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King Vester of Marigan waited impatiently in his tent with his troops for his emissaries to the mountain people of the Northstone Range. They weren't enemies, but they held the mountains between his kingdom and the western region of the Kestoran Realm, with which he was at war, and he needed to traverse the Northstone Range through the narrow Partiman Pass, the only way through to that part of the Kestoran Realm not protected by the Kestoran armies. If he could reach the Kestoran Realm that way, he could severely damage the Kestorans, enough to force them to sue for peace and finish the bootless, endless war that the Kestorans and his own kingdom of Marigan had been waging for nearly ten years now. This war had taken the lives of two of his five sons, not to mention any number of his subjects' children, and he was a goodly king, and felt the loss of both of those keenly.
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The horn sounded to announce the return of the emissaries and the King jerked up out of his "traveling throne" (a merely decorative chair) and darted out to meet them.
The two men were dusty and seemed distressed. "Well?" the King asked with no preamble. "You have an answer from the Mountain People?"
His youngest son Etred was playing quietly with two of his guards at a game of sticks-and-bones, and the emissary said, "The Mountain People have visited us as you know, and they have seen your son Etred." He swallowed hard. "They have demanded a surety for your good behavior while in their territory."
"Well, and what is it?"
"We should discuss it further in your tent, Your Majesty, you will not want others to hear this in public," the second emissary said.
The King trusted these men so he said, "Very well, come inside." He led the way into his tent. The answer was one he didn't like at all. But he had to consider his options.
Then he summoned his son, Prince Etred and when he came into the tent, the King held out his arms and the boy ran eagerly to his father's embrace. King Vester hugged his son hard, fighting back the tears.
To take the pass by force would cost him men he could ill afford to lose but so would not launching this counter-offensive against the Kestorans. What could he do here? What else, but....?
A subject owes his King his undivided loyalty. But the King owes his subjects the same sort of loyalty. Or he doesn't remain King for long.
The Mountain People's delegation came for Prince Etred at the break of dawn the next day and the King was prepared to meet them. By his side was his youngest Son, Prince Etred, attired in his best clothing, and wearing his princely crown as befit his attendance at a royal affair. These were the emissaries of another sovereign kingdom after all, however coarse and crude their appearance was.
The Mountain People disdained such niceties as silk clothing and gold thread, and their tribe was ruled by a council. The delegation was of five strong, stalwart warriors, all wearing only rather coarse-cloth tunics that were armless and reached barely to above their knees (and furry leggings that covered their legs from mid-calf to their feet) and they rode their horses bareback and straddle, so that if they were not careful, the entire assembly could see their privates, something that they didn't seem to care about at all. They all carried strong swords which were forged by smiths deep in their secret caves and which were prized by armies on both sides of their mountain realm, and also wore about their massive chests bows and a sling of arrows that they could fire with pinpoint accuracy over wide distances. No wise king dared face these men in battle, but they chose not to extend their domain past their rugged mountains and the higher hills, and none wished this terrain, so they were at peace with both sides. None of the men wore anything resembling silver or gold or jewels, which might explain why they eschewed the prized wealth of their neighbors, and to buy their metal good required that you deliver instead the good bounty of the fields and the livestock which did not live in their mountainous realm and in a quantity that made you think twice about buying more than you needed. All five of the men were, in addition to being strong, extremely handsome and healthy, so much that any king wished fervently that he could have a company of such warriors for his own armies. But that, of course, was not to be.
"We are here for the hostage, Prince Etred," one of the warriors declared.
King Vester knelt and spoke to his son. "My dearest youngest child, I would spare you this if I could, but you know the situation we are in. Remember that what comes, you are doing it for the people of Marigan."
"I will remember, Father."
King Vester kissed his son on each cheek, and then stood, fighting back his tears. Prince Etred walked toward the warriors who had brought a pony for him, mounted it with only a bit of help from another warrior, and they turned their horses' heads and rode off.
King Vester stood watching as they rode into the distance, then he turned to his troops with new resolve. "Break camp, men, we travel the Partiman Pass this day."
The warriors led Prince Etred up the high mountain trails to the edge of a cliff which overhung the Partiman Pass and gave an excellent view of the pass for some distance in both directions. There, the Mountain People had erected a small altar-looking thing some four feet high near the very edge, upon which they had placed some soft cushioning. Prince Etred, being only seven years of age, had little fear of heights and he stared at the magnificent view with eagerness. "I can see my father's forces approaching the pass' entrance now!" he exclaimed.
"Excellent!" the lead warrior said. Only the fact he spoke most often clued anyone that he was their leader. "Get up on top of the stones and prepare for the show we are going to put on for your father and his troops."
"Okay," Prince Etred climbed up on the stone table and stood on top of the cushion. "Now what?"
"Lie down upon it, on your back," came the answer.
Prince Etred did and two warriors came over and began to pull the shoes off of Prince Etred's feet. They were laced up his ankles so that took a while. Done with the shoes, they reached for his waist and untied his hose and pulled it down his thin legs. Now Prince Etred had only a loin wrap below his waist and his tunic which came to just below his waist and bore the royal coat of arms. And the princely crown on his head.
"That should do it!" The leader said. "He still looks like a prince but he can be seen easily, we don't want them to mistake him for one of our kids!"
The army approached, looking like so many toy soldiers in neat formations though they had to march only six abreast. It would take them some time to get through the pass at this rate. Terrain like this was why the Mountain People had never been invaded, attacks on them were suicidal.
"Close enough, let's get started. Lay back down like before, Your Highness," the leader growled.
Prince Etred did and saw the leader was now completely naked down to his leggings. His manhood was hard and stood out like a curved dagger from his lower body, ready to strike. A small dribble of precome extended from the tip like a drop of crystal clear blood from the dagger's point, and Prince Etred, sophisticated in a way that only members of a royal court can be, gulped and shut his eyes as he understood what was about to happen.
Two warriors came up and undid his loin wrap and left him naked save for his minimal under-tunic, marking him as a member of the royal family. He could hear a murmur arise from the army below as they realized what the warrior high above was about to do to their King's youngest son!
Some archers nocked an arrow and lifted their bows but a sharp word from their commanders stopped this and word soon had the men plodding stolidly along.
Etred shuddered, wondering why the lead warrior was hesitating and dared a look. The warrior was slathering his cock with some oil. The warrior saw him looking and said, "Can't rip you wide open on the first jab now, can I? It'll be rough enough with the oil, but try to relax and we'll see how well you like it."
"I guess so," Etred answered the question and took a deep breath.
The strong man squatted slightly which put him on a level to put his dong at the level of his supine body and anus. He touched his cockhead to the small sphincter and gently pushed into the boy's asshole. He was kindly but his body was insistent and he did not stop pushing.
In the pass where the men marched silently, the boy's small voice echoed as he cried out with his distress, for the pain of having his anal tissues stretched out in such rapid rough manner was uncomfortable in the extreme, and the King below winced at the sound of his son crying out in the echoes of "Uhhhh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhh-uhhh-uhhhhhhhh, uhhh-uhhhhhhhhh, uhhhh-uhhhhhhhhh!" over and over again.
"That's the way, Gravor, plug that tiny hole!" one of the other warriors told the leader.
"Silence, Mincor!" the leader declared. "Let the boy alone speak as I do this!"
He pushed in deeper and Etred again cried out as his body was further violated by the thick, long rod that burrowed further and further into his bowels. "Ahhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, guhhhhhhhh!"
"There!" Gravor said in a near-whisper after a time. "I have buried my manhood in you entire! How does it feel now, young Prince of Marigan?"
"It hurts so much, going into me," murmured young Etred. "But now you have stopped pushing, the pain is receding."
"Your bowels have the oil to convince it to slide open and permit my manspear its residence," Gravor told him softly. "I shall pause a brief while to let you adjust, then I shall begin to move. Use this time well, young prince, for I must ravish you briskly."
"I shall try," Etred said valiantly. He worked his buttocks as best he could with such a fat tool inside himself, and Gravor grunted in approving sounds, and the men beneath wondered at the silence, had their young prince died from his ordeal?
Then Gravor began to move his hips and his cock moved out of Etred's bowels until only his glans was still inside, then he thrust back inside. "Ah-huhhhhh!" Etred cried out at this, but his cry was not one of pain, the pleasure of this movement was all he felt!
Gravor grinned, and he did it again, quicker.
"Ah-hahhhhhhhhh!" Etred responded.
"Ahhhh, my young princeling likes his ass being pounded, does he? Then let me speed it up a little." Gravor thrust in and out of Etred, still fairly slow, but without stopping.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ohhh, ahhhh uhhhh, uhhhhh, ahhhh!" Etred cried as his joys began to pile up one on another. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, this is good, so good!"
"Say it again, and louder," Gravor sped up his thrusts even more. "Let the entire world how it feels."
The other warriors added their plaudits to this remark.
Etred didn't have to be encouraged, the joy of the faster fucking elicited their own excited remarks. "Ah, uh, ah, ah, uh, uh, oh, ah, uh, ah, oh, ah, uh, uh, oh, oh, ah, uh, oh, ah, uh!" he grunted as the warrior's thrusting body drove him to faster and higher joys.
Gravor reached down and gripped the boy's body and held him tight against his own and stood up, and fucked the young prince like that, standing and keeping Etred bounding up and down on his rod where every soldier and archer and artilleryman and knight and nobleman could see and hear the King's youngest son crying out in his joy while he was fucked by the lusty muscled warrior of the Mountain People.
Gravor was stimulated by knowing that his sexual prowess was being viewed by so many and he quickly reached his climax and he came with a loud, raucous orgasmic roar that resounded through the pass with an "AHHHHH-ROOOOOOO-AHHHHHHH-GUHHHHHHH!"
As he shot his lusty hot spunk into Etred's ass, the boy's eyes grew wide and his face flushed and he cried out in his boyish climax, "AHHH, AHH, AHHH, AHHH-AHHH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHH-ahhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhhh!"
Gravor turned and gently lowered the young boy down onto the altar again and he lay there as if either sleeping or dead.
"My turn, now!" the one named Mincor declared.
"Yes, Mincor, you may go next, then Decalor, then Pernor, then Birnor. But be quick about it, we want the last to be finished before the men finish passing this point!" Gravor told the men.
Etred was turned over and placed on his hands and knees and he let himself be turned like this. He felt a second lubed-up rod being shoved into his ass, but he didn't much mind, his body was wide open and welcoming and the cock in his ass now felt nice but not on the level of Gravor who had transformed his world with magical powers of his wonderful rod of masculinity.
Mincor pumped at him with lusty growls of joy and Etred gave a few half-hearted gasps and moans at his demand to lend his cooperation to the coupling, but his exhausted body simply couldn't rise to the occasion. Mincor made enough noise for two, however, and he howled out in his joy with an "UHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH-UH-UH-UH-UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH, HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HUH-HUHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
His come squirted inside Etred and there was so much that it also sprayed outside, splashing the young warrior enough that his comrades laughed at it, and Mincor cursed Etred for being a "shallow vessel" and he stepped away, wiping at his body with his hands to try to swipe away his spunk.
Decalor was a friendly and jovial man who joked with Etred as he stuffed his "sugar stick" into Etred's "candy storage pot" and that made Etred laugh. Etred found the man to be not only handsome and sexy but also a good lover, He stirred to and enjoyed the man's rather frantic and artistic lovemaking and clung to the man (for Decalor had put him back face-to-face) and he helped the man to fuck him. He even managed to cry out along with the man for the final moment, though his own body was still yet not ready to climax.
Decalor's orgasm was at odds with his joy, for while he eructated "KUH-HUH-HUH-UH-UHHHHHHH, HUH-KUHHHHHHHHKKKKHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!" his ejaculation was a slow, steady flood of slippery, wet come with a strong aroma of musk, not the discrete jets of the other two men. He was nice, though, and even kissed Etred's lips when he was done, a kindness which Etred returned.
Pernor was a stolid, solemn man who had gray eyes that seemed to stare past you and into the distance and the future. He pushed into Etred almost as if fucking the boy was a duty and his thrusts were enjoyable but felt almost business-like, and Etred tolerated it well enough and held no animus against the warrior, but when he was done, and made a few muffled sounds of passion when he climaxed into Etred (a strong flood that felt strangely incomplete), Etred was glad that one was over.
Birnor was the last warrior, a young warrior who seemed to be only in his young twenties. He walked up almost nervously and said, "I have not made love to a boy before. I hope I don't injure you."
"None have done so thus far," Etred said. "Be gentle and you should do well."
Birnor greased his prong awkwardly and Etred wondered if this would be his first time with boy or woman or man. "You will do fine," he said as the fair-skinned warrior stepped into place. He had to squat down further than Gravor to get into position. "Do you want me on my hands and knees instead."
"No, I...I want to see your face as I do it."
"Very well. Perhaps someone could bring a large rock for you to raise yourself instead?"
The other warriors chuckled and as rocks about were plenty, soon had Birnor up to where he could only kneel and puncture Etred's ass.
"The King approaches," a warrior called. "Give him your best, Birnor."
"The King," Birnor looked frightened.
"My father is only a man like any other," Etred said soothingly. "Come, do it, I find this is most enjoyable and I welcome your body and mine joining."
"You heard the boy, push in and plug him good." Mincor urged him.
Birnor gulped and his cock, at least, was rock-hard and throbbing and he pushed into Etred.
The man's rod was heated up and Etred realized that indeed, this was Birnor's virginity being released. He felt a fierce pride in this and he wrapped his arms and legs around the young man who leaned down and the two kissed as he pushed into Etred's body. Etred gasped and clung tighter to Birnor's body and the two moved together as the young Mountain man began to thrust in and out of Etred's body.
"Mmmm, ahhhhh, uhhhhh, ohhhhhh!" Birnor grunted as he moved.
"Ahhhhh, mmmm, ohhhhh, uhhhhhh!" Etred agreed.
Both man and boy, their hands moved over each other, feeling and touching and exciting each other and Etred felt his body finally stirring again to its joy as this young and hungry youth began to find his stride and fucked him more confidently and eagerly as his rapture built up.
"Oh, oh, ah, ah, uh, ah, uh, oh, uh, ah!" Etred panted as he was wracked by the lusty ramming.
"Ahhh, uhhhh, ohhhh, uhhhh, ahhhh, uhhhh!" Birnor agreed with a slower but deeper groaning.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, I think I'm close to climaxing again!" Etred panted at last.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, so am I!" gasped the young Birnor.
"Oh, oh, come with me, let us come together!" Etred cried.
Below him in the pass, the King heard this, saw his son in the arms of the other man, and his heart broke within him. His son was lost to him, he could see, the Mountain People had subverted him to their ways entire. He fought back a sob and turned his eyes away and forced himself to focus on the battles to be fought when they exited the pass. There would be trading stations, and plenty of food and supplies to be gathered, they couldn't set fire pell-mell, he must warm his soldiers....
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" Birnor gasped.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" Etred cried.
"Ahhhhh-ahhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhh!"
"Ohhhhh-ohhhh-ohhhhh-ohhhhh!"
"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH!"
"OHHH-OHHH-OHHH-OHHH!"
"AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"OH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The cries of their combined climaxes echoed through the pass and the King shut his ears as best he could and he rode on past and beyond his son, and left him behind, and behind the King was only a few wagons, and the army of Marigan was on its way to the Kestoran Realm.
Prince Etred was taken back to the Mountain People's village, for there were no large cities in their region, and there he was given quarters and good food, and he was at the disposal of any warrior who cared to take him, and all treated him with respect and kindness. But like any person in his situation, there was one who was his most frequent visitor and who he chose to reside. Young Birnor, who stayed by his side and cared for him most tenderly and taught him the ways of the Mountain People.
King Vester laid waste to the Kestoran Realm for two years almost without resistance, for the main body of their army was to the south of the mountains defending the flatter borders. They had no choice but to sue for peace and relinquish their claims to the disputed lands which had started the entire war, and King Vester for his part withdrew and his Army came back through the Partiman Pass.
But not the King. Instead he sent a message, telling them that he could not bear to face his youngest son after the travesty he had witnessed and while his son was permitted to return to Marigan, he was to remain near the North Mountains in exile. Or he could stay in the Northern Mountains if he was so inclined.
Prince Etred chose the second option, and grew in time to a massive and strong warrior of the Mountain People. Of his later life, the chronicles are silent, but no doubt it was not without honor.
THE END
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