Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 22:24:56 -0800

From: The Satyr <the.satyr@gmail.com>

Subject: Stag God is Born, Chapter 4 & 5

This story is (c) The Oaken Satyr, 2004

A Stag God is Born

- A Tale of Old Gods

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Chapter Four

Ashlan lay on his side, his eyes squeezed closed as Uncle Artemi drove

his cock deep into the lad's guts. Artemi's strong hand kept the boy's

nicely muscled leg raised high, keeping the hole perfectly positioned

to allow his uncle to ravage his ass. Artemi's grip was painful, but

not as painful as the hard, thick cock that pistoned in and out of his

raw ass, its thickness stretching the hole, its length battering his

insides.

Ashlan whimpered and tried to pull away and his uncle shifted both of

their weight slightly, bearing down and using his greater bulk to

force his cock deeper yet into his nephew's hole. Ashlan shuddered and

stopped fighting it.

"There's a boy. You like my cock in your hole, don't you? You like
Uncle Ashemi's fat prick puncturing you, driving deep into you. You

want my seed, boy? Do you want it?"

Their breathing came raggedly, and Artemi began to buck and shudder,

spending himself in Ashlan's raw hole. Artemi collapsed onto Ashlan

heavily, draping his arm and leg over the lad's side, leaving his cock

thickly wedged in his nephew.

"Gods. You are a fine, fine fuck, m'boy," Artemi breathed into his

ear. Artemi's lovemaking had become less violent and more passionate

in the weeks since his first rape. Artemi visited Ashlan nearly every

night, and when he didn't visit him, Ashlan knew it was because he was

being serviced by the orc Imbru -- if his uncle's pained movements the

next day were any indication.

"You know," Artemi said, his voice low and tickling in Ashlan's ear,

as he peered over the Ashlan's shoulder, looking at his nephew's angry

red cock. "You've become quite a big lad lately. Your muscles are

filling out quickly -- here I was afraid that your visits to the guards

were for an extra fuck. I'll have to commend them on their

weapons-training -- it's benefits are showing.

"But as for that cock, lad, you might want to finish it off. You

needn't wait until I'm gone, you know. Milk your cock, Ashlan."
Ashlan simply shook his head and pulled away from his uncle, who

gasped as his cock was dislodged from the lad's ass. He sat up on the

edge of his bed and reached for the cup of water he kept there, and

the small towel to wipe away the slime from between his buttocks.

"I don't do that, uncle," he said. Artemi looked askance at him, and

Ashlan turned around to face him, sitting crosslegged on the bed, his

cock at his uncle's eye-level. "I don't milk my cock. I mean, I used

to, before we....before things changed, but I don't anymore."

Artemi snorted and sat up, nervously looking away from the boy's rampant

member.

"Well, don't look to me to help you, boy. I don't do that." Ashlan

arched a brow at his uncle, who glared at the boy, daring him to say

anything about the orc.

"Besides, what the hell are you saving it for, anyway?" Artemi said,

rising and throwing his robe around himself. He opened the door and

glanced back at Ashlan, who was still leaning against the headboard of

his bed, his cock rapidly losing tumescence. With a shake of his head,

Artemi left.

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Chapter Five

"You shouldn't let him ride your ass that way, boy. He uses you like

you were a cheap whore."

"Who, my uncle?"

"No, that filth of a guard," Imbru snarled, glancing over Ashlan's

shoulder to where he knew the guard waited. "I'm not privy to your

uncle's use of your ass."

Ashlan shrugged.

"Bragg only fucks me that hard because I'm my uncle's blood. He wishes

my ass were Artemi's, he hates my uncle so much. He abuses my uncle

through me," he said. Imbru chuckled -- the boy had insight. There were

other signs, as well.

"Your body is becoming stronger. You're taller, and building muscle

quickly -- how are you strengthening yourself? You don't show the

callouses of farm or sword work."

Again, Ashlan shrugged. Imbru had come to recognize that as the boy's

most common gesture.

"I'm doing nothing," he said in something of a bored voice. "My

uncle's noticed that I'm getting bigger, too. Sometimes I wake up and

my muscles hurt, as though I'd been lifting things all day, or working

hard. But I don't do anything."

Imbru's brow creased, narrowing his eyes. Could it be?

"Tell me about your dreams, boy." Ashlan settled his back against the

same wall that Imbru was against. In the weeks since they'd begun

talking, the boy had taken to sitting as close to the hefty orc as he

could, and the looks of lust in his occasional side-long glances were

plain, but Imbru always rebuffed Ashlan's slightest advance.

The lad wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knee.

"I'm running. I think I'm naked. I know that I have a massive, painful

hard-on, at the very least, and I'm running in a forest. I can feel

tree branches and vines whip against me as I run, especially against

my legs and cock. It stings, but is exciting, too."

"Tell me what you look like, Ashlan."

"Well," he seemed hesitant. "I'm not sure. Sometimes I look down, and

I am very tall, I think. Very big. My arms are massively muscled, and

there are tattoos."

"What kind of tattoos?"

"Spirals, and circles and all manner of curves."

"They're blue, aren't they?" Ashlan raised his head suddenly, looking

suspiciously at Imbru.

"How did you know that?"

"Never mind that -- not yet. How about your head? Does it feel different?"

"Tell me how you knew that, Imbru."

"The time isn't right, boy." Ashlan leaned in closer, his eyes

narrowed. Then, suddenly, he planted his lips over the mouth of the

orc, his tongue licking Imbru's tusks, probing into his black-lipped

mouth. With a sudden burst of motion, Imbru pushed the boy backward,

forcing him onto his back. In a flash, the boy's legs were arched and

spread, and Imbru's impressive erection burst from his loinwrap and

pressed against Ashlan's nethers, separated only by the thin cloth of

Ashlan's breeches. Imbru forced the boy to the floor with one hand on

his chest and another covered his mouth.

The silence was almost painful, as Ashlan's body writhed against

Imbru's in obvious need, while Imbru looked down on the boy with the

same disdain he gazed on those he'd defeated in combat.

"You aren't worthy, little human," Imbru sneered, pushing himself to

his feet to stand above the boy. He stepped away from the boy and

tucked his member away, back into his loinwrap. "I told you. You don't

get my seed, until you face me in battle. And lose. And the only way

you mount me, pup, is if you beat me in battle.

"We're done here. Go away."

Ashlan stood, angry and called for the guard. Old Bragg wandered down

the hall, whistling casually, keys in hand. He unlocked the door and

let Ashlan out, while watching Imbru carefully. The boy stepped out,

watched the guard lock the door and then pressed himself against the

guard, reaching around and grasping a handful of the man's thick

crotch.

"Ohho," Bragg chuckled. "Want a bit more before you go, do you?"

Imbru watched as the two of them retreated up the corridor and

hurriedly stripped out of their breeches. Ashlan pushed the guard to

the small wooden stool and then squatted over his thick cock, pushing

his ass down until the crooked head of the guard's member was lodged

in his ass. Then, with a violent urgency, he slammed his ass down,
forcing the cock deep inside himself and began to ride the older man,

who seemed pleased, if somewhat surprised, by the attention.

Imbru nodded, with a small smile on his lips. It was true, then. It

was only a matter of time. And a matter of seed.

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As usual, comments and feedback greatly welcomed. Thanks to all those

who commented on the first chapter, and hope to hear from you guys

again.

Regards,

The Satyr

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