Giorgii Williams

Erlhantos

The First Book of

The Times and Life of
Torak-Zoza

Chapter Three
Change of Heart

He stood on the east side of a small rise, the village was on the other side of the mound. There was nobody so he became visible and changed into his favorite animal shape, a black wolf. He sauntered to the top of the rise, then sat and studied the small village. Farmland surrounded the village, but there were no farm houses, just barns and storage buildings. Adults and older children, both male and female, worked the land. He looked at the village. There was a central square with six sets of stocks in a row on the north side, on the east side was the biggest building in the village, most likely their place of worship, a kind of temple. That was the place where he would find the priests. There were about twenty-five houses and a few buildings that looked like stores. A palisade made out of logs, which were sharpened at the top, surrounded the entire village and there were only two gates.

The village didn't look natural. He could see guards walking around the palisade, but there were no small children to be seen, no little kids running, playing, laughing. Weird, he thought.

Close to sunset a bell rang five times. The villagers working the fields, put their equipment away and headed for their homes, without any lively conversations like in Freedom. About half an hour later the same bell rang three times. The villagers left their houses dressed in clean clothes and headed for the temple. That was when he saw the smaller children, so they had been locked up inside the houses the whole day.

'Holylighters are sure strange,' thought Antos, 'they need to be investigated further before I make my move to eliminate them.'

The bell rang three more times, people filed out of the church and wordlessly headed for their homes. Antos had spotted a family with two boys and a younger girl. That would be the first family he would investigate. He bore in his mind which house they entered and waited until all the lamps in the village were extinguished. Turned into an owl he swooped down to the house he wanted to check. He landed on an open window sill. Knowing that walking around in Human form would be a bad idea, the best choice was to become a fly and have a look around. He had landed on the sill of the little girl's bedroom. The sleeping girl had a long gown that went from her neck to her ankles, her arms were secured to the sides of the bed, her legs were spread and secured to the back legs of the simple bed.

'Strange, very strange, they tie their children in bed at night,' Anthos thought and made his way to another bedroom, it's the boys room. There were two small beds, each occupied by one boy. Both boys were wearing similar gowns as the girl and were tied also. However, they had their arms pulled back above their heads and attached to the back of the headboard, their legs, also spread, were tied like the girls. Antos noticed that both boys were sporting hard meat making their gowns rise in a tent. None of the children had blankets or even a sheet to cover them.

Antos flew around the house checking these weird people who tie their children to their beds. The parents' bedroom was even stranger. There were two beds, one on each end of the room and as far from each other as possible. Father and mother each occupied one of the beds. They also were wearing the same drab sleeping gowns, but they were not tied to their beds and the father did not sport an erection.

Antos the fly continued to investigate the house. There was a kitchen with an eating area, two washing areas, an area that would probably be a sitting place where the family gathered after supper. Two chairs catched enough of his attention to take his human form in order to study them better. The chairs had attachments at the arms, possibly to hold the wrists of whoever sat there, also attachments at the legs for the purpose of securing one's ankles. The strangest part was that it had a big hole in the middle of the seat under which was a pot for piss or shit. In front of each chair was a stand with a book on it. He read the title Tennets and Beliefs of the Holylight Salvation and sensed magic on the book.

The window in the kitchen was open. As a brown owl Antos flew out of the house and headed for the small woods on the west side of the village beyond the fields. He found a tree and went to sleep.

Before sunrise Antos was woken by the sound of the village bell ringing. He dropped down from the tree. Changed into a sparrow he made his way to the house he inspected the night before. On the roof he changed into a fly again. There seemed to be a lot of flies, so he will not be noticed. He followed the father and two boys to the washing area.

Father washed the boys, not letting them touch their own privates. He washed their holes by fingering them with a soapy finger, while telling them they better not shame him and their mother by having inapropriate unauthorized emissions or spams. He also cleaned their skinless cocklets, repeating the same words over and over to the boys. Once the boys were washed, they washed their father the same way he washed them, but without the lecture. The funny thing was the man did not get an erection at all. Antos had noticed that the older boy, probably around 14, had a skinny 4½" erection while the youngest one -- he was around eight years -- had only about an inch or slightly more.

Once washed, father had the boys stand in front of him. He pushed their cockletts down and attached a wide leather and metal ring to the base of their genitals, pinning the meat to the balls in a downward position. That sure must be very uncomfortable way to spend the day, specially working on the fields. The family dressed in work clothes, but the younger boy and the young girl, who did not work the fields, were left naked.

The bell rang three times and just as last night the villagers headed to their temple. Antos the fly followed them inside.

Four priests stood by what looked like an altar or sacrificial table, since there was caked blood on it. The one who must be the Arch-priest of this group intoned an invocation. The villagers all kneeled, and then bent, their heads touching the ground and moaned a response in a sing song way. This went on for about ten minutes. The other three priest walked among the prostrated congregation, it seemed they paid more attention to the children, the naked ones as well as the older ones whose work pants were so tight that when they bent over in that position you could see their butts as if there was no cloth covering them. The main spook ended his incantations, the congregation rised but stayed on their knees.

"Are there any infractions that need to be reported to Our God, The Almighty, All Powerfull, All Seeing and Wise," the Arch-priest asked in a booming voice.

The congregation was silent.

"Remember Our God knows ALL. You might hide it from me. From HIM you will not be able to hide anything and HIS punishment will be TERRIBLE if your sins are not confessed and you do not beg for his forgivness."

"Holy Father I saw Robby rubbing himself in the forbiden places, yesterday in the fields when he thought nobody was looking," said a girl of about 13 with tiny breasts just starting to grow.

"It's a lie, Holy Father, it really is. Heather saw me catch her rubbing herself. So she is lying about me to get me in trouble," exclaimed a decent looking youth of about 12, with wavy dark hair that fell to his neck and hung almost over his big brown eyes.

The priests that had been roaming among the faithfull, grabbed both the boy and girl by their necks and dragged them forward to the altar. They had to kneel for it.

"Anybody else needs to cleanse their souls or help their neighboors to do so? Remember, my children, only through cleansing our souls, bodies and minds of all sin and sinfull thoughts can we achieve eternal peace in the ARMS of OUR GOD THE ALLMIGHTY BALOR," the Arch-priest continued.

'Damn, these people worship one of the worst lords of the nine hells,' Antos thought.

There were some more incantations, more moaning. As the villagers left, those without small children headed for the fields, those with small ones, the father took them back to their houses, while mother with the older chldren headed for the fields. Antos decided to the small children later, since he wanted to see what sort of punishment the boy Robby and the girl Heather would get.

Once everybody had left the temple, the priests leered at the two children on their knees in front of the altar. Priest Nestor grabbed Heather and took her to a room through a side door, another priest named Ergar grabbed Robby by his hair and dragged him to the open door behind the altar, with the remaining priests following.

The boy was crying, begging, pleading, claiming his innocence, uttering Holy Fathers more often then any other words. Priest Ergar dragged the boy to what could be best described as a torture chamber. He let go of the hair and let the boy fall to the ground, he was still crying, pleading and begging.

"Get up, you dirty sinful creature. We shall see which one of you is lying in the face of Our Almighty," barked the Arch-priest.

The boy got up, eyes downcast, the tears flowing down his cheeks soaked his peasant shirt.

"Take off your clothes NOW!" barked the chief torturer again. All the priests had lust and desire in their eyes.

Robby did as he was told, removed his shirt and then dropped his pants to his ankles. His skin was pale, his chest and tummy were of a boy who just recently started working hard, he still had some baby fat on his tummy, pointy little nubs as nipples. A few whisps of curly little brown hairs around his 3" cocklet, that was tied in the Holyligher's custom. The priests walked around the boy inspecting every inch of him. The boy did not see that when they were behind him, they rubbed their own cocks through their rich vestments. He did have a cute soft little ass. His whole body was trembling from fear and shame.

Priests Ergar and the Deacon grabbed the naked boy by his arms, dragged him to a frame, where they tied him spread-eagled, leaving his front and back open for whatever perversions they might decide to subject him to. Nestor returned, whispered something in the Arch-priest's ears. The man smiled.

"Well now, Robby, it seems that you should have close to a full week of seed in your little balls. You were due for the weekly milking tomorrow. We will find out if you are lying very quickly, you evil, dirty, little sinner," he told the boy.

Nestor went up to the boy, grabbed his face, then forcefuly opened the boy's mouth as wide as it will go. He went over to a cabinet and searched in a drawer. After he found the object he was looking for he returned to the scared boy. The Deacon opened the boy's mouth again so Nestor could insert in the lad's mouth the object what looked like a real thick and wide cock head. Antos seeing that thing, realized it was bigger than Mr. Big's cock head.

Horror was registered on the boy's face as the huge cock head was forced into his mouth, stretching it beyond limits. The priests then attached a belt-like leather strip and secured the cock head in the boys mouth. A tube was inserted in the opening at the back of apparatus, they moved a few things towards the boy.

Antos was not sure what they were, so he just buzzed around with countless other flies. Priest Ergar removed the restraining strap from the boy's genitals. His little cocklet slapped his groin area when released, then dropped down to a 60 degree angle from his newly dropped ball sack. A small table was pushed in front of the 12-year-old naked boy. It had a weird contraption on it, in the shape of a metal bowl with a wooden attachment on one side, with a hole in it. The head torturer opened the attachment, grabbed and placed the boy's hard cocklet in the hole. He snapped it shut and adjusted some knobs, pinning the boy's meat securely in the middle with the head over the bowl, pointing downwards.

Nestor, unseen to the boy, came up behind him and shoved a long lubed metal object in the shape of an adult cock, about 8" long and 1½" in diameter, in Robby's boy hole. The boy's body tensed, he tried to move out of the way of the invisible invader, to no avail, the metal cock was stuffed all the way in. Antos noticed that the device had a short handle, which the priests could use to insert and pull out the device.

"Now we shall see if you produce the required amount of seed for the Glory of Our All Knowing God," the Arch-priest informed the boy.

Nestor started to fuck him with the metal cock, while Ergar attached a hose to the tube in the boy's mouth, pulled it behind the boy where it was attached to another bowl, this time of clay, with a hole in the bottom. All priest opened their robes, took hold of their cocks and started pissing in the bowl. The liquid was drained down the hole, up the hose through the tube and into Robby's mouth, where he was forced to swallow.

The priests kept up the fucking for an hour, the boy had about three orgasms during that time. The hose was removed from the tube.

"Now we shall go and see about your friend, in the meantime you shall continue to provide seed, until you fill the Holy Vessel," the Arch-priest said.

He did a primitive incantation and the metal cock started fucking the boy on its own. The poor boy was non stop crying. Once they left, Antos resumed his Human shape behind the crying boy and did a little incantation of his own. The boy's seed would fill the large bowl to capacity, that should freak those assholes. He smiled, and back to being a fly on the wall he went in search of the girl and her tormentors.

By the time he found them, the girl was naked and tied to a similar frame as the boy. The Arch-priest was inspecting her pussy.

"You are lying, little whore, you are the one who has been playing with yourself, I can tell by the puffiness and signs of rubbing the cloth of your clothes leave." He hollered as he stood up and slapped the girl hard across her face. "I bet you were hoping it was the boys little cocklet that was being rubbed on your twat, rather then the rake, don't you, YOU SLUT!" another hard slap across the other side of her face.

She was crying, pleading for mercy, admitting her sin of rubbing herself and hoping it was some boys thingie doing it to her.

"So you heathen little slut, you want boy cocklets in your filthy little hole, breeding you, filling you with their dirty non-sanctified seed," the Arch-priest hollered, as the Deacon hit the girl's back with a thick leather belt. She hollered at the pain. She begged forgiveness, promised to purge dirty thoughts from her mind, to pray harder and more ardently. Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Get this heathen slut ready for punishment," the Arch-priest barked.

"Yes Holy Arch-Priest," Nestor said and pulled some levers to turn the inside part of the frame so it was parallel to the floor.

The priests pulled out their hard cocks and balls out of their robes. Two of them aproached the naked tied girl from the front and back. The girl seeing their hard cocks started begging, pleading for forgivness. One priest lined his cock against the entrance to her pussy, the other one to her butt hole. Then both at once shoved them all the way inside the virgin cavitities. The girl's scream was silenced with the Arch-priests cock being stuffed in her mouth. They continued to rape her until each of them had shot his seed in every one of her three openings, leaving her with cum and blood dripping out of them. They headed for the torture chamber where the boy was.

"It would be nice if he failed his test also," laughed the Deacon.

"Of course he will fail it, nobody has been able to fill the Holy Vessel, not even adults," Nestor laughed.

"I'm sure going to enjoy fucking that cute soft little butt," grinned Ergar, the third priest.

They all freeze in their tracks as they entered the chamber. The boy had passed out, but the moment they entered he unloaded a for his age and balls huge load, that filled the bowl to capacity.

"Get that boy down, have him cleaned, feed him, take care of his sore cock and hole. I have to notify the Bishop. This is a miracle." The Arch-priest exclaimed, turning and running to his chambers.

If flies could laugh, there would be one rolling on the ground laughing hysterically.

A sparrow flew out of an open window in the temple and landed on window sill in the kitchen of a house. Joining the throng of flies Antos flew over to where the two youngsters are. Yes, they were attached to the chairs, their needs to release their body fluids taken care of by the hole in the seat. The Holy book on the stand in front of their eyes turned pages automatically when the child has memorized those pages.

When he came back in the temple, Antos was just in time to hear the Arch-priest gave orders to Nestor and the Deacon to make sure that tonights bread for all males had a dosis of aphrodisiac. The ones for the females had to include the usual depressant. This was interesting, aphrodisiacs, depressants, what else went on in the temple that nobody knew about, he wondered. The priests went to the kitchen and started preparing the special breads given out to the faithfull at the evening indoctrination.

Besides the usual ingredients for bread, the priests poured the Holy vessel's contents of Robby's cum into four mixing bowls of different colors. Then they added what the boy knew to be a powerfull aphrodisiac to the dark blue bowl for the adult males and a little bit less of the same aphrodisiac in the light blue and pink bowls, which contained the dough for the boys' and girls' bread. In the red bowl for the adult females they added a sexual depressant.

Antos got an idea to really mess with the Holyshits' minds. He went back to his hideout and waited for the evening bells.

After the mind numbing service, the villagers went home. The naked Heather was brought out and put in the stocks, not the normal way but with her body sideways. Her legs were spread tied to a pole at the ankles. In that position all three of her holes were available for penetration. After the people finished their supper, all males with seed filed out of their houses, naked and went to the temple square. The priests splitted them in three groups, one for each hole. Antos watched from the top of the hill, as the males lined up at their designated holes and robotically fucked either mouth, pussy or butt. Once a male was done with his first hole he moved to the end of the next line. The ritualistic rape of the girl continued until every male with seed had filled each one of her holes with his seed.

There was no morning service, since the fuck fest went past that time. The males returned home, the girl was taken down from the stocks and returned to the temple, where the priests would probably have their way with her again.

Antos had worked out his plan to really mess with the minds of the priests. He needed to rest first, doing all those shape changes was tiring. He rested and waited for the next day. He watched as priest Ergar and a couple of guards left with a wagon with Heather and Robby. They boy and girl were tied up naked in the back, in such a position as to allow the priest or the guards a little relief if they felt like it.

A small pixie flew in through an open window in the temple kitchen, passing above Nerstor and the Deacon, who did the drugged bread. The fly released a special magical dust, that floated gently unseen by the priests. They inhaled it, started sneezing, wheezing, the felt faint, their foreheads were hot, fever was setting in. They reported their sick condition to the Arch-priest, who cussed and cursed, but sent them away to take care of their ills. They would at least be fit to help him during the evening service.

The Arch-priest stormed to the kitchen and grabbed the containers with the various drugs used in the breads. Once they were on the table he got ready to mix the appropriate ones to their corresponding bowls. Antos was invisible and in Human form behind the priest. He put him to sleep and added the drugs where he needed them to be and in proportions he wanted for his plan to work. He smiled, set a release from sleep timer spell and returned to be a fly on the wall. The Arch-priest noticed he had already begun to mix the drugs and started to knead the bread for tonights service. He put them in special forms and baked the breads.

Everything went as normal, boring incantations, sing song moans, filing past the priest to receive their holy bread, people going home to eat supper and the holy bread. One of many flies around left the temple when the doors were opened.

Next morning the service sure was interesting. When the Arch-priest asked if anybody had any confessions to make, first two boys stood up and informed the priest of strange sounds and noises coming out of their parents room, with forbidden words being used, even screamed. One by one all the children reported the same occurences in their parents' bedrooms.

The adults were wringing their hands, eyes downcast. The Arch-priest was livid, he was foaming at the mouth shouting and damming the entire village. He ended the service abruptly and sent everybody to the fields, including the little children. Once the temple was empty except for the two remaining priests, he hollered:

"This is an epidemic, it's unnatural, evil forces are at work here, we cannot kill all the adults in the entire village. I will have to report this to the Bishop at once."

He stormed to his office to write a letter to his bishop.

The other two priests went to the kitchen, one of them saw the still dirty bowls from last nights holy bread and took a closer look at them and smelt the remnants of dough.

"Deacon Marcos, please take a look at the dough in the adult males bowl, and smell it, do the same with the one for the adult females," priest Nestor said.

The Deacon did as asked, with a look of surprise and shock on his face he said "They both have huge amounts of stimulant, it's not supposed to be there, how did they get there?"

"Well brother Deacon, who finished making the dough yesterday? We had it almost done, when we took ill, who had to add the special ingredients?" he asked.

"It can't be, the Arch-priest would not do that, he could have confused things," answered a shaky Deacon.

"Brother Deacon how can he confuse things? The containers are clearly marked, even an acolyte knows that light blue bowls are for boys, dark blue ones for adult males, pink for girls and red for women, so how could he confuse them? Also if you check the children's bowls you will see that he used the proper ingredients in right amounts."

The Deacon checked the last two bowls and nodded his agreement.

"So what do we do now? why would the Arch-priest do something like that?" he asked.

"I have no idea," Nestor said. "I will write a letter to the bishop myself, telling him what happened in the kitchen and who is to blame for the epidemic. You go get new bowls at the store, and hide these in the back of the pantry, where the self righteous ass never goes. Do not say anything about what we found to the Arch-priest."

A fly left the kitchen for some fresh air. Back at his hide out Antos was rolling on the ground holding his sides from laughing so hard.

That night half the adult males had their tongues removed and their genitals stuffed in their mouths. Their wifes were missing their tongues and were slit from the top of their pussies to their breasts. In the morning only half the people showed up for services. The guards and priests checked the houses of the missing ones to find their gruesome sights. They simply left the children tied to their beds and adjourned to the temple to discuss what happened.

"It has to be that vicious murderer that has been killing our patrols. He must be the one to blame for all our problems of late," screamed the Arch-priest. "The bishop needs to be informed immediately. We need a full garrison of soldiers to put an end to that menance." He continued raving.

"What shall we do about the children? We cannot keep them tied up to their beds forever." asked Nestor.

"Fuck them, rape them, give them to the other families, I don't care. I have more important things to worry about, then some brats." The Arch-priest stormed out of the meeting room.

Next morning nobody showed up for services. The guards and priests found all the children tied to their beds, in some cases two to a bed. All the adults except for the guards and priests were murdered by the unseen menace.

Back in the meeting chamber, the Arch-priest was fuming throwing a shit fit, blaming the unseen murderer of their patrols. He wanted the guards to search every house from top to bottom, find the culprit, hang him, kill him slowly, he just went on raving and ranting as he left for his chambers to write another letter to the bishop. After he left one of the guards noticed what could be a drop of blood on the Arch-priest's white shoes. He told that to Nestor.

"What did you say, private?" asked the priest.

"Holy Father, I said I saw what could be a drop of blood on the Arch-priest's white shoes, when he left and his robe left part of his shoe uncovered," he said meakly. Accusing a priest mistakingly was bad, but to accuse an Arch-priest would mean death.

The two priests looked at each other, then told the guards to follow them to the Arch-priest's chamber and wait outside until they were called in. The priests walked in on the Arch-priest, who was furiously writing another letter to the bishop. Before the man could say anything Nestor said:

"Arch-priest, could you please show us your shoes."

It was said as an order rather then a question.

"What? What is the meaning of this? How dare you interrupt me, can't you see I'm busy, we're in the middle of a crisis," he hollered.

"Arch-priest, lift your robes and show us your white shoes, NOW," Nestor ordered.

"Why do you want to see my shoes, they are part of my office rank."

Seeing that his arguments were doing no good, he lifted his robe and showed his shoes. There were a few drops of blood here and there on them.

"What? How did those get there, what is this? How dare you dirty my pristine shoes," he raved.

Priest Nestor motioned for the guards to come in.

"Arch-priest, I have to put you under arrest for the murder of all the adults in the village, for the mixing of the bread to cause the epidemic we had recently. We will wait until the bishop gets here for your trial," he said calmly.

"You are blaming me for the murders. You fool, can't you see it's that heathen killer that is doing that/ I am innocent and what do you mean causing the epidemic? How dare you accuse ME of such monstrous crimes, why would I kill all the adults, we need them to work the fields and produce children to carry on the glory of our God." He was foaming at the mouth.

The Deacon in the meantime was looking through the Arch-priest's study.

"Brother come look at this," he said holding a leather bag in his hand.

Nestor took a look inside the bag, his eyes went wide.

"How do you explain this, murderer? It is found in your study to which only you have a key."

He showed the contents of the bag to the guards. They see freshly cut tongues. The guards grabbed the still ranting and raving Arch-priest and hauled him to the jail, where they just dumped him in a dark cold cell. The two priests tried to decide what to do with the children, how can just the two of them keep control over so many children?

"Why not sell them to the slaver caravan that will be passing an hour from here later this evening? That's what they do with the children we send to the stockade, they sell them to slavers rather then hang them," the Deacon said.

"Get the sergeant of the guard in here, have the other guards untie the children, wash them quickly. It does not matter if they are boys or girls wash them all together," Nestor instructed.

The deacon left to do as instructed. The sergeant of the guard reported to priest Nestor in the chambers of the Arch-priest.

"You called for me, Holy Father?" he bowed.

"Yes, I did, we have a lot of children we cannot look after properly. I want you to load them in wagons, chain them and take them to where the slavers caravan crosses our border and sell them. Make sure you tell your soldiers to remember that the order was given by the Arch-priest, after all he did murder the adults in the village," the priest said.

Once the children were basically rinsed, they were herded naked to the waiting wagons, where they were piled, boys with boys and girls with girls they were chained. The wagons pulled out heading for a secret meeting with the slaver caravan.

That night the guards and the two priests lost their tongues to have them replaced by their genitals. By mid afternoon the village was deserted except for the corpses. All buildings still contained their furnishing and loot. Antos went to the cell the Arch-priest was in.

"The village is now a ghost town, all the adults are dead, all the children have been sold to the slaver caravan, that passed close by here yesterday. The two of us are the only ones left alive here. Now you are going to do one more service for me, Arch-priest," the 10-year-old half elven boy said with a big grin.

"You, it's you! You are the one responsible for the deaths of our patrols, for the murder of all the adults in this village. You unclean heathen Elf, I will kill you, the bishop will reward me greatly for such a service," he screamed. Then he started an incantation. Antos let him finish the weak paralyzing spell, let him cast it, only to have it bounce back on him, so the Arch-priest was paralyzing himself.

"My oh my. You Holycorpses don't learn, do you? I have removed over one hundred of you in a little over two weeks time, armed men, guards, priests and you still think your punny, weak spells can stop me? How pathetic," the boy laughed.

"Like I said, Arch-priest, you will do me one more little favor before you die like the rest of your Holyscum will."

With magic Antos made the Arch-priest go outside into the main square. He got the horses and hitched them to the wagons. He magically loaded all the loot he wanted to take with him. He made sure there were plenty of footprints of the Arch-priest's shoes. The man was in the front wagon and Antos sat himself in the second. He talked with the horses and they took off towards the closest border an hour away from the village. Once they crossed the border and had ridden about another hour, he stopped the horses, unhitched them from the wagons and set them free. He transported magically all the loot to his hide out. Once that was taken care of, he destroyed the wagons without any traces. Finally it was time to take care of the Arch-priest.

"Well, Arch-priest, I guess it's now your turn to die and join your brethren in hell," he smiled. "But before you die, I think it is only appropriate for me to rape you, just like you like to breed the boys and girls in your village."

The Arch-priest was magically forced on the ground on his back, his rich vestments opened, his legs raised and spreaded. He could not move out of this vulnerable position, as he watched the heathen murderer pull his decent sized boy cock. The boy lined it up with the priest's still virgin hairy butt hole. Without any lube or foreplay Antos shoved his boy cock into the hairy virgin hole. The Arch-priest hollered, cussed, damned the boy, tried to cast his memorized spells. But every time the boy shoved his cock inside him, he hollered, screamed and lost his concentration negating what ever spell he was trying to cast. Antos kept pounding the asshole of the asshole for at least twenty minutes. In all that time the Arch-priest did not manage to cast one spell and most likely, he had tried all the ones he had. With a wolf howl Antos had a very satisfying dry orgasm.

He did not want to leave the priest's hole dry, thus he took a piss in it. With his cock still in the priest's butt hole, he removed the man's genitals, then scampered over to the chest and removed the tongue and replaced it with the now useless cock and balls, the bloody end first of course. Then he burried the suspect of the gruesome murders of Holylighters. Of course the Arch-priest's body will never be found.

It had taken Antos a little over a week to take care of the first village.

He left the area and went back to his hide out. Maybe he should go to see his brothers and adopted mama Esmira. As he was about to leave a squirrel told him what has been happening to his family in the village.

'Oh shit,' he thought, 'I must make some plans before I return. Mr. Big has done what I hoped would not happen. By the time I return all my three Ebon brothers will be addicted to Orc seed, they will have no choice as far as having sex with their new papa and his Orc slave. My new adopted step-father has enough ammunition to keep me in line, maybe even to force me to beg to be brutaly fucked by him or by the Orc teen. I need to get some ammunition of my own, if not to counter balance the demands of Mr. Big then at least to help them get rid of the man.'

He fished some nuts out of his pack and gave them to his little squirrel friend to thank him for the information. Turning invisible, he made it to the village and saw his hated step-father going to a small house on the outskirts of Freedom. The boy followed him.

"Hullo, Mr. Big what can poor ole Tom do for you?" asked the old Ebon man who lived in the small house.

"You know the little half Elf? well, he should be returning in about a week. If anything should happen to me, like a sudden death, or I get sick or paralyzed, or any kind of missfortune, I want you to go to the smuggler's hideout and tell Tiger, «The job is on». He will know what it means." Mr. Big instruced. "Here's a little something for your trouble." He gave the man some coins. A sparrow flew towards the forrest.

Back in the cave Antos was wondering what that was all about, where was this smuggler's hideout. He needed to find that before he could do anything else. Again the boy enlisted the help of his animal and bird friends. He stayed the night in the cave and by the next morning he knew where the hideout was, how many men there were and what defenses they had. He decided to drop by there and get rid of that little nuisance. Of course depending what his adopted step-father's plans were for him he might or might not tell him of their early demise from this world. It only took him three hours to dispose of all living humanoid creatures there and to destroy all traces of existence of the hideout.

He spent another night in the cave before returning to finish his job at the second Holylighter village. He had a pretty good idea that the Bishop might have been the one that killed his father and his best friend.

The second village was slightly bigger then the first by about five family homes. This time he was in a hurry and did not feel like playing games with his victims. The first night fifteen adult couples were dead, his style. There was panic in the village and the guard was doubled at night, all exits were sealed tight. Priests were going around blessing the houses, putting various inefficient warding spells. After the second night all guards and priests were disposed off.

The Arch-priest of this village was smarter than the last one, he just begged for mercy, and gave him the information he needed. The bishop indeed killed his father, while the Arch-priest killed the friend. The bishop lived in the stronghold, a fortified village larger then rest.

He let the Arch-priest live for now, but wiped the man's memory clean of their encounter. Nobody worked the fields the next day. The villagers armed themselves, prayed for hours on end at the temple, but there was no holy bread that night. By the next morning there were no adults left except for the Arch-priest and a lone thirtyish looking guard with long blond hair, who had somehow escaped the purge.

The Arch-priest and the guard load all the children from the village onto wagons and left for the border town of Kromar, on the Karameikos side, where they sold the children into slavery. They also sold the wagons and draft horses and bought two ridding horses. Then they headed back to the Holylight Freeholds to report the tragedy to the Bishop.

Of course the Arch-priest never made it back, what a shame, his head was decorating a pike on the side of the road an hour ride from the border.

Once back in the deserted village Antos looted it of all he wanted and returned to Freedom.

He had been gone exactly 15 days. He would sleep in his cave tonight and the next day he would hunt and returned home acting as if did not know that Mr. Big was now his step-father.

Back in Mr. Big's barn, Grog had his legs up to his chest and his green butt was inviting Egrim to fuck him.

"Drop your legs big brother, I want to love you first before I try to see if I can reach both of your prostrates," Egrim said with a smile.

Grog dropped his legs and spreaded them, he opened his arms to welcome his brother and first love. Egrim laid on top of Grog, they embrace. The naked 13-year-old Ebon boy kissed his big green 14-year-old adopted brother on the lips. Their lips parted, tongues slid in the others' mouth, licking the inside of the warm moist caverns, running over pure white teeth, yellowish teeth and two frontal tusks. They sucked each others spit, sharing it, loving it. Hands running over the other ones naked body, rubbing, touching, feeling each other. Amir wondered if those two will ever come up for air.

Egrim broke the kiss, licking, kissing he moved to Grog's left ear. He nibbled on the lobes, slid his tongue inside, heard his brother moan in pleasure, kissing his way across the Orc's face, he kissed both eyes, cheeks, nibbles and licked his other ear. Moving downwards he nibbled and gave little love bites on the Orc's chin, sucked on his neck leaving brownish green spots, the marks of his love for Grog. His Ebon hands rubbed and kneaded the brownish dark green nipples on a well developed chest. He moved his mouth to Grog's pits, licking, sucking the coarse dark hairs, nibbling on the green skin. Moving across from the right pit, he licked, gently bit, sucked the teen chest, lapped at the nice nipples, licked them, twirled his tongue, sucked them for all he's worth, flicked his tongue on the hard nubs. He moved his expert tongue to the left nipple, repeating the proccess taking his big brother to sexual heights he had never been to before. Egrim finished with the upper part of the body by worshiping the left pit until it was clean as it could be, well except for the spit that covered it.

Kissing, licking, sucking leaving love marks along the way, he worked his way down the muscled flat abdomen. He licked the cock hairs area, with his mouth and tongue, rubbed his face in the coarse wiry hairs, feeling them scratch his face and cheeks.

Taking hold of Grog's big green Orc cock, he licked the big head with its ridges and bumps, slid his long pink tongue into the cross hair slit, sucking the pre-cum oozing out of there, swallowed the roundish mushroom type head, ran his tongue all over it, under the thick green skin that covered it. He started to swallow the Orc cock down his throat, sucking, working his throat muscles, squeezing, releasing the shaft and head. His nose was buried in the wiry coarse dark cock hairs. One hand was playing with the lemon sized balls, while the other was rubbing, pinching, twisting the Orc's nipples. Egrim started to go back up on the tasty green cock. Grog with a scream and a howl, grabbed his head and shoved it back down on his cock as he unloaded a huge load of yellowish orcish cum down the Ebon boy's throat.

When Egrim started to make love to him, Grog was not sure if it was real or if he was dreaming. Maybe his master had killed him and now he was in heaven, experiencing heavenly delights. Because in all the years that he had been having sex, it was never this good, this stimulating, this, this...., he has no words to describe what he was feeling. Every part of his body was alive, he could feel every muscle, every nerve, every last inch of his skin was tingling. He was moaning, groaning, trashing all over the floor of the loft. By all the Gods, this was what sex was all about, love, ecstasy, taking your partner to heaven, not what he had been trained to do and think. Brutality, power, conquest, pain, no that was the wrong way to do it, only weak people with a need to prove to themselves they were powerful use pain and violence in their sex. When his love took his manhood in his mouth and sucked it all in, he knew he was going to blow his biggest load so far. He shoved the head down on his cock and erupted with a huge load in his brother's mouth. Spent he laid there trying to catch his breath, he never had to do that with Mr. Big.

He looked down between his beefy legs to see Egrim, smiling at him while he licked and sucked the last remaining drops of cum.

"WOW! brother, that was the best sex I've ever had in my whole life. Thanks for showing me what real sex is all about. I love you more then I can describe." The Orc teen had tears of happiness in his eyes.

"Well, Egrim, are you going to breed big brother or what? I want his big green cock in my butt while you try to reach both of his prostrates," said Amir who did not want to be left out of all this great boy fun.

All three boys giggled at that remark. Grog sat up and pointed to his beefy thighs for the other two naked boys two sit on. Each Ebon boy sat on one thigh. They hugged and hold each other close. They all realized that it did not matter that they were from different species, they truly were brothers in their hearts, minds and souls.

With his big hands on Salim's shoulders Mr. Big fingered around the small neck, smiled, yes, he would have this little fragile toy boy begging for him to breed his small butt with his monster cock before the night is out.

He gently started to rub the shoulders, massaging them, kneading the kinks and tension, sensually running his hands over the shoulders. Then he took one arm in each hand he rubbed them and massaged, gently, softly, confusing the naked 11-year-old boy who was expecting a brutal penetration from which he might not have survived. Coming back up to the shoulders, he rubbed and massaged the small back, releasing the tension in the boy's body. He worked his way to the small waist of the toy, then using both hands he worked first on the right leg, lifting it, massaging the thigh, calf, foot, toes, heard the boy giggle as his foot was tickled. He raised the tiny foot to his mouth and sucked the little toes, licked between them.

He smiled, the toy was moaning softly, yes, the small fragile boy was his to do with as he pleased. He would be begging for his papa's snake in his tight boy pussy. He worked his magic on the other foot, making the boy giggle, sigh and moan louder.

He took a small butt cheek in each hand, rubbed them gently, massaged them, felt the boy push his little butt into his big hands. He knew now he had won his battle with this one, but he wanted a complete victory over his rebelious fuck toy. Gently he took the naked boy by his waist and flipped him over so the boy was now on his back with the snake still spreading his butt cheeks. He smiled his best fake smile at the boy, whose eyes were glazed, his face serene.

Mr. Big started to work on Salim's front, still softly, gently rubbing the toy all over, playing, pinching, rubbing his tiny puffy nipples, making them stand proud and hard, rubbed his little boy tummy with some baby fat still there. He pinched gently, tickled the boy, making him giggle and squirm. Holding the toy by his waist he lifted him so the thick-for-his-age-and-size cocklet was in front of his mouth. He slowly blew air towards the hard meat's partially visible head.

Salim moaned, his master took the entire cocklet and balls into his mouth. He worked that boy cock like it had never been worked, his tongue seemed to be everywhere, covering every thick inch of that cocklet. The boy was moaning, thrusting his hips forward wanting to get all of his cock inside that wonderful cavern of delights. The big man felt the boy approaching orgasm and smiled, knowing that the boy will never release his seed while the leather strip was tied securely around his genitals.

Salim screamed, then stopped, his eyes wide open, he was going to have a great orgasm, but his seed stopped before it could shoot out of his cock. Mr. Big laid the toy back down on his tighs making sure his snake was wedged securely between those butt cheeks that were now his property he could use and abuse as he wanted to.

When father/bear instead of killing him by shoving his huge snake up his little butt, started to massage and rub his back, then his whole body, sucking and licking his feet, Salim was confused, what was happening? why had his papa not killed him right away? His body was reacting to the gentle tender ministrations of the man, the big snake gently rubbing in his butt crack was making him harder than he had ever been. Then his step-father took his cock in his mouth. Oh, it was so good, even Egrim did not suck it so good and he was the best of all of them. He felt his orgasm begin, his seed leaving his ballsack on its way out his piss slit and into his father's warm moist mouth. Then nothing... his seed never reached his cock head, it just went back into his balls. Why? how could it?

"What happened papa? Why could I not shoot my seed?" asked the confused and puzzled 11-year-old.

"Well my cute little toy, that's 'cause papa does not want you to shoot your seed yet. Papa wants to breed you first, since papa does not want you to say he forced you to let him fuck your tight lil boy hole. He needs to hear you ask him to breed you with his papa snake. Don't worry my smallest toy, papa is sure your nice balls can hold at least three more loads of your cum in them before they explode." He smiled when he saw the boy's puzzled look turn to confusion and fear.

"What do you mean explode, papa?" asked the boy now confused and scared.

"Well, my rebel little toy, when papa was a slave at a plantation, he saw his master tie a string that only he could remove to the cock and balls of a Ebon slave buck, who had bred his young daughter. Then the overseers, played with the buck making him want to cum time and again. When the buck could not release his fifth load his ballsack just blew up, seed went flying everywhere. Don't worry, the slave did not die, but he could not get hard, nor did he have seed anymore."

He gave his most tender smile to the boy and watched the boy's face go pale when the information sank in.

"Please papa, please take the string off my cock and balls. I'll be good. I'll do anything you want me, never say you made me do it. Please just take it off, I don't want to loose my balls." cried the boy.

Mr. Big did not answer the boy. He just laid him on the floor of the loft and instead of fingers started working his tongue and expert mouth all over the boy's body front and back. Making him moan, writhe and trash on the floor, the boy shoved his boy hole into his father's tongue when he was licking it, and his cocklet in the warm mouth stimulating it, he brought the toy to another orgasm that did not go anywhere except back in his balls.

Salim did not know what to do, he did not want to loose his balls, not when he only recently started to seed. He also did not want to beg father/bear to fuck him. He was confused, he was scared, he had been ready to die instead of begging, but to live and have no balls or seed, he could not bear the thought. He gave in, his papa bear had won, he was truly the man's sex toy now, with tears in his eyes he begged.

"Please papa, please breed my little boy hole with your big beautifull snake, put it all the way in me, make me ride it, pound my lil toy ass, make me love having it fucking me. Pleeease papa, I need your papa snake breeding my hole anytime you want to."

Mr. Big smiled, he had one lil rebel under his control. Now he had only to work on the other once he returned from his trip and he would have all his little toys begging him to pound their holes, fighting among themselves for the privilege of receiving his snake anywhere he wanted to stick it.

He decided he was going to go slow. At first make the boy orgasm again in his balls, make the toy beg his father to fuck his ass hard, to pound his snake brutally in his boy pussy, then he would release the string and fuck the toy like he really wants to.

True to his intentions father/bear did a gentle, sensual assault on his smallest-in-height toy's fuck hole, he gently, carefuly slid his huge snake only half way in, then out, then back in. All the while he was kissing the boy's chest stimulating his little puffy nipples. The toy was moaning, pushing himself down on his master's snake, tenderly breeding him. He brought the boy to another fruitless orgasm, pulled the boy against his hairy chest and let him rest.

"Papa, likes your tight little boy pussy, he's not sure you can take a nice rough ride. Why don't you let papa know how rough you want papa snake to breed your cute boy pussy."

He kissed the toy's forehead.

Salim was terrified. He had three loads of seed in his balls. They felt like they were about to explode. He knew, one more load and he would not have any balls. He decided the only way to save himself was to completely surrender to his master, and beg to have him fuck his boy pussy like he wanted to.

"Papa, pleeease fuck my boy pussy hard, I want to feel your big balls spanking my worthless butt, want to feel your beautiful papa snake all the way in my pussy, breeding me, fucking me hard, making me scream and wail in pain and pleasure as you rip it to shreds with your lovely huge snake. Pleeease papa breed me like a wild animal." He said in a resigned voice.

Mr. Big smiles for real this time, he had beat this little toy. Now to beat the dangerous little half Elf, make him his willing fuck toy. He laid his newest willing toy on the back, removed the leather string, pulled his snake out until just the head was in. Then in one long brutal move shoved all 16 2/3" (42 cm) of hard Ebon snake all the way home, his balls slapping the small Ebon butt.

Salim hollered and wailed, his insides felt like they had just been riped to shreds. He hoped he could survive his master's brutal assault on his boy pussy. Mr. Big continued to pound the toy's ass violently, pulling his snake all the way out and before the wide open ravaged hole had time to close he rammed it back in, slapping the toy's butt cheeks hard every time. Salim had not stopped hollering, screaming and wailing the whole time.

After about ten minutes of this brutal assault on the little boy, Salim erupted with all his pent up loads and fainted. Mr. Big rammed his snake deep inside the toy one last time and with a scream of victory unloaded. His massive load filled the boy's stomach with more cum then he ever had at one time in his whole life. He pulled his spent snake out of the abused rectum, seeing the boy has fainted and slapped him on the face with his snake covered in cum, blood, boy butt juices. Salim came to, he cried, his butt was hurting like it never had before, his tummy was full of father/bear's cum, he felt it splashing inside him, leaking out of his ravaged hole.

His step-father ordered him to lick his snake clean, which he did without delay. Mr. Big then turned the boy on his tummy, filled his wide open bloody and ravaged hole with a healing salve and left the boy in the barns loft. The naked boy crawled into a fetal position, crying he fell asleep.

He headed home to his wife, happy as can be. He had one piss drinker already addicted to Orc cum, another a shitty butt hole licker would be addicted after another night, then two days more to addict the last toy to Grog's Orc cum and he would have the cute little half Elf neutralized and be able to make the toy do whatever he wants to. Yes life is good.

He thought about the Slant-eye doctor. Maybe he would have him perform the procedure on Grog and the one or two other Orc boys his friend should be bringing back with him when he comes with the doctor and the bale of cloth the blacksmith needs for his aprons. Yes, he would make Grog a virgin also. The Orc was to used to his cock, even if his hole was always tight, he did not holler, nor wail when Mr. Big fucked him, and he loved to hear his toys scream, holler, wail and beg as he pounds their boy pussies.

Next morning Grog woke up first. He slowly extracted his cock and balls from Amir's mouth and went to check on little Salim. He found the boy sleeping in a fetal position and saw the damage their master did to the little boy. Gently he picked the naked boy up, leaned him against his shoulder. Holding him with one strong arm, he climbed down and headed for the other barn. How could the man do such damage to this angelic little boy, he loathed the animal, because that is what Mr. Big was, an animal.

When Grog picked up the boy, he mumbled in his sleep "Harder, papa faster, rip my boy pussy papa." If Grog did not fear the man he would have killed him. He brought Salim to the other loft, laid him down on a mat, then searched through his stash of things until he found the orcish salve he has used on his butt hole, to help it heal, numb the pain. Carefuly as to not wake up the little one, he spreaded his legs and applied the salve to the damaged boy hole. He had tears in his eyes.

"What happened to Salim? is he alive?" asked a worried Egrim.

Amir hearing voices woke up and saw his little brother.

"Oh Gods, how could he do that to lil Salim? I hate that bastard," he screamed through tears.

Salim roused a little bit, still shaky, groggy and in pain from last night, not sure where he was he repeated, "Fuck my boy pussy hard papa, please breed me hard papa, ram your big snake in my pussy papa."

"Shhh! Shhh! hush lil one, you're safe, master is not here, so just rest my cute sweet lil one. Grog will take care of you."

Salim just went back to sleep without fully waking up. Grog done with medicating the ravaged boy hole, found a light blanket and covered the poor little naked 11-year-old, then motioned for the other two to climb down from the loft. They walked outside and behind the barn, the night sky just started to show some rays of light, but in the living quarters behind the store everybody was still sleeping.

"The asshole broke him, made Salim beg to be bred brutally, like he likes to breed boys. Don't say anything to him when he wakes up about what he said in the loft. He needs rest, food and special Orc tea I can make if your mama will get me some hot water." Grog whispered with tears still falling down his cheeks. "By all the Gods, I wish Antos was here, but I'm also scared what Master will do to him to break him."

"He won't break him, not Antos," said Amir.

"Amir my brother, you do not know your master, he will break Antos. By the time he returns, all three of you will be addicted to my Orc seed. He will force me not to give you any of my seed at least a few days before Antos returns. So he can make him watch as the three of you writhe in pain and agony on the floor, begging master to let you have my seed while he brutaly fucks you. If Antos cares about you he will do anything master wants him to, just so you will not have to suffer. He will break him using the three of you as weapons." The Orc teen said sadly.

"We are fucked, there is no way out for us. Nothing can stop him from doing whatever he wants to us," said a terrifed Egrim.

"Our only hope is that Antos can come up with something, Hey, he can use magic and kill papa," said Amir excited.

"Master will have some plan ready to make sure Antos does not use magic or kill him. I do not know what, but he will have a plan to make sure Antos cannot do him any harm. That's the way he is." Grog said, feeling depressed.

After breakfast Mr. Big called the boys and told them:

"You can't stay sleeping in my barn, since I want to use it to store my supplies and things like that. But now there are five of you and your mama's barn is too small, I decided to expand the loft of it. You start cleaning the old loft, and then will help to make it bigger to give you more space."

The three spent the rest of the day cleaning the loft and the old barn. Now and then they dropped in Mr. Big's barn to check on Salim, to make sure he got to drink the Orc tea Grog made for him and had eaten the food they got him.

During the same day Mr. Big went and saw the blacksmith.

"Creto, do you think we could borrow Parthos while he's learning about breeding? I want to expand the loft in Esmira's old barn to give my sons more room and we could use Parthos help with the building."

"Sure you can, Mr. Big. Do you want him to just move in with your boys while he is learning and helping them to add to their loft?" Creto asked.

"I would not want to put you in a bad spot, I know how much you depend on the boy help around your shop," Mr. Big replied.

"It will be no problem, by supper time tonight we shall be done with all the repairs and fixing of the armors and weapons we bought from your boys, the last time Antos got back. As for the usual work we get I can handle it without the boy. I'll let him know that he is to live with you and your sons until you are done with him."

"Thank you Creto, that is very kind of you, I will see Parthos after supper tonight then," said Mr. Big and left the smithy.

After supper, he went to the barn with all four boys. Salim was well enough to come to the table for supper, he was still a little bit shaky on his feet, but he made it.

"Tonight we're having a guest that will stay with us for a few days or longer, depending on how long it takes to expand the loft in the other barn and how long it takes to get him used to breeding my toys and getting bred by me and Grog. He's Parthos the blacksmiths son, he is 16 almost 17, and has a long cock, but a lot thinner then Grog's, so all you toys should all be able to take it without any problems." the big man said. "Egrim, tonight you'll come with me to the other barn after we're done here. It's been a while since I had the pleasure of breeding your boy pussy," he added with a grin.

"Mr. Big, are you in there?" a voice came from the front of the barn.

"Yes Parthos, come on in and close the doors, we don't want any females sneaking in here," said Mr. Big laughing.

Parthos closed the barn doors and bolted them, and then the naked 16-year-old Ebon boy climbed up to the loft.

"Papa said I was to stay with you and your sons until we finish fixing the old barn and I have learned how to breed and be bred," the boy said blushing.

"You've met my ex-slave who's now one of my sons, Grog, I know you have seen Egrim, Amir and little Salim, Antos is out wrecking havoc on the holyshits," he introduced his sons pointing to each boy as he said the name.

Parthos checked these boys a bit better now that he was about to have boy fun with them. He noticed that 13-year-old Egrim has a bit of hair around his manhood and it seemed large, 12-year-old Amir has some hair around his and it was only a little bit shorter than his older brothers, and 11-year-old Salim has maybe a few hairs around his manhood but it seemed to be thicker than his brother's and about the lenght of his meat.

What catches Parthos attention is the shape of Grog's cock head, it was rounded like a mushroom head with ridges and bumps all over it and it was thicker than the rest of the green shaft. He wondered what it would be like to get bred by that cock.

"Yes, I have seen Grog at the creek and in town, Egrim, Amir, Salim and Antos I've met when they sold papa stuff Antos got from the Holyshits." The boy said blushing as he kept looking at Egrim and Grog.

"Parthos sit on a bale and spread your legs. Egrim get in there and show him how to suck cock," Mr. Big commanded.

The 13-year-old naked boy scooted over to Parthos, took his hardening meat in his hand, stroked it a few times, pulled the skin back, licked the head and took it in his mouth. He knew his step-father was not interested in foreplay, he just wanted him to suck the boy to a quick orgasm. So he started sucking all of the older teen's cock into his mouth and throat. He felt it harden in his throat, worked his muscles on the long thin shaft, bobbing up and down on it, taking every last bit with every downward slide, pushing his nose into the wiry, kinky hairs. It didn't take Parthos long to pant, scream and unload his load down Egrim's throat.

"You will get a chance to have my other sons suck you off anytime you want, as a guest their mouths and holes are at your disposal, so are their cocks available to breed you and to teach you how to suck cock." The man said, wanting to get his thick, long snake in the 16-year-old's virgin boy hole. "Now, bend over the bale, and raise your butt." he ordered.

Parthos did enjoy the suck job, wishing it would have lasted longer. He did as he was told. Mr. Big walked over and spreaded his legs wide. He then ordered Amir to lick the boy's hole clean. His son obeyed and did as he was told as fast as he could. He could see that his father's snake was rock hard and leaking pre-cum by the gallon. Mr. Big told Grog to get in front of the new boy's face, ordered Parthos to open his mouth wide and take the Orc teen's cock head in his mouth.

"Now my boy, I'm going to teach you how to breed boy pussies the way all boys like, fast and hard," he said.

Mr. Big smiled, finally after two years of waiting he was going to fuck that delectable virgin Ebon butt. Before the boy went back home he would be addicted to Grog's cum and his huge Ebon snake. He lined the big thick head of his snake against the virgin hole, hold the boy by his hips and stuffed his cock all the way into the boy's hole, pushing the boy forward and making him swallow every bit of Grog's Orc cock. The 16-year-old black boy did not have a chance to scream or holler, he was stuffed from both ends with two long, thick monsters. His nose was mashed against Grog's cock hairs, they were in his nostrils making him want to sneeze, he felt Mr. Big's cock hairs scratching his butt cheeks.

Mr. Big fucked Parthos with fast hard strokes, pulling his snake until just the head was in, pulling the boy almost off the green cock, then rammed it back till his pubes were pressed against the squished butt, his balls spanking the boy's muscled butt and balls. Parthos had no choice and was shoved from one cock to the other. He got both of them almost out of him, just to have them rammed hard into both his mouth and hole at the same time. His own long thin cock was being rubbed hard against the bale of hay he was laying on. This hard, fast, brutal, painful introduction to breeding went on for ten minutes, before Parthos with a "MMMMPPPPHHH" unloaded his seed. Mr. Big felt it happen when the boys pucker tightened.

"Glad to see you are enjoying being bred like all boys love to be bred. My sons just can't get enough of being bred by their papa, isn't that right boys." He said and gave his sons a warning look.

"Oh yes papa, I love it when you shove your huge papa snake in my boy pussy hard, specially when you pull it all the way out and them ram it all the way back in." Salim said.

"I just wish you could breed me every night, it feels great to have your big snake pounding my boy hole, while big brother Grog pounds my mouth with his tasty big green cock," Egrim added.

"I wish I could sleep with either your or Grog's cock in my boy hole, and the other cock in my mouth and have you feed me your seed all night long," Amir continued.

"You see, Parthos, boys need to be fucked hard just like I'm doing to you. This is how you are supposed to break in your sons when you get some." He smiled at his toys, they did good, maybe he would reward them later tonight. It didn't take long for him and Grog ramming their cocks deep into the no longer virgin boy and unload their copious loads of seed. They pulled out slowly letting the boy wheeze and pant on the bale.

"Parthos, I want you to learn how good it feels to have your cock pounding a boy hole hard."

Mr. Big helped the naked boy stand up on shaky legs. "Amir, lay over the bale, Parthos is going to fuck your pussy."

Amir complied without a moment of hesitation. He laid on the bale, spreaded his legs and got ready to be pounded by the long thin Ebon cock.

"Now Parthos, line the head of your cock with his boy hole, do not insert it in yet, just make sure the tip of your head is pushing at the entrance to his boy heaven. Egrim, get in front and put the head of your cock in Parthos mouth." He motioned for Grog to get behind the student. He himself got behind Egrim and lined his well greased snake against the 13-year-old's well fucked hole. At his signal Grog and he both rammed their huge cocks into the holes in front of them. Egrim wailed at the brutal assault of his boy pussy. Parthos would have screamed at the brutal invasion, but his mouth was full of Egrim's cock. His own cock did feel great being rammed in and out of Amir's boy hole, Grog's wicked head was pounding his prostrate, making him see stars in front of his eyes, sending lightning bolts thru his body as it stimulates his prostrate. Egrim was wailing non-stop begging his father to breed him harder, to shove his whole snake in his boy pussy, to spank his worthless ass with his orange size balls. He was screaming anything that came to his mind just to please his step-father. If he pleased him now, maybe he could avoid getting fucked even more brutaly in the other barn tonight.

The orgy continued for a good twenty minutes, with the sound of balls and crotches smacking boy butts and chins, cocks pistoning in and out of well fucked boy holes. Sweat poured of all the boys and the man, wails, moans, grunts escaping their lips, a cacophony of sexual abandonment resonated and echoed in the barn. With screams, wails, grunts they emptied their seed into mouths, holes and bale of straw. They colapsed on top of each other, catched their breath, then pulled their softening members out of whichever hole they had been in and fell on the floor of the loft.

"Now boys why don't you go down to the creek and wash yourselves, then go to sleep. We have a long day of work tomorrow, since we will start building the addition to your mama's loft." He was pleased with the boys, they did as they were told.

He wiped his snake clean on Amir's face and went to his bedroom, he just might have enough energy to plow his wife if she was awake.

The boys headed for the creek to wash themselves and to relax after such a brutal pounding.

"Hey, Parthos, you must know that when we can have sex without our papa present, we'll show you how it's really done." Egrim told the older Ebon boy while they were washing each other.

"Until I met my new brothers, I didn't know that sex is supposed to be pleasurable and something truly enjoyable, and not just brutal pounding to cause pain to the other person." Grog added.

"But please, don't mention anything of this to our papa or we will get a whipping we'll never forget." Amir said.

They spent the next few days working hard on expanding the loft in their old barn, and making the smoke house larger, so they can smoke more meat in it.

On the second night Parthos was there, Mr. Big decided to let the boys have fun on their own. He told his sons to teach breeding the way he liked to breed them, but the boys had their own ideas of what they were going to teach Parthos.

"Tonight papa is not going to be here, he told us to continue teaching you about breeding his style. Hope you don't mind if we teach you how to do it the right way." Grog said.

"Will my butt and mouth be as sore as they were this morning from your papa's style of breeding?" the boy asked, hoping his hole didn't have to be brutally pounded like it was the night before.

"It shouldn't be sore, unless you try to take all four of us in your hole at the same time, if we could figure out how to do it." Amir grinned as he said that.

"Hummm, I don't think so, but how about your cock? Grog, hope you don't mind but Amir's cock is not as scary as yours and I did breed him last night." Parthos said.

"Nah, don't mind at all, besides got to breed you last night, so tonight you get to breed me and see if you can rub both my prostrates. Egrim could not reach the second one, last time he fucked me," replied the Orc teen.

"Orcs have two prostrates?" a surprised Parthos asked.

"Yep, we sure do, one just like Human boys, the other is a bit deeper inside and on the top of the chute. Egrim could not fully reach it with his seven inch (17.5 cm) cock, he was almost there but not quite."

The boys had Parthos lay down on the mats, told him to not do anything but enjoy himself and let them do all the work. They decided they would all work on him at the same time, to intensify his pleasure. Grog and Egrim would work over the upper part of his body, while Salim and Amir would take the lower.

Parthos watched as his four naked friends position themselves around him. He was not sure what was going to happen, since when it came to breeding he only had last nights brutal assault as a reference. He jumped and giggled when both Amir and Salim licked the soles of his feet, tickling him, at the same time as Grog and Egrim nibbled on his ear lobes, sliding the tips of their tongues inside. Egrim worked the boy's face, kissing every cute inch of it, cheeks, eyes, wide flat nose, forehead, chin, lightly kissed his lips, the rubbed his tongue on the lips getting Parthos to open his lips and mouth. Egrim immediately planted a lip lock on the surprised teen. Grog in the meantime kissed and nibbled on the boy's ear, neck and shoulder on his side. Down below the two younger ones licked, sucked, nibbled their student's toes, while massaging his calfs. The two teens engaged in the lip lock, battled with their tongues, tasting the inside of each others mouths, tongues running over pearly white teeth, exploring the others mouths.

Finally they came up for air and Egrim moved his tongue and mouth downward. Before Parthos had time to recuperate from the first lip lock, he found himself in another one with the Orc teen. Below, the other two spreaded his legs wide and worked their way to his thighs, that they licked, sucked and nibbled on, while also massaging with their hands the parts where their mouths were not. Parthos thought that compared to last night this was heaven, it couldn't get any better. He hadd be moaning and groaning if he could, but with Grog's long reddish tongue exploring his mouth and licking his teeth, sucking his spit then giving it back to him, all he could do was return the favor to the Orc teen, by copying what he was doing. He nearly jumped out of his skin, when both Amir and Salim licked the areas where his legs met his body, he felt them lift his butt. One of them started to work on his butt crack, licking the lenght of it, cleaning it, removing all dirt and dried shit from there. Somebody had both his low hanging balls in his warm moist mouth, swirling them, licking, running the tongue all over them, sucking them as if he wanted to swallow them down his throat. He felt a tongue pushed through his pucker, licked the inside of his boy hole. He let out a long loud moan. Grog had moved back to his shoulder.

"AAAAAHHHHHH."

Parthos moaned as two tongues licked his sweaty pits, sucking the sweat out of there, licking it, nibbling. His body was wiggling, if he wasn't pressed between the four naked boys he would have been all over the loft. Whoever was working on his boy hole was now inserting fingers in there instead of tongue. The other tongue was licking the underside of his long thin cock, from his balls to the tip, sliding the tip of the tongue into his open piss slit, lapping at his oozing pre-cum, sliding that wonderful tongue all over his cock head, pulling the foreskin over it while continuing to run the tongue in circular motions around the engorged head.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, YEEEEEEEEAAAAHHH!" moaned the 16-year-old Ebon boy as two mouths and tongues got to work on his sculpted chest and muscled pecs, licking them, biting, sucking. He let out a howl when his hard nipples got sucked into warm moist caverns and expert tongues and mouths brought him more delight than he ever felt in his life. His cock was engulfed all the way into paradise, that was what it felt like when the throat expertly massages his long Ebon cock, sucking it all the way. He felt lips press against the base of his meat, nose pressed into his pubes trying to become part of them. He was not sure how long he would be able to last with all this happening to his body, he felt like he was floating on air. Every inch of his body was tingling, lightning bolts flew through his body being everywhere at once. He was bucking his hips to get his cock deeper into heaven, pushing down to get more of the three fingers now fucking his hole, rubbing his prostrate, scratching it with nails. Just when he thought he was going to erupt, it stopped, mouths and tongues were removed from his body.

"Well Parthos, isn't it a lot better when there is some play before the breeding?" Amir asked with his face still between the Ebon teen's legs.

Parthos looked around him with glazed eyes, saw four smiling faces looking at him.

"Oh yes, I thought I was in heaven, why did you stop? I was going to shoot my seed any moment," he whispered.

"'Cause we want you to shoot it inside one of us, while Amir shoots his inside you," smiled Egrim. "So which one of us do you want to fuck?"

"I want to see if my cock can reach both of Grog's prostrates, he did challenge me to find out." grinned Parthos.

"Yes, yeah! finally I get to see what it feels like to have both my prostrates rubbed while having good sex and not like when papa just brutally fucks me." Grog said excited.

Grog laid on his back on the mats, lifted and spreaded his legs to give Parthos full access to his muscular green butt. Parthos waisted no time getting in place and sliding his long thinish 9" (22.5 ccm) cock inside, he did rub both glans. Amir positioned himself behind the teen and slided his medium thickness 6½" (16 cm) rock hard cock in leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. Egrim and Salim not wanting to be left out scooted over so they were on diferent sides of the bodies and attacked Parthos gorgeous chest. They all started to work in unison, Parthos slided his cock inside Grog as Amir pushed his inside Parthos, Amir pulled his out, pulling Parthos out of Grog. All the while Egrim and Salim licked, sucked, nibbled and bited his nipples, pecs, chest. The four naked black boys and the one naked green boy continued for another ten or so minutes in a tangled synchronized ballet of lust and desire, when Grog with a growl erupted spewing his yellowish Orc cum all over his chest, face, belly and all over Egrim and Salim. That sent Parthos and Amir with howls and screams to erupt with their loads into the holes they were breeding. Parthos and Amir collapsed on top of Grog in a mass of sweaty, spent bodies, trying to come down from their sexual high.

"Well Parthos, which way do you prefer to breed, ours or papa's?" Salim asked with a big grin on his face.

"Oh Gods, Oh Gods, why would anybody want to be in hell when they can be in heaven." sighed Parthos.

The boys headed on down to the creek to wash up. While at the creek Parthos sucked on Salims cock, while Grog took care of the boy who showed him what love is, since neither Egrim nor Salim had shot their seed in the loft.

Lucky for Parthos they only had sex with Mr. Big one more time. The rest of the time it was just him and his friends. He got to fuck and suck each one of them, got fucked and sucked by each one of them. The boys also promised him that when Antos returns, they will make sure he gets to play with him also.

Two nights before Antos was expected to return, Mr. Big forbade Grog to feed his cum to his brothers. Grog knew what kind of pain his little brothers would go through and he hated the man for forcing him to bring so much pain to the boys he loved now.

The day before Antos showed up they finished their work on both the smokehouse and the loft. They had got some soft leaves and grass and laid it in a corner area over which they will put their mats right next to each others, so they could sleep close.