Bra-Ian and the Ancient krill
A young warrior gets the tables turned on him by his slave!
Bra-Ian and the Ancient Krill
A few years ago I wrote a story called “Taking Tabor”. It proved to be popular and was included in my book of similarly themed tales entitled: “Under the Big Top”. ( That book and my others can be found on Amazon.com so there is no need to write to me asking where to find it*>)At the end that story I mentioned the character of Bra-Ian who was the king’s second in command. Until now I never thought to compose a sequel but thanks to the inspiration of Herodotus I decided to give the sequel a whirl. His illustrations on Tabor got my ideas flowing. I hope while reading this something flows for you as well *>). I will admit the ending is a bit out there and honestly I am not endorsing such activities, which hold no interest for me, but the story seemed to flow logically to it. I hope I caused no offense and promise this was a one shot thing. Enjoy. All rights reserved and you must be over eighteen to read this!
Dedicated with my humble respect to that artist :
Bra-Ian swaggered into his chambers with a smug look of satisfaction on his handsome face. It had been another glorious campaign with his leader Tabor. As the second in command of their victorious army he was eager to attend the banquet tonight with his fellow officers and his leader to celebrate their victory today over the last city of the Krill nation. Quickly he shed his armor and protective under gear. He stretched his naked six-foot three-inch frame trying to loosen out the knots caused by his exertions in the battle. As he did the well-built taut defined muscles of his torso rippled under his skin. He took in his image in the nearby mirror proud not only of his powerful defined manly physique but also the long blonde pleated braid that hung from behind of his head to end at the small of his back. For him and his people that braid was the symbol of his manhood. Short hair was for women and boys. Bra-Ian had started to grow his braid when he turned fourteen. Now ten years later it embodied, for him, the very essence of his masculinity and military prowess.
"I see my master is tense,’ a voice said behind him.
Bra-Ian turned to see his Krill servant cringing in the corner of the bedchambers with the young fighter’s two large dogs. “Just like you Krill’s to hide in the shadows like the pathetic weaklings you are,” he replied to the diminutive dark skinned old man whom Bra-Ian had recently acquired as his property. The proud warrior took in a deep breath and glared with contempt at his slave. A thought came to him and his green eyes flickered in amusement at the elderly man. “Yes, I exhausted myself killing your kind today.” He smirked.
The darker man said nothing yet Bra-Ian knew his words had struck home. “A massage might help that Sire,” the ancient man suggested softly as he rose. As he did so the massively built dogs got up as well.
“Down boys,” Bra-Ian yelled loudly at them letting them know from his harsh tone he was their master. The dogs growled but obeyed. Their bred was never truly tame and only the force of Bra-Ian’s personality kept them in line. He realized that they were particularly excited this week because they were in heat. Bra-Ian took cruel delight in knowing that fact and their helplessness to do anything about satisfying their urges until he permitted it. Resentment but compliance flashed in their eyes.
Bra-Ian nodded in smug satisfaction as he reached down with his strong hand casually brushing against his lengthy and thick uncut cock to scratch his low full nut-sack. He directed his gaze at the Krill. “A massage might a good idea at that.” He replied as he sauntered to his bed. As he walked with confident athletic grace his long braid swung to and fro like a pendulum; its pleated end lightly flicking across the top of the young fighters high fully round dimpled buttocks.
“I’ve prepared special oils master,” the slave muttered submissively as he approached the now fully prone secondary chieftain. “They will relax you Sire.” As he spoke he gently moved Bra-Ian braid and poured some of his potion onto the broad back of the strapping fighter. The oils quickly ran downward running from Bra-Ian well-built shoulders and impressively flared side muscles to form a small river in the valley created along his spinal column before gently flowing into the hollow area at the beginning of Bra-Ian’s upturned round butt.
“Do not get that liquid on my braid old man.” Bra-Ian growled lowly as his body eased itself on his bed. He extended his long tapered legs out eager now to release the tension in them as well. “You should be grateful I even let you touch my body.” He sighed as he felt the strong fingers of his slave begin massaging him. “Especially the privilege I just permitted by letting your Krill fingers touch my braid!” As the old man worked Bra-Ian experienced a slightly disorientating sensation. “Yes, I needed this,” he muttered ignoring these initial sensations. Soon his breathing took on a rhythmic pattern as his muscles relaxed under the touch of the old Krill. “Yes…I need…this,” he mumbled as his concentration lost its focus.
“I agree you do need this and so much more Sire,” The old Krill hissed as he worked the oils into the pores of the reclining youthful warrior strong back muscles while taking note of how relaxed Bra-Ian was becoming.
Bra-Ian’s upper body was soon shining in oils. He sighed and stretched out further surrendering to the pleasure of the man’s touch on his chiseled frame. “This is fantastic,” he slurred. All at once, a strangely erotic tingling washed over him. To his surprise he sensed that he was becoming aroused. “Maybe we should stop,” he moaned as he felt his growing erection press onto the rough sheets under him.
“We have only just begun,” the smaller man quietly replied as he worked more oils onto Bra-Ian body. Then, without warning the ancient Krill moved down to pour his lotion onto each of Bra-Ian’s well-formed thighs. With steady sensual strokes he kneaded the youthful warrior’s firmly developed legs. His strong fingers first pressed and rolled Bra-Ian’s calves before proceeding upward to stroke and manipulate the powerful thigh muscles of the prone man. Soon his hands were touching the sensitive inner thigh area of Bra-Ian’s legs. The effect of this activity on the fighter was instantaneous.
“Detora,” Bra-Ian hissed invoking the name of his chief god as he realized that now he was fully erect. As the fingers of the Krill moved ever upward toward this area of his upper legs his fingers casually brushed up against Bra-Ian’s nut sack. As he did so, a jolt of arousal blasted into Bra-Ian. “Oh by the gods,” the now fully relaxed fighter moaned as unconsciously he squirmed his hips grinding them downward onto the rough sheets while his breathing intensified.
“You are enjoying this I hope,” The Krill whispered as his fingertips lightly played with the fine wiry blonde fuzz that lightly covered Bra-Ian’s balls.
“Uh huh,” the warrior answered softly without thinking. He spread his powerful thighs apart permitting the Krill fuller access to the pouch that held his juices. “Oh by the gods,” he hoarsely replied. No one had ever touched him there so sensually and no woman had ever given him such a jolt of arousal. Something in him told him he should stop acting this way in front of the Krill. Yet, the stimuli were so intoxicating he didn’t want it to end. His mind fought as two desires battled for control. On one hand he knew it was demeaning to allow this old man to fondle the source from which would spring his future children; on the other hand the erotic charges that were growing in intensity inside him somehow felt more compelling. One of the Krill’s fingers began tracing the ribbed line that ran across the young man’s nuts. Bra-Ian’s muscular body quaked in delight. “Oh yes,” he wheezed as he extended his legs farther. He realized he was behaving shamelessly and with an effort he blocked out the pleasure. “We will stop,” he said weakly even as his hips wiggled and humped gently onto the surface of the bed to continue stimulating his cock.
“No we will not!” The slave replied in a commanding manner.
“What did you say?” Bra-Ian asked shocked by the authoritative tone that was applied by his slave and even more amazed that not only was he was accepting such verbal abuse being used on him he was also experiencing an unfamiliar sensation of arousal because of it.
“We are not done.” The Krill replied sharply. "But we should alter your position bit so raise your lower body upward using just your knees. Kept your head down though and, once you are up, I want those legs spread wide so I can work some of my lotion around your anal opening.
“You want me to do what!” Bra-Ian said in shock now both at this obscene suggestion and how he had still not taken disciplinary actions toward the Krill. The thought that this slave would order him about and expect, no demand, that he expose such an intimate area to his touch was outrageous and yet, Bra-Ian experienced another surge of heat in his erection accompanied by a sensation of overwhelming surrender growing inside him.
“I said up with this arse,” the Krill yelled as he, without warning, slapped Bra-Ian’s well-formed butt.
“EEEEEOOOOWWW,” the younger stronger man yelped as the initial pain hit his rump. The dogs raised their heads and their ears flicked forward. Part of him was enraged that this slave would dare subject him to such assault yet; the pain triggered another desire to submit to it.
“Up on your haunches,” the Krill continued commanding as he now rained a series of well placed blows to Bra-Ian’s exposed arse.
“Ow my arse,” Bra-Ian bawled in pain as he struggled to raise his rump. His knees tangled in the sheets impeding his movements upward. The only thoughts in him now were to obey.
“Get up,” the smaller man laughed as he struck harder.
“Yes please stop I’m trying” Bra-Ian whined submissively. The desperate unfamiliar urges to obey this weaker man took hold over him as he freed his legs from the entangled sheets and rapidly raised his rump upward while also spreading his legs apart to expose his hard cock to full view. They both knew that in the young warrior’s culture such a public display of sexual arousal was considered to be shameful yet, Bra-Ian couldn’t will himself to soften. “Oh,” he rasped in disgrace burring his face in the bed’s coverings ashamed both by his submissive compliance in meekly obeying while thus humiliating himself and not wanting his slave to see his tears. His sculpted torso now resembled a triangle with his pinked arse as it pinnacle.
“A few more instructive slaps are called for perhaps so next time you will be a good boy and just do as you are told,” the old man hooted gleefully as he took in the fiery redness of the once smug warrior’s rear. “Now tell me you will be a good boy,” the old man smirked as he proceeded to further beat Bra-Ian’s rounded butt cheeks.
WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.WHACK.
“Owwwww. My arse. Owwwww. I’ll be good a good boy.” The young man screeched as his slave repeatedly spanked him as if he was merely naughty child and not the proud fearless warrior who was second in command of a conquering army. “Ow.Ow.Ow. I promise I’ll be a good boy,” he repeated. By now Bra-Ian was weeping pathetically into the sheets. The horror of what was done to him and how he had reacted seeped into his brain and, to his amazement, his erection grew stronger.
“Now we apply the lotion,” the old man chuckled as he poured his mixture over the young man’s rounded cheeks while letting them slowly move downward between them toward the pink rosy chute of his “master.”
“Oh Detora,” Bra-Ian moaned as the cool liquid soothed his heated rump. He lifted his head slightly to look backward between his open thighs and saw that he was still rock hard. He also saw the grinning face of the Krill and another surge of degradation hit him causing his erection to lewdly bob and wave in response.
“Still aroused aren’t we,” the ancient man teased as he reached out to tap Bra-Ian’s stiff pole reveling in the look of mortification that came to the smug fighter’s face.
“I…I…” Br-Ian sputtered at the horror of exposing his erection to his slave. Even as he thought this, another wave of docility enfolded him. Part of him wanted nothing more than to succumb to the Krill’s every command. This idea disgusted yet on some other level comforted him. An inner conflict was on and until one side prevailed he discovered he was incapable of physical resistance. Little did he realize that by his inaction he was aiding one side in the war. The Krill began rubbing Bra-Ian’s rump using swirling sensual motions that soon had the younger man wiggling under these new pleasurable stimulations to his bruised posterior. “Oh by my gods,” he gasped as he sensed his mind breaking. Still the touch of the man on his rear continued until he hoarsely cried out a loud: “Fuck.” To compound this further humiliation his rod started to leak pre-cum. “Why is this happening?” He gasped as his taut body swayed and itched to these, for him, unmanly activities.
“A special herbal oil we of the Krill have developed,” the elderly man replied with a sneer. “It renders its victims mentally compliant and, thanks to another additive, fully aroused by such compliance.” The Krill then reached out and gently rubbed the younger man’s dimpled cheeks carefully massaging in more of the oils along it’s redden surface area. As he did so another cascading surge of sexual stimulation coupled with overpowering docility engulfed Bra-ian. “You see how pleasant this is though,” the once humble slave instructed as he let his hand slip between the fighter’s cheeks to trace the progress of the slick lotion to the sensitive never touched region that formed the young man’s anal chute opening.
“Aw god,” Bra-Ian grunted as he felt the finger of the old man lewdly trace the ring area of his hole. “King Tabor will kill you for doing this to me,” he muttered as the sensuality of this activity throbbed throughout his cock. He saw that his manhood was now copiously dripping. A long pearly string had emerged from his cock-head’s slit and was even now slowly dripping to the surface between his powerful legs.
The ancient dark-skinned man let out a gleeful hoot. “Tabor,” he snorted in distain. “Why he too is undergoing this “massage” by my fellow countryman, as is each of Tabor’s officer staff. By now your buff arrogant leader must be whining in surrender.”
“No.” Bra-Ian groaned as he contemplated his muscular closest friend and leader squirming as he was under the touch of another Krill like some bitch in heat. The image of the brawny youthful Tabor succumbing sexually to another Krill only increased his own erotic frenzy. By now beads of sweat were appearing on his brawny torso while his breathing deepened. An itch came to his butt-hole that drove him crazy to explode. “I need to cum!” He excitedly yelped as his balls churned to release the buildup of juices it now experienced. He raised his head fully upward gulping in air to try and steady this pounding urge to climax. Nearby the dogs observed all this and stirred more. Their mouths opened and their tongues hung out as their panting matched the similar sounds emanating from Bra-Ian.
The Krill slowly moved his fingers downward and started lightly flicking Bra-Ian round full sack. The sensation of the small man’s fingertips grazing along this sensitized area once more drove Bra-ian into another realm of consciousness. When suddenly the elderly man grabbed the youthful warrior’s pouch into his grip and squeezed it the effect was instantaneous.
“YESSSS!” Bra-Ian squealed submissively as his now forcefully constricted balls sent a wave of juices into his pulsating erection. He gasped as he lost any semblance of control over his body. His head and upper body rose and his waist jerked forward and down as he proceeded to ejaculate spraying onto the sheets between his legs. He had barely finished when the Krill squeezed the younger man’s pouch again causing Bra-Ian to cry out while squirting another wad of hot creamy jism. “AWWW YESSS,” he roared as the dogs hearing him began their own light howling. “Fuck you’re milking my nuts,” he huffed.
“Milking you huh like a cow right my boy?” the Krill said mockingly as he roughly continued to yank and squeeze on Bra-ian nuts driving a series of creamy blasts out from the quivering hunk’s nuts. “Go on sound like a cow.” He teased as another spurt of jism from the fighter went forward to plop against the under-jaw of the mighty warrior.
Without thinking the ejaculating arrogant Bra-Ian raised his head and bellowed one prolonged, “MMMMOOOO,” before collapsing forward in exhaustion. He laid there, his head over the end of the bed, panting in air as the Krill let go of him to move off the bed to come around to face him. The dogs stopped howling and grumbled as the scent of Bra-Ian rutting filled their noses.
"Now it is my turn,’ the old man stated as he stripped and brought his own manhood close to the dazed face of the younger man.
“Turn?” A bleary eyed Bra-Ian replied as he lifted his head allowing the spunk under his chin to fall to the floor. He was helpless now from the effects of the oils and worse, they both knew it. “Your cock,” he said in amazement as he took in at close range the smaller man’s thick lengthy twelve-inch erection. "It’s huge,’ he blurted out.
“Yes, now let us begin your bitching process,” the Krill laughed.
For Bra-Ian this was all going too fast for him to rationally comprehend. “Bitching me?” He mumbled still in a partial fog created in him by both the strain of his recently competed milking and the strong effects of the oil that continued soaking into every pore of his buff frame. As his vision cleared he realized that the Krill’s massive erect cock was now mere inches from his own mouth. “What are you going to do?” He asked wildly as squirmed backward trying to get off the bed.
“Lay still and open wide boy,” the old man hissed as he gruffly grabbed Bra-Ian’s head entwining his each of his hands in the thick side locks of the blonde fighter before yanking his head forward to ram the good-looking young fighter’s face toward his crotch.
“No I couldn’t…No…oomph,” he had begun to protest. Unfortunately his open mouth made entry by the Krill’s erection easier. “Ooommmph,” he heard himself say in muffled tones as the smaller man thrust his engorged manhood deeply into the younger man’s throat. “Stopthhh,” he grunted as the dark skinned man pumped in and out of Bra-Ian’s mouth. By now Bra-Ian found himself impaled on the thick lengthy dick of the other man with his head held steady in the Krill’s firm grip. Savagely the Krill plowed happily away past Bra-Ian lips while the buff young fighter lay fully prone on the bed, his powerful arms and legs flailing about the air uselessly. He was now too much under the influence of the drugged lotion to formulate how to put a stop to this latest defilement. He felt as if he would be smothered on the long tubular pole that violently crammed itself downward inside his throat. “Breath…breath…need to,” he gurgled.
“That right learn how to suck my old wrinkled cock you bitch,” the Krill hooted gleefully watching triumphantly as his ancient manhood orally raped this once proud destroyer of his people. He increased his thrusts using Bra-Ian hair vigorously to pull the latter’s head back and forth on his erection heedless of Bra-Ian’s gargled moans and grunts of objection. By now the bedchamber filled with the young man’s verbal pleas for mercy. “Do it!” the Krill yelled forcefully as he leaned over to deliver a well-placed series of hard slaps to Bra-Ian exposed rump.
“YYYYEEEEOOOOWW,” Bra-Ian blurted out opening his mouth wider to bellow his pain and thus giving more room for the weaker man to push his cock farther inside the warrior’s oral tunnel. The effect that the whacks had on the strapping fighter’s already sore rear combined with the authoritative words from the other man was electric. A cascade of intoxicating surrender took hold of him. His mind stopped any resistance and he began running his tongue along the soft under-shaft of the hard invader of his throat. Soon he was frantically sucking on the Krill. “Ummphh…hummmm,” he shamelessly jabbered as the noises emanating from his oral servicing filled the room and the dogs stirred once more as this new activity struck a cord in their makeup.
I’m sucking my slave’s cock, Bra-Ian silently told himself. I could get up and overpower him but something in me refuses to disobey him, he whined in his brain. And I’m fucking hard as well, he continued to think as he felt the blissful sensation of his own erection down below rubbing on the sheets beneath it. He sucked faster now overwhelmed by his own arousal. On a fundamentally deeper mental level he knew that pleasing this man would please him and he needed to do it. His tongue now bathed and swirled over the meat thrust inside it. With a surprisingly easy effort his body adjusted to sucking off the Krill and soon he as bobbing up and down on the dark rod with easy strokes. As he slobbered on the smaller weaker he humped the mattress lewdly.
The Krill took notice off how this once fearsome & boastful fighter was now meekly giving him a blowjob while his narrow waist was obscenely wiggling and grinding into the sheets under him. It was obvious Bra-Ian was undergoing another arousal and was trying to use the coarse sheets to masturbate him into another ejaculation. The oils were working their usual magic! “You love sucking Krill dick huh boy,” the old man chuckled, “just as I thought you are a true bitch. You are even hard servicing me aren’t you!” A flush of shame came across the handsome young man’s face. He couldn’t deny what his body was telling him. “I’m hardth yes,” he muttered in response to the verbal confirmation the Krill demanded. His cock lurched under him and a fevered craving to serve the Krill flashed throughout his body. “I’th veryth hardth.” He repeated with his dick stuffed mouth heedless of how unmanly his actions had become.
As he continued his ravaging of Bra-Ian mouth the Krill took in the sight of the brawny young soldier’s round tight high buttocks and how they glistened with oil. As Bra-Ian eagerly salivated over his manhood the older Krill also noticed how the fighter’s rear end muscles provocatively clenched and flexed as Bra-Ian pushed harder down onto the sheets trying to intensify the stimulation on his cock! “Time to really make you into a full fledged bitch,” the Krill stated as he quickly released his grip on Bra-Ian’s hair. He pulled out of Bra-Ian’s mouth leaving the young warrior’s head limply hanging over the edge of the bed.
“What’s going to happen now?” Bra-Ian rasped exhausted yet still erect while lying there gasping for air with his tongue out dripping saliva. Even as he asked this the strapping younger man still continued to hump the mattress under him. The Krill took some more oils and jumped up onto the bed scrambling over Bra-Ian defined frame to get behind him.
Eagerly the old man positioned himself between Bra-Ian’s open thighs. He contemplated their long muscled form for a second before swinging his hand sharply downward across Bra-Ian’s rump. “Up now boy,” he stated as he slapped the still pink rear end of his master’.
“Yeow!” Bra-ian squealed as the once macho conqueror quickly obeyed with out complaint. As he shuffled his lower body up his erection re-appeared to view rigidly waving in the air between his tapered well-built thighs. The warrior realized that once again he was exposing his sexual arousal to this person and a flush of shame wafted through him. The effect however only increased his hunger for more brutal treatment from his slave. “Up Sir,” he said unaware of the respectful term he had just used.
The dark-skinned Krill smiled. He was truly breaking Bra-Ian. He recalled how the buff young fighter had swaggered around and demeaned the Krill. Now here he was arse up on his own bed his pale cheeks quivering in heat and his brain undergoing a continuous readjustment into a new self-image.
Gently the Krill poured oils onto Bra-ian rear and rubbed those hard dimpled cheeks. Their firm hardness shivered at his touch.
"Ah god,’ Bra-Ian sighed as the cooling lotion went to work on his butt. He eased his head downward into the mattress.
The Krill slowly flowed the oozing lion’s path between Bra-ian cheeks letting the side of his hand run downward past the fighter’s chute to reach the soft sensitive back area of the blonde man’s pouch. He let his thumb flicker across the place where the younger man’s nuts met the crack of his lower arse.
“Sir,” Bra-Ian meowed as he experienced this new heretofore-untouched erogenous zone. He instinctively spread his legs wider as thrust his upper body lower down muscular haunches to raise his dimpled rump higher for the Krill.
The other man grinned letting himself play with the clearly responsive younger mans pouch area before then bringing his thumb upward to fondle Bra-Ian’s anal entryway. He ran this fingertip along the fighter’s outer ring muscles teasing them with light strokes then watching as they slackened just enough to permit him to casually insert his large thumb through their entryway in order to massage soft linings of Bra-ian anus. A lightly muttered oh’ from Bra-Ian brought a smile to his dark features.
A part of the brawny hero told him he should not allow this anal invasion to occur but the stronger drug induced side of his growing docile sexual nature overruled this entire concept. “No…one…ever…touched me…awww Sir…there,” a fully enflamed Bra-Ian sputtered meekly as he let the Krill start to finger him out. After a few more strokes from the other man the smug second in command soon was sighing and grunting out a series of “ohs” and “ahs” lost in a sea of pure animalistic delight with his legs fully extended outward and his rear end’s chute loose and slickened by the oils.!
The Krill observed the well-built body swaying and wiggling before him. He is ready, the old man thought as he greased his own erection and moved deeper between Bra-Ian’s sturdy thighs to place his hardness at the pinkish virginal & moist hole of the once manly blonde hero who now was shamelessly whimpering like a young maiden.
Bra-Ian, who by now, had drifted off into a semi-disorientated state of mind numbing sensual heat barely registered, at first, the pressing hardness at his rear’s entrance. All at once something rigid pushed into him. “Ugh” he grunted as his butt-hole experienced a burning stretching sensation engulf it. He began to move forward in response.
The Krill however as ready for just such a contingency and he quickly reached forward to grab Bra-Ian braid. He wrapped it around his wrist and yanked it toward him thus snapping the younger man’s head up and halting his forward movement.
“Eeeooww,” Bra-Ian cried out as he neck was strained painfully backward across his shoulders. His powerful torso twitched yet due to the position of his head he couldn’t get away from the man behind him. He sensed the Krill again moving back tightly between his open thighs and the renewal of the hard object inserting itself into his anus. “It hurts Sir,” he wailed as his muscled taller body quaked under the firm control of this older smaller man.
“Easy boy,” he snorted enjoying using Bra-Ian “badge of manhood” as an aid to enable him to start this most unmanning of actions on the buff young soldier. He had compelled Bra-Ian to “moo” like a cow now he was going to break him from a cocky stallion to the status of a brood mare by employing his braided golden tresses to act as a rein on his steed’s ability to move about. “Open wide,” he growled as he thrust his hips roughly into Bra-Ian’s open rear end still pulling the young man’s head back while looping his other free arm to encircle the narrow waist of his enemy to cinch himself in snugly.
“DETORA!!!!!” Bra-Ian bellowed as he felt his butt being penetrated with the Krill’s erection. “NO…DON"T!” he yelped with such force that the dogs rose to pace the room. They saw what was going on, recognized the activity and, grew increasingly excited.
“Yes,” the Krill replied gleefully as he delved his rod inward until he completely stuffed Bra-Ian’s hole. By now the bigger man was screeching and bucking trying to get the older man off him but the Krill had been an expert horseman and he clasped his steeds “reins” and leaned over the broad back of his “mount” to securely hold on. He knew Bra-Ian’s violent activity would quickly tire him and he was patiently enjoying the wait until it did.
“Awww…MY ARSE,” Bra-Ian railed as the knowledge he was being anally taken horrified him to the core of his masculinity. Yet, despite his efforts he could not throw the Krill off his back or compel him by his violent gyrations to remove his cock from Bra-Ian’s guts. As he writhed and pleaded the fiery burn in his butt slowly eased and, to his astonishment, the painful searing soon eased into a comforting heat that triggered sparks of arousal in his churning nuts. Exhausted by his useless efforts he paused in his movements. He stayed still on all fours, his defined muscled torso bathed in perspiration. The Krill loosened the hard backward pull on his braid and Bra-Ian dropped his head panting. As he gulped in air he glanced down and then back between his kegs and saw, to his shame, that his own impressive manhood was erect! “No…it…can’t…be,” He rasped in humiliation. He looked over to the Krill who had also observed the warrior’s erection and was smiling. “Not possible,” Bra-Ian muttered as his self-image as a masculine tough conqueror of others was given a sharp body blow from which it was never to recover.
“Just as I thought,” the old man said mockingly not letting on that it was the oils that were keeping Bra-Ian in a state of perpetual heat. “Preening like a peacock in front of the mirror before while strutting around boasting of your prowess and manhood while all the time secretly a total weak submissive bitch who only needed a real man to reveal to you what you truly are!” As he finished his mental attack on Bra-Ian’s macho self image he cinched his arm tighter around the strapping younger man’s narrow waist and yanked on the braid with his other hand to snap his “steed’s” head sharply back. “Now we ride,” he yelled as he suddenly began thrusting in and out of the younger man’s chute letting his dark fuzzy covered nuts swing forward to repeatedly slap against the back area of the blonde pale-skinned pouch of Bra-Ian.
NOOOO," Bra-Ian howled, as his virginal hole was ripped open while his nut-pouch was slapped around. “NO STOP!” He whined again uselessly as his arse felt the vigorous humping of the Krill. Slowly however the warmth grew in his butt and his own cock twitched in response. “What is going on?” He muttered as a flood of arousal entered his brain. He sensed the Krill’s hand lower itself down his waist then the man’s fingers stroke his cock. The sensation was electrifying “DETORA!” Bra-Ian shouted as an explosion of stimuli engulfed him. “Oh fuck. Ugh.Ugh. Ugh yes,” he grunted as his need to ejaculate combined with the bursts of pleasure the Krill’s fucking was now giving him. He humped wildly with no purpose other than to climax and increase this warmth that washed around inside him. “Fuck. Fuck.” He yelped!
The old Krill grinned as his " mount" clearly signaled that he was now fully engaged in their act of sexual rutting. Soon the two were moving as one as the bedchamber echoed with the sounds of their activities. The massive dogs shook with eagerness barely able to maintain the control they had been ordered to endure by the very man who was currently wiggling his full rounded arse back onto the other man while literally mewing in pleasure.
“Yes Sir,” Bra-Ian shouted shamelessly now intent only to let these sensations enfold him. “Fuck me sir. Oh yes, fuck me sir,” he pleaded as his balls quivered in his sack taking its own delight in the slaps the Krill’s pouch were giving to it. The overload of stimuli finally raced to his cock, which even now was being expertly jerked off by the Krill. “I am cumming sir!” He yelped at last as his strong brawny form went rigid and his butt muscles constricted. He ejaculated repeatedly pouring out his cream without hesitation.
As Bra-Ian’s anal cavity tightened the Krill exploded. “Take my spunk you bitch,” he laughed as his juices raced into the young soldier.
“FUCK!” Bra-Ian responded as he experienced the searing heat of another man’s spunk seeding his once cherry hole. “FFFFUUUCCCKKK!” He screamed as he popped one last load before collapsing onto the surface of the bed with the Krill still in his ass and lying on top of him!
“Bitched you,” the tired Krill said victoriously as he lay on top of the warrior. As he softened he started pulling out of Bra-Ian ravaged arse taking delight in the moans of disappointment that escaped from the sturdy blonde’s full lips as the older man’s dick slipped completely out of him. “Bitched you!” The Krill said once more.
Bra-Ian lay splayed out and thoroughly humiliated on his bed wheezing while streaks of sweat glistened on his prone muscled form. “I’ve been fucked.” He moaned as his mind refoucused. I’ve been fucked by my own Krill slave, he repeated to himself as the shock of what had happened sunk into his brain even as he sensed old man’s spunk oozing out from his ravaged anal cavity. Suddenly he felt his head being jerked up then pulled backward by his hair braid. As his tear filled eyes focused in front of him he saw the face of his defiler smiling at him.
“Well you turned into quite the little bitch didn’t you,” the ancient Krill said in mocking tones as he jerked back hard before then easing up on Bra-Ian’s golden braid causing the younger man’s head to nod in agreement.
Bra-Ian didn’t think it could get worse. This smaller older man had savagely screwed him both anally and orally. Now, instead of taking revenge he was lying ass up on his bed letting this Krill use his symbol of manhood to jiggle his head. He wanted to resist but the more degraded he felt by this the more he lost any will to fight this man. In fact, to his horror, he soon realized his cock was getting hard once more as another now totally familiar sensation of sexual submission took control. “I’m a man Sir,” he whined abjectly startled at the cracking voice that issued from him.
“A man,” the Krill hooted as, without warning, he grabbed a sharp knife from the nearby table. “I see no man!” he continued as he instantly brought the sharp implement to Bra-Ian braid and placed it just below where it was tied off from his skull.
A final flash of horror exploded in the once arrogant warrior. “No not that please Sir,” he whined like a pathetic child even as the Krill hooted and proceeded to sever the braid from Bra-Ian skull. Once his head had been cut loose from his golden plait Bra-Ian’s head snapped back down released from its upright position. The cool air of the bedchamber played about his shorn head. “My braid,” moaned the young fighter as he watched his tears fall to the floor below. “You took away my braid Sir,” he sobbed as his cries echoed in the bedchamber. The dogs, which had been watching this entire action, stood rigidly still on their feet somehow sensing the importance of this event. They detected a tilt in the relationship between the men’s power structure; clearly their master had shifted into a more submissive position. As Bra-Ian bawled they took up their own heated howls. “I’ve been…I’ve been unmanned,” the macho warrior sputtered as he gazed up to take in the sight of the ancient Krill waving the symbol of Bra-Ian’s masculinity before his very eyes. “You have made me into your…” he wailed as he stared at his braid now held triumphantly by the Krill as a symbol of his complete conquest over him. His body tingled again at this further mortification.
“You have been truly bitched boy,” the Krill replied as he reached down to rewrap the severed braid around Bra-Ian’s neck before then tying their ends together to effectively create a golden dog collar around the once proud muscular warrior. " I have taken your manhood from you," he continued saying forcefully. “You have continually exposed your arousal to me, you have sucked my cock and, you have even pathetically whimpered like a woman as your arse was violated. Now you have permitted a weaker smaller man, a KRILL in fact, to strip you of your manly braid!” The old man broke out into a grin. He knew the effect these words were having in demolishing this younger man and felt the thrill of conquest. Now he added the final touch by stating, “lastly, you even were aroused while all this occurred worse, you sprayed this bed with your seed in sexual heat while some all happened!”
“I am…bitched,” Bra-Ian mumbled as the events replayed in his mind. “I am…no …longer…a…man!”
“Now get off my bed.” The ancient man said as he roughly pushed Bra-Ian sideways onto the cold floor. “And stay there up on all fours like the dog you now are,” he snarled taking glee in this further degradation of the stronger younger man. “Ah I see you are still aroused too,” the Krill chuckled as a dejected Bra-Ian gazed between his legs to discover that indeed he was fully erect. A rise of arousal burned anew in his balls.
“I…I…please Sir,” he begged as the last shreds of any mental resistance sunk into a sea of overpowering urges to submit to the old puny man thus triggering another equally powerful craving. “I need…to,” he stammered as he blushed with shame, “to cum again Sir!”
“Well I’m a bit tired but I think the dogs might help you out”. As he spoke these words he silently nodded to the massive animals that slowly circled their former master who was, thanks their scent abilities, in heat. They snarled excitedly in anticipation; their sexual arousal now clearly obvious and on full display.
Bra-Ian took in the dogs’ impressive physical stimulation and flashed a wild-eyed look of terror at the Krill. “No please…can’t Sir. They want to…” he rasped as the first massive dog jumped onto his back to mount his former tormentor from behind.
"“AAAWWWWWWHHHOOOO!!!!” Bra-Ian howled as he experienced this latest anal assault. His rear felt as if it was on fire yet, he also experienced another urge to pop his load as the ravishment progressed. The image of this happening under such circumstances mentally crushed him into a permanent state of submissiveness. The macho proud young conqueror of men had been forever reduced into becoming a pathetic shorthaired bitch that was helpless to object even as his own animals took him for their pleasure, “NNNNOOOO…AWWWWW,” he weakly whimpered as he surrendered to another degrading climax while yelping, “AAAAWWWHHHHOOO!”
“Try not to be too loud as I need my rest before we join my fellow Krills and their new bitches’ at the banquet tonight,” the Krill mocked as the other dog waited patiently for his turn keeping his wet nose posed right in front of Bra-Ian’s handsome agonized face.
“AAAAHHHHHHHOOOOHHHH” Bra-Ian continued to wail as the Krill dozed off lulled to slumber with the sounds of Bra-Ian being broken into his new role as the bitch of the pack!
In ancient times great symbolism was given to cutting your enemies hair to symbolically castrate him. Charles Martel cut his predecessors long hair to show to all that person’s powerlessness. The Byzantines shaved the top of their enemies to remove them from power by sending them off to a monastery. Today the art of shavings another man is, I’m informed, a rite in the practice of some aspects of dominance and submission. As a master told me during a lecture, “it turns the man into my boy!”