you call me your love?" He wanted one specific answer, his heart thudding anew, yearning for the next words. "Sulumayan, you are beautiful. I have seen you, felt your magic, and felt your desires. When you use your divine power you are using me. I gave myself to you each time, and now we belong together." "Who are you?" He croaked into the dark. "I am your power. I am your love. I am the Great Mother. I have stood by as you coupled with mortal flesh, but I now offer what your soul begs for. A druid makes love only once, for in doing so he gives his self, Sulumayan. It is one complete act of giving that encompasses every ounce of his pleasure into an infinity of bonding with me. Please come to me." The words were what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear someone desire him and not the disguise he adopted to seduce mortal women. He wanted to belong to someone and end his torturous loneliness. However, his fear of continued pain did not allow him to accept the words. "I don't believe you," he moaned. "You're a figment of my imagination. You're... A delusion." The water pooling around him began to bubble. Warmth seeped into his body, caressing him and calming the shivers that had taken him over. "Feel me, My Love. You are meant for me. Come to me." Hearing a woman ask him to come to her rather than him having to trick her for the first time in decades was enough to melt his heart. "Great Mother," he whispered as the warmth enveloped him, "I will come. Tell me what to do." * * * * * Sulumayan shuffled through the forest. Her directions, for someone so almighty, were obscure at best. Still, the forest around him was slightly different from others he'd traveled in his many years. There was an underlying energy that almost hummed audibly making him think that if he stopped and concentrated he would hear something distinct, perhaps even a voice. Every tree was very old, the trunks looming far up above him and disappearing into the ceiling of green leaves rustling in the distant wind. The forest floor was matted with fallen leaves and toppled tree trunks, all decaying into new soil for the enormous trees all about. Despite the peace and fascinating energy, he knew he wasn't alone in the forest. Men with steel ready in their scabbards and murder in their hearts were in the forest as well, though he could not discern how close they hunted. Their booted feet cracked and crunched belligerently through the aging branches fallen to the forest floor. Animals scurried away in fright and when Sulumayan heard no rooting squirrels or calling birds he knew the soldiers were very, very close. Also crowding the quiescent forest were the softer feet of women. The queen's tread he knew, but she was followed by more. She had brought her temple followers, he supposed, to exact her retribution for defiling her body. He cursed to himself. Perhaps it had all been a trap. Perhaps another mage, someone with dark powers from the far east had conjured the voice of the woman in his cave and had told him all he wanted to hear to bring him to the forest and kill him. Now he had come too far, was ensnared too deeply in the trap to turn back. He could only push forward and hope the clearing with the rock pool was near at hand. Sulumayan found it in the full height of noon. A small clear rock pool was centered in a moss-covered clearing between vast wide trunks of oak trees. Shafts of green-filtered light lit upon patches of moss and stone. The water breathed gently in the stillness, joining a sparkling dance with the sunlight to cheer the entire clearing. As he dropped his satchel to the ground, the bushes around him parted. On all sides leaves turned away to reveal hard, glinting steel. Breastplates, pikes, swords, shields and colourful banners. Rawhide creaked as bowstrings were brought taught and arrows trained on his head. The hunters had found him. "Hold!" A deep voice cried. Sulumayan looked toward the voice and saw a man shoulder through the ring of tense soldiers. The man was tall, broad shouldered, and fixing an intense stare upon Sulumayan. The druid recognized him at once, partly because of the gold circlet around his heavy helmet, and partly because he felt as though he was gazing into a mirror. The queen who had writhed on Sulumayan's manhood and milked his seed into her belly belonged to this man, the king. "Wretched filth of a man," the king snarled, "you have taken my queen and soiled her womb!" With a quick flare of his arm and whirl of his fine cloak, the king drew his sword, baring the sharp steel to the strong sunlight. Sulumayan brought his staff in front of himself, silently collecting for the blows that would come. He wished his bones were not so frail and so full of pain with every movement. "My heart breaks, and my remorse poisons me," he acknowledged, "for your charges are true, My King." The king's face twisted with rage and his bellow echoed off the trees as he charged at Sulumayan. The druid barely sidestepped the attack and twisted to clap his staff against the back of the king's helmet. Before Sulumayan could command his objecting bones and feeble muscles to complete the maneuver the king whirled about and his sword flicked out. Sulumayan screamed and sank to the ground, holding his arm as blood rushed from a long gash across his forearm. "He is mine! He is mine!" The king raged as he stood over the fallen druid. Sulumayan struggled to collect his senses and stifle the pain enough to allow him to focus on one last spell. He grasped the words firmly in his mind and they tumbled from his shivering lips. The king's polished armour boots stepped before him and he felt the sword raising above him. Sulumayan spoke faster. "My Lord, stop this." The two men looked up to see that the situation in the clearing had changed. For every spear, sword, and bow in the clearing there was now a young white-robed woman clinging closely to the armoured soldier. The women nuzzled into the necks of the soldiers, stroked their arms and nibbled on the muscles standing out on their forearms as they gripped their weapons of war. The maidens hiked up their robes and guided the free hands of the soldiers up to the wet, furry warmth of their centres, cooing with encouragement as the fingers responded by exploring their sensitive lips. One-by-one the soldiers dropped their weapons, turning the attention of their strong hands and swelling members to the delicate pleasures of the flesh. Each woman lay down and opened herself to be mounted. Not a single one was refused. Only one woman remained standing, supremely beautiful as she stepped toward the king and the druid. "You must stop this," she repeated. "My Queen!" the king gasped. "What is this? How can you ask me to stop after what he has done to you? What are the temple maidens doing here? They must unhand my men at once!" The queen smiled wryly. "It appears, My King, that your men have their hands all over the daughters of the Great Mother. But I was not speaking to you. I am pleading my Lord Sulumayan to stop his incantation. The powers he would summon would be an end to all of us and this entire forest." The whimpers and grunts of manhood claiming the entrance of women filled the clearing. All around the king, queen and Sulumayan were men driving their bodies between the upraised welcoming legs of the white-robed maidens. The women ran their slender fingers over their prey, giving encouraging squeezes to the flexing biceps and buttocks that worked to conquer the salivating centres of womanhood. Sulumayan did hold his incantation on the final word, his entire being thrumming with the pent up power of the spell he would release. He was dizzy from the loss of blood and his exertions. He felt even older than his ancient years. Gently, the queen grasped his arm and helped him to his feet. "My Lord, you must rest in the pool." Sulumayan stepped to the edge of the rock pool at a spot where the moss draped over the edge and touched the water itself. Lifting his robes, he sat and rested his feet in the water. He sighed as the cool water soothed his sore feet, and the chill wicked up his body to dispel the heat of the high summer sun. He lay back, his feet resting in the pool. Dizzyness overwhelmed him. The water began to lap at his legs, swirling around his calves. The hairs on his legs roused as small tendrils of water explored higher up his legs, igniting his nerves and sending a delightful shiver up his spine. As he looked down he could see the water soaking his robes, and in the rock pool, he saw a beautiful woman's face. She smiled at him, her lips curling in a slow, purposeful curve that sent his heart racing. Wind ripped at the tree tops far overhead. The men all around Sulumayan grunted away at their prizes, oblivious to the storm gathering around them. The women writhed and cried out as their sexes lathered the pulsing full-blooded members plunging into their slick canals. Each man twitched as he finally released his seed. The clearing echoed with the cries of men in the throes of their sowing. The queen knelt worriedly beside Sulumayan, stroking his cheek. "My Lord," she said insistently, "please, My Lord, control the power you have summoned!" The king stepped toward the rock pool, raising his sword. "Stand aside and I'll end this!" "No!" The queen shrieked, forestalling the king with an outstretched hand. "He alone must dispel the power, and correctly, but I fear he may die soon, and then we will all be destroyed." She looked beseechingly at the king. "Run! Take your men and go!" The king grimaced as he stared at Sulumayan lying in the rock pool, blood staining the druids robes and the rocks and beginning to leak into the water. Finally he turned to his men. "Run!" He bellowed. "Run for your lives!" The tired men were jerked to life by the fear of their king and they pulled their sopping members free, still pulsing with the last deposits of their juices, hastily grabbed their weapons, and ran. The queen held Sulumayan up so he could look into the rock pool. The face inside smiled at him and he felt peace wash over him. He sank a little further into the rock pool, feeling the water rise up to his chest. He distinctly felt a hand in the water, trailing up his thigh and exciting his flesh. His manhood twitched in a way it had not in a long time without the aid of his powers. He heard a voice and recognized the voice that had spoken to him in the cave. "Do you feel me, Sulumayan?" He sucked in a breath as the hand worked higher up his thigh. "Yes," he answered. "I feel you touching me." "Ah, but do you feel me?" Sulumayan opened his eyes and saw the treetops high above him, waving furiously in the storm raging overhead. It was small at first, just the faintest tingle far away, like the tickle of an insect crawling on his furthest toe. As he stared more at the trees and tried to focus on the tingle it grew, feeling like a breath crossing his leg and making the hairs stand erect atop his goosepimpled flesh. Each gust tearing at the leaves caressed his leg. He gasped. "I do! I do feel you. It is incredible." Rain lashed down and Sulumayan felt it all over him, delighting in the cleansing coolness that reminded him of a women's soft gasp on the damp skin of his neck. His Self For Great Mother He felt it all. He felt the intense energy of life and death dancing over his skin. He felt the raging heat of his inner core and the cold press of nothingness beyond it all. He shivered at the naughty nibble of lightning on his skin and delighted in the rasp of continental plates shifting across each other, like a hand scratching his back. "You feel us. I have waited long for you to come to me. Now give yourself to me." Sulumayan stared hard at the trees and pushed gently with the power he had summoned. The trees bent, blown amok by his energy. He felt the wash of wind as a ripple along his leg. He heard the voice giggle. "That feels delicious, my love. Now feel this." The water around him churned white. He cried out as his entire body was kissed, licked, stroked and pressed against in pure needful lust. Giving back, he reached into the clouds and brought rain down to the land, kissing every acre of soil he could reach and felt her writhe in delight with his touch. The delicious surge began within him and he knew he would soon be lost. The boiling started deep within his loins and he was vaguely aware of the ground trembling around the rock pool. Channeling the water into a deep vortex around him, he found that the rock pool was quite deep. Swirling the water faster and faster he thrust deeper into the pool, churning its depths with his needful energy. "Yes, my love, give yourself into me." He sank deeper into the spinning well of water, never quite reaching the bottom of its welcoming recess before he completely lost himself and his power slipped from him in one sharp explosion, sucking the last ounces of his consciousness and spurting out into the depths. The water stopped spinning in the rock pool and splashed outwards, sending a swath of spray into the clearing and soaking the gathered circle of women. A deep, lingering rumble of thunder grumbled across the sky as the wind died away and the rain petered out. Stillness finally returned to the forest and Sulumayan was nowhere to be seen. The queen turned to the women picking themselves up off the forest floor. "Daughters of the Great Mother," she proclaimed, "She is sated at last!" His Servant Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warnings: Slash, incest, slave fic, bdsm Rating: FRAO Author: Vinsmouse Summary: A discovery made by Luke leads to a change in the relationship between the Duke boys. His Servant Chapter 1 Luke reached into his drawer for clean socks, cursing when there were none to be found. "One of these days Bo," he mumbled, pulling open his cousin's sock drawer. In his anger he pulled it too hard, dumping the contents on the floor. Irritated with himself now, he kneeled and began to gather the socks back up. "What the hell?" Picking up the sheaf of papers that had been stapled together, he could hardly believe the drawing he was looking at. Though he wanted to deny it, there was no doubt the man in the drawing was his cousin. He blushed at the position Bo was in. Flipping through the pages, he saw more drawings, as well as words describing the surprising fantasy life his younger cousin had been hiding. His face had twisted in discomfort as he read, but the more he read the more his discomfort turned to desire. By the time he had made it all the way through the homemade booklet, he was half hard with need. He wondered if his cousin really wanted this or was it only a fantasy? "One way to find out," he told himself. With both Uncle Jesse gone for a few days visiting cousin Kate and Daisy at work for the night, it was a perfect opportunity. Quickly he put everything back in the drawer, sliding it back into the dresser. Twisting the knob on the bedroom door, he pulled it open, and headed towards the sound of singing, which told him Bo was in the shower. Stepping into the small room, he stood leaning against the door, watching Bo's outline through the shower curtain. He said nothing, made no sound, he only waited. Soon his patience was rewarded, the water stopped and the curtain was flung back, revealing his cousin, water dripping off his hard body. "Luke?" Bo asked. He was confused by the look he saw on his cousin's face. He had always been able to read Luke, knew every expression he had, but he'd never seen this one. "Is it true?" Luke pushed himself away from the door and headed for the tub, much like a tiger stalking its prey. Bo swallowed, "Is what true?" "The pictures and words I found in your dresser," Luke clarified. "Is that what you want?" Bo dropped his head, his face turning beet red. He had never wanted anybody to find out about that, especially not Luke. He considered lying to the older man, but he couldn't do it. He had never been able to lie to his cousin and something told him that this time lying would be the worst thing he could do. He nodded. "I can't hear you," Luke snapped. "Yes," Bo managed to force past dry lips. "Are you sure?" "Yes." Bo wondered where Luke was going with this, why he wanted to know. "Have you ever been with anybody in that way?" "No, not exactly something you can ask about," Bo tried to joke. Luke smirked, "No, guess it isn't." He stepped closer, until his legs were pressed against the side of the tub. "Did you have anybody in particular in mind?" A satisfied smile bloomed on his face at his cousin's slow nod. "Who?" he asked, his voice smooth and commanding. "You," Bo admitted, almost as if he were being compelled. Luke turned and walked towards the door. Bo gasped, "No...please Luke, don't leave." Luke smiled, stopping at the door and locking it. Turning to face the younger man, he ran his eyes over him, coldly assessing him. "Get on your knees," he calmly ordered. It took a moment for Bo's brain to catch up with what was happening. When it did, he hit his knees and waited. As he moved towards the tub, Luke loosened his belt, the snap on his jeans, the sound of his zipper lowering was loud in the quiet room. Standing next to the tub, once again, he pushed his jeans down, taking his boxers with them. "Suck me, show me that you deserve to be mine." Bo needed no further invitation. Leaning forward he slowly drew his cousin's cock into his mouth. Eagerly, if not skillfully, he sucked and licked, his hands coming up to fondle Luke's balls. He had never done this before, but he knew what he liked and he did his best to give the man in front of him as good as he'd ever received himself. He could never explain where the desire came from; he only knew that he had to please Luke. He had to prove himself worthy of the older man. Luke had received more skillful blow jobs in his life. A lot of them, but never had any girl so eagerly tried to please him. For them it had always been a way to avoid real sex and the risk of pregnancy. He could tell, in the way Bo held himself, the almost desperate flick of his tongue as he sucked, that the boy wanted nothing more than to please him, to be accepted. Perhaps it was that eagerness, or maybe it was just the knowledge that Bo was willing to give up all control to him, whatever it was, Luke came faster and harder than he ever had before. Breathing heavily, he stepped back from the tub. Now came the real test. "Stand up." Bo stood, his hands instinctively moving to cover his own hard cock from Luke's sight. He yelped when his hand was slapped, not from pain so much as surprise. "Don't ever hide from me," Luke calmly explained. "Would you like to cum?" "Yes Luke," Bo whispered, his hand already moving towards his cock. "No," Luke snapped, freezing him in his tracks. "You haven't earned the right to cum yet. Turn the cold water on and get rid of that," he ordered him, nodding towards his erection. Bo swallowed, but he knew he had to obey. Without a word he reached for the curtain, stopping when Luke told him to leave it open. Nodding, he turned on the cold water. Standing under the freezing water, he shivered as the cold spray did its job. As soon as his cock wilted, he gratefully turned the water off. "May I dry off Luke?" "Yes you may," Luke smiled, pleased by the request. "I'll be in our bedroom, join me as soon as you're dry." Bo walked into the bedroom a couple of minutes after Luke. "Kneel." Luke smiled, walking over to Bo and running his fingers through his hair, "Good boy. We need to establish some guidelines if I am to accept you as mine. First, unless we are with people who don't know what you are, you will refer to me as master, do you understand?" Bo trembled, he could hardly believe his fantasies were coming true. "Yes master," he quietly replied. "If I accept you it won't be only in the bedroom. You will belong to me at all times, in every way. This means, you will obey any order I give you, whether it involves mucking Maudine's stall or sucking another man's cock. Ah, ah, don't speak yet. When I'm done, if you don't feel like you can handle my rules nothing more will happen and we will continue on as we were before. However, if you do accept my rules and become mine, you will remain mine until I decide I no longer want you, do you understand?" Bo nodded, he was too overwhelmed to speak. Luke decided to let the lack of a verbal response slide, for now. "Now, if we are around people who don't know what you are you will still obey me, though you will be permitted to pretend to argue for the sake of appearances. You said you had never experienced any of the things you'd fantasized about, yet you seem to know quite a bit, how is that?" "I found an adult store in Atlanta master. I've been there a few times, looked at the things they have, read some of the porn they have there." "Really? What did you find that you'd like to try?" Bo shuddered, would he really get to try some of the things he'd seen? "I think I'd like to try being whipped master. I've played with my nipples when I'm jacking off, pinching them real hard and it feels good master," he admitted with a red face. Luke chuckled, "So you think you'll like pain slave?" "Yes master," Bo truthfully replied. "We shall see," Luke smirked. "That does bring up another rule, you are not allowed to jack off or cum without my permission. In fact I think it would be best if you didn't even get hard without my permission. Do you know if there's anything to help with that slave?" "Yes master. I saw them at the store, they're called cock cages. When a slave wears one, he can still piss but his cock can't get erect. The ones I saw had locks so that only a slave's master can release his cock from its cage." "Interesting, put that on the list, along with a whip." "I haven't got a pencil or paper master," Bo pointed out. Luke smacked his head. "Keep the list in your head slave. If you forget anything you will be punished. Now, I believe I'd like to be able to restrain you so put cuffs on the list as well. Oh and a collar and leash of course. Is there anyway to keep you from cumming, aside from the cage pet?" Bo smiled, a warm feeling growing in his belly at the term. "Yes master, it's called a cock ring. If I have one on, I'll get hard but can't cum until you let me master." Luke nodded, making note of the pleased look on Bo's face when he called him pet. "Add that to the list pet. I suppose that's all for the list. Anything else I'll decide on when I see what they have." Moving to stand in front of Bo, he reached down, placing his fingers under the blond's chin, tilting his head back. "Do you accept you position as mine pet? Will you serve me whenever I say, however I say?" Bo licked his lips. It was a big commitment, but he had wanted this for so long. He had never thought he would find somebody willing to claim him, the fact it was Luke was even better as he'd thought him completely out of his reach. "Yes master." Luke smiled, "Is it true that you've never been with a man pet?" "Yes master." "I suppose I'll need to take my time with you then. I don't want to damage that fine ass too much." "Master, if I may?" Bo timidly requested permission to speak. "Yes pet?" "I saw these things at the store, they're called butt plugs. They have different sizes, the idea is they're supposed to stretch your slave and keep him ready for fucking at all times." Luke smiled, "Add them to the list pet." "Yes master." "Still, I'm sure it'll take a few days at least before you will be stretched enough to fuck. Guess that means you'll be getting lots of practice at sucking cock, because I'm not going to go without relief." "Yes master," Bo grinned. "Get dressed pet, I want a beer and Daisy will wonder what's wrong if we don't show up at the Boar's Nest." "Yes master," Bo stood up and quickly got ready. "Master, what are we going to do about the girls that are gonna want to dance?" "Dance with them of course pet, however, for every girl you dance with you will receive two swats on your bare ass. For every girl you kiss, you will receive three. Make sure you keep track." Bo swallowed back his urge to argue the unfairness of the order. He had agreed to give Luke absolute control over him, that meant he had no right to holler unfair now, "Yes master." Luke smiled, he was pleased his slave wasn't arguing, but was rather accepting his position. He had never had a slave himself, but he'd known a man in the Marines who had. Because of his friend, he had known about the things Bo had told him, well most of them, but he had wanted to know what the blond knew. Now that he did, he could start playing with him, training him, testing his limits and turning him into the best slave he could be. TBC Hope y'all liked this first chapter. 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