Copyright (C) 2003 by Felix Lance Falkon; you may save or make paper copies for your own use; do not post, repost, publish, or archive elsewhere without the author's express permission.
Lex -- 'Tenant Lex Westergarth -- watched a Troop of the Border Guard, two dozen strapping young men, naked but for boots and waist-belts, march onto the field. A broad-shouldered, blond officer as naked -- and stiff-cocked -- as Lex himself marched alongside his men, all looking in great shape after their trek to resupply this little fort with what they had brought in on foot . . .
Behind Lex, his own naked Troop waited in formation, each man's rigid shaft coated with jellied turpentine; to one side, barracks and mess-hall awaited their new tenants. In the sky, a dragon bugled as it soared over a distant thunderhead.
"And -- halt!" yelled the blond officer. "Face -- right!"
Lex turned his head, called back over his shoulder, "Troop, 'ten-hut!"
Lex turned to the blond officer, who raised his right hand in a snappy salute and reported: "'Tenant Samson Varden, commanding the Eighteenth Troop of the Border Guard, to relieve you, sir!"
Lex returned the salute: "'Tenant Lex Westergarth, commanding the Sixteenth Troop, Border Guard, to be relieved, sir!"
Just as my men and I took over from 'Tenant Gundry and the Fourteenth, a cycle ago, Lex told himself. And now the Eighteenth Troop takes over from us. Hope they have a good cook; with no food here but what grows in the fort's kitchen garden, what they've carried in, and . . . He glanced to his left, where naked men of the Seventeenth Troop watched the Ceremony; a half-cycle ago, Lex and his men had watched the Seventeenth Troop take over from the Fifteenth; he glanced to his right: grassy ground sloped up to a pair of stone towers that looked out over the Gap. A few of the Seventeenth, Lex knew, manned the towers, alert for whatever might try to slither through the Gap in search of prey . . .
Lex looked at Samson's rigid shaft, then down at his own, rock-hard and glistening under its layer of jellied turpentine.
I'll give him a nice mouthful, Lex told himself. I'm thicker than Gundry, and just as long. Ought to satisfy this big blond stud for sure. With his left hand, Lex unhooked the metal cylinder that hung from his belt and raised it to chest height. Magic fire is all very well in its place, but this is a job for the real thing. With his right hand, he flipped open one end of the cylinder, exposing the wick. With his right thumb, he spun the igniter wheel; the flame caught immediately.
It worked, Lex told himself. Gundry tried a half- dozen times, and I thought we'd have to send someone to the kitchen for a fire-brand. That's why Corporal Kintry and I spent last night getting the lighter adjusted just right.
Lex took one pace toward Samson's platoon; Samson took one pace toward Lex's. Now the two officers stood side by side, each facing the other's platoon.
Lex whispered, "Face -- left," and the two turned toward each other, each with his own platoon on his left, the other platoon on his right. As the naked troops watched, Lex extended his left hand with the lighter and its steady flame. Samson took it with his own left hand.
Lex let his now-empty left hand fall to his side. "I pass the flame!"
"I take the flame!" said Samson. He glanced down at Lex's rigid, waiting shaft, then looked up and met Lex's gaze.
"Ready for ignition!" said Lex, with an inviting thrust of his shaft.
"Ready to ignite!" replied Samson. He knelt, then touched the flame to the tip of Lex's cock.
Lex stood motionless, holding his breath as he watched the flame lick his glans, then swirl high as the jellied turpentine caught. "Ignited," he sighed, "and burning."
Samson rose smoothly to his feet. He snapped shut the lighter's cover, extinguishing the flame, and extended his right hand.
Lex felt the heat rising from his blazing glans as the 'Tenants shook hands. "Thanks, Samson," Lex said quietly. "I'll be back real soon."
The naked blond grinned and licked his lips. "I'll be waiting for you, stud."
Lex faced left, toward his own Troop. Two paces brought him to his Troop Sergeant; a careful thrust of his hips touched his blazing glans to Sergeant Sven's. He pulled back -- too soon, for the Sergeant's flame flickered and died -- so he brought prong-tip to prong-tip again.
"Don't rush it, sir," Sergeant Sven whispered. "Ah -- there -- you've got me on fire now." He stepped back, the jellied turpentine on his glans now aflame. The Sergeant saluted, turned, and marched toward his Troop's two Sorcerers, who waited with their shafts and balls glistening with jellied turpentine.
Lex marched to his three Squad Sergeants, touched his blazing glans to the first man's glans, and waited until flames enveloped the end of that man's shaft. Only then did Lex move on to the second, then the third. Finished, he watched his three Squad Sergeants ignite their Corporals' glandes, then glanced at his two Sorcerers, now igniting their Adepts' glandes with their own.
And then, one by one, the Corporals faced about and began to set their Troopers' prong-tips alight. Lex saw the flames of one Trooper -- big, powerfully muscled Gorm -- flicker out; but Gorm calmly turned and reignited himself by touching the tip of his own shaft to the next Trooper's blazing glans.
Each Corporal, when all his Troopers' shafts were in flames, reported to his Sergeant: "Section ignited!"
The Squad Sergeants faced about -- one, two, three -- and reported, "Squad ignited, sir!"
Just as we practiced, Lex told himself, returning each Sergeant's salute.
Sergeant Sven reported, "Staff ignited, sir!"
Lex returned that salute, then glanced down at his own organs. Flames now enveloped his shaft from base to tip; his balls would be ablaze soon. Just getting warm now, but as that coating burns away . . . He looked up, faced about, and saluted the Eighteenth Troop's blond commander. "Ignition complete, sir; take us when we're done!"
"Very good, sir!" Samson turned to face his troopers. "On 'Tenant Westergarth's command: break formation. Each Trooper, join your man from the Sixteenth Troop; . . ."
Lex faced his own troop. "On my command, break formation, and pair up with the Trooper from the Eighteenth who's replacing you . . . feed 'em well, men, . . . now, both Troops, go!"
Both formations dissolved into individuals; men of the Eighteenth trotting, men of the Sixteenth moving more slowly as flames took their shafts.
We practiced enough to get this right too, Lex told himself. Now, if Gorm can just stay on fire long enough to finish roasting that prize prong of his . . . Lex looked down again. His own prong was warming fast, and his glans . . .
Lex felt a strong arm settle onto his shoulders. He looked up; his gaze met Samson's.
"How's it going, stud?" asked the big blond.
"It's -- I'm okay so far. My glans -- it's getting hot already; I'll start cooking there first. The rest of my shaft is just warming up -- and getting warm pretty fast, too." Lex gestured at his flame-wrapped virility, and asked, "You gonna need help with all this meat when I'm done?"
Samson grinned, licked his lips, and said, "I think I'll manage. You want to stretch out? You know . . ."
"Relax and -- and enjoy it? Sure. And here's the place -- we can keep an eye on things, too." Lex led Samson a dozen steps up the grassy slope to the base of the west tower and sat down, back to the tower, thighs spread wide. He leaned back; the grass was pleasantly cool against his bare back, supporting him at a comfortable angle.
Lex watched the flames eddy around his rigid shaft and spread over his testicles, felt the flames' heat begin to sink in, ever so slowly roasting him alive. After a moment, he raised his head and looked around. Beside him sat Lieutenant Samson, studying Lex's flame-wrapped organs. On the lawn below, some of Lex's troops were on their knees, thighs spread wide; others lay on their backs with shoulders propped up on elbows. As they watched the flames swirl around their genitals, they chatted quietly with each other and with Samson's troopers.
"Hi," said a familiar voice. Lex looked up and saw, standing beside him, Buck Folsom, 'Tenant of the Seventeenth Troop.
Lex asked, "Anything stirring in the Gap?"
"Never is, when three Troops are here at one time," said Buck, touching his own stiff prong, "but I put my Sorcerers and Adepts on Watch, just in case . . ."
"Yeah, yeah; I did the same when the Fifteenth was cooking themselves for you and your studs." Lex grinned, remembering. "Doing this --" He waved his right hand over the flames enveloping his virility and felt the heat brush his fingers. "-- is what really charges up the fort's warding spells. It's just before the relief Troop gets here that danger is highest . . ."
". . . and larders, their lowest," laughed Buck. "Speaking of which, how are you makin' out, old pal?"
Lex turned his attention back to his own organs. The pitch was burning thin now, and the flames' heat was searing his glans. "My shaft's cooking okay," he reported. "My balls -- by now, they're warming up too."
Buck shivered, but his prong stayed hard. "The pain-stop spell . . . ?"
Lex licked his lips. "Working okay. Got my Sorcerers to put a light spell on me, a number three. It's -- it's interesting: I can feel everything that's going on, and I'm glad I did -- so far, at least."
"Yeah?" Buck glanced down at his own virile shaft. "Just a three?"
"A few of my kids dared each other to try a number two, but my Sorcerers talked 'em out of that. Most of my Troopers were sensible enough to take a four, but a few decided to take a three, like me."
"That might be -- yeah," said Buck. "Something to think about, anyway." He ambled away.
"Hey, Lex," said 'Tenant Varden. "When your fire burns itself out, let's check on our Troops before we -- okay?" The broad-shouldered officer touched Lex's bare thigh and stroked it slowly.
"Sure -- that'll give me time to finish cooking, inside, and then cool off a bit. Biggest mistake guys make is biting in too soon."
"And with a bunch of eager studs like mine . . ."
"Eager -- or just hungry?" Lex grinned. "I know what you mean, Samson; know what you mean."
As they watched, the flames burned away the last of the jellied turpentine on Lex's testicles, then flickered out. He stood up slowly and reported, "I can still feel the inside of my prong cooking. My balls, too -- especially my balls, all the way up into my guts." The naked officer slid both hands down his torso to the base of his still-hard shaft. "The outside's done, though."
Samson scrambled to his feet. "You smell good and done, stud. Let's go see how our men are doing."
The two ambled down the grass-covered slope. Lex's Sergeant Sven and Samson's Sergeant Orfsson stood up as the officers approached. Sven's flames had burned themselves out, leaving his prong steaming.
"How's it going, Sarge?" asked Lex.
"It sure looks done, sir; but I think I better cool off s'more 'fore Sergeant Orfsson starts eating me."
Sergeant Orfsson smiled and licked his lips. "This stud's equipment is gonna be worth the wait, sir; but some of our youngsters . . ."
"I know, I know," said Lex, "but they'll slow down quick enough when they bite into meat that's still cooking; then they'll be careful." Lex squeezed Sven's right shoulder, nodded to Orfsson, and moved on.
The two officers stopped to watch the flames swirl around Corporal Kintry's genitals. Lex put his right arm around 'Tenant Varden's thick shoulders and said, "That lighter -- the one you set my prong on fire with -- check it out thoroughly with your best mechanic, the day before your relief uses it to ignite your prong-tip."
Corporal Kintry looked up and said, "The thing looks simple enough, but you gotta check it out anyway, sir. Make real sure you and your mechanic check the wick; ' cause if it gets too short . . ." He licked his lips, glanced down at his roasted organs as they emerged from the flames, and looked up again. "Almost done." He licked his lips again. "Then after you're sure it works, you gotta practice till you got it right too, sir." He grinned suddenly. "Like I told 'Tenant Westergarth last night, being nervous is worse'n a short wick."
More fires burned themselves out. Lex and Samson strolled over to watch Gorm's long, thick prong slowly emerge from the flames.
Gorm, on his knees, looked up. "Sir, it's taking longer 'cause I put the stuff on kind of thick, but . . ."
"Well," said Lex, "with a prong that thick, you need a good fire to roast yourself all the way through. Otherwise, you'd still be raw in the middle."
"How's it feel?" asked Samson.
"Even with the flames getting weaker, I'm still getting hotter and hotter inside, and I can feel the heat roasting my prong, feel myself cook. But sir, somehow it's almost sexy -- like -- like a real hot fuck when your cock's rubbed raw but you can't stop."
One of Samson's Troopers, kneeling beside Gorm, said, "Sir, if he says he's still . . . ?"
Samson nodded. "Right, Johan; give that prize prong of his plenty of time to finish cooking." He licked his lips, then added, "But if you're in a real hurry, you could swap him for somebody else's stud so you won't have to wait."
"Sir!" yelped Johan.
"You sure?" asked Lex, trying hard to sound sincere. "I'm just about ready to eat by now, so you could --"
"Hey!" protested Samson. "This stud here's really hung, yeah; but you're the one I was --"
Lex started laughing. Samson glared, then said, "It's okay, Johan: at first, I was just kidding; but then I thought 'Tenant Westergarth was serious when he started kidding both of us. Now . . ." He turned to Lex. "Come on; let's see how the rest of our studs are doing."
As the two naked officers inspected their troops, Sergeant Sven and Sergeant Orfsson caught up with the officers; Sven gestured at his own organs and raised an eyebrow; Lex took a deep breath, then nodded slowly.
Sven dropped to the ground, rolled onto his back, and said, "Okay; they're all yours."
Orfsson stretched himself out with his chest on Sven's thighs, lowered his head, took Sven's glans between his teeth, and started chewing.
One by one, Lex's Sergeants and Sorcerers invited Samson's to help themselves; then Lex's Corporals, Adepts, and Troopers did the same.
"That's almost it," said Samson. "Just us two now . . ."
". . . and my Gorm, and your Johan." Lex glanced down. Inside his own shaft -- still stiff and hard -- the heat that had roasted him alive was softening into an almost erotic glow. "Yeah." Lex raised his head. "Wanta have those two with us when we . . . while you go to work on me?"
"Sure. Same place?"
"Yeah." Lex caught Gorm's attention and beckoned; the big trooper scrambled to his feet and followed Lex up the slope to the west tower, with Johan and Samson right behind. Wordlessly, Lex seated himself, spread his thighs, and leaned back against the cool grass. He patted the ground by his right side, and Gorm stretched himself out there.
Samson lay down at Lex's left side. "Is there --" He licked his lips, then started again. "Is there -- do you really feel something -- eating the organs of a stud who's eaten the organs of the stud before him --"
"-- and so on back to when our little fort was first built? I -- I think so. Something sure keeps our cocks hard while we're here -- a good thing, too, since we gotta use 'em to keep the fort's weapons fueled . . ." Lex took a deep breath, let it out slowly. "Right now, just enjoy what I'm gonna feed you."
Samson nodded slowly. "But after that . . . we got a lot of work ahead of us."
Lex chuckled, "You got a lot of work ahead: we get to relax while you load the ice caves with enough meat to feed both your Troop and Buck's till the Nineteenth gets here. And then it'll be Buck's Seventeenth Troop's turn to ignite themselves and then feed themselves to the Nineteenth. I hope you got a good cook; when there's just one kind of meat to work with . . ."
"I know." Samson patted Lex's thigh again. "Pretty good meat, going by you and your Trooper here, and this first sample here looks just about ready."
"Sir," asked big, muscular Gorm, "is it soon enough for my prong to get . . . ?"
Lex asked, "Do you feel done? Like you've stopped cooking and your meat's just -- hot?"
Gorm licked his lips. "I -- I think so, sir." He turned to Johan, nodded, then leaned back on the grass. "Any time you're ready, go -- ahead."
While Lex -- and Samson and Gorm -- watched closely, Johan lay down on Gorm's powerful legs, supported his forearms on Gorm's thighs, and carefully lowered his head to take the end of Gorm's thick shaft into his mouth.
A few seconds later, Lex felt his thighs take the weight of Samson's muscular torso, felt a pull at the base of his own organs. He's about to start on mine, Lex told himself as he looked down. Samson now gripped Lex's prong with both hands, but the blond officer was watching Johan bite into Gorm's shaft. Not quite yet, but soon . . . real soon.
After a moment of hard chewing, Johan severed Gorm's broad glans. Then -- still chewing -- Johan raised his head and grinned.
"Well?" demanded Gorm, "How the fuck do I taste, anyway?"
"Worth waitin' for, big stud," said Johan, around a mouthful of Gorm. "Worth waitin' for. But if you can't feel me eatin' you, then . . ."
"Just watching's a real turn-on," said the muscular trooper. He glanced at Lex and said, "Right, sir?"
"Yeah. 'Tenant Gundry shot his load when I started eating his prong. Are you getting close?"
Gorm smiled. "Real close, sir."
Johan said, "I thought you tasted kind of . . ."
"Yeah." Lex took a deep breath. "And it's not going to take much to get me going, either." He met Samson's gaze, licked his lips, and gave a little inviting thrust with his hips. Samson licked his own lips. Lex felt his own muscles tighten as Samson slowly brought his head down onto Lex's prong.
Just like watching Samson suck me off last night, only this time . . . Lex held his breath, watched Samson's teeth sink into Lex's shaft, watched the sturdy blond start chewing . . . Lex felt a pull at the base of his genitals, but . . . yeah . . . I just got myself roasted alive, balls and all; and now I'm feeding Samson . . . watching him bite into my prong. . . . Now he's chewing on my glans, grinding his teeth into my shaft, working toward my balls, eating me alive, . . .
Lex glanced to his right. Johan had swallowed the muscular trooper's glans and was working on Gorm's shaft again, while Gorm gripped Johan's shoulders with both hands and slowly fed himself to Johan. Beyond, Lex's platoon lay on their backs, each naked man's genitals being eaten by one of Samson's men.
And Samson himself . . . Lex looked down at his own doomed organs. With his left hand, he tousled Samson's soft blond hair. Inside, deep in the roots of Lex's genitals, he felt the hot juices begin to stir.
"You 'bout ready to come, sir?" asked Gorm.
"Yeah. Wait a sec and we'll -- shoot -- uh! -- together."
And they did.