BRONZE AGE COCK BROTHERS Part 1-PROLOGUE
(I'm just sending this in for my Marine Corps buddy Z. He did all the writing or almost all of it. I gave him the story idea and told him things to put in or have people say. I really hope you like it. It's total FICTION, I mean made up by us. Not from real life like the stories about my family. Plus it happened a long time ago, back in the Bronze Age, when there were real fuckin Men.)
AROUND THE YEAR 1200 B.C.--SOMEWHERE IN THE FAR SOUTH OF THE MEDITERRANEAN
On a short stretch of beach surrounded on three sides by steep, rocky cliffs, a lone figure of a man stood looking out over the sea. Behind him in the darkness were three or four bonfires and the sound of his warriors enjoying their victory.
The man himself, scarcely twenty-five summers old (his people measured time by the almost unbearably hot summers of their land), was almost awe inspiring. A handsome, masculine face. Dark, even beautiful eyes, thick eyebrows and thick full eyelashes. A strong, well-developed jaw. His hair was cut severely to make him look even more savage. The sides and back were shaved bare. The hair on top was kept clipped down almost to stubble. He was shaved clean except for a barely noticeable growth of short-cropped hair on the end of his chin. A sign of strong sexual talent known to every warrior who saw it.
Two bright brass earrings proclaimed his status as the sire of several boys. Boys he'd made after being ordered to fuck one of the slave girls in the King's palace.
He stood relaxed, comfortable in his own nudity, wearing only his sword belt from the battle earlier, and nothing else. He had never worn clothing. No warrior ever had. They were forbidden from covering their manhood or their ass. For a man to go naked was a kind of worship of their god Kummok, a name that meant "Cumming Cock" in their language. Even the short cape they sometimes wore seemed uncomfortable to them.Their clothing, their pride, was their muscles, which they cultivated daily for hours.
The Commander's muscles were strikingly perfect. Full and rounded, yet lean, so that they almost seemed like a kind of armor. Thick sloping trapezius muscles carried one's gaze from his thick neck to powerful, swelling shoulders and arms. His pectoral muscles were broad and deep, and capped by his dark nipples with their thick, erect nubs. Two more brass rings in his tit-nubs were a secret sign of his sexual skills, a secret known only to his fellow warriors and to the King and his elite guard.
His broad, muscular chest and back tapered severely down to his small waist. Beautiful abdominal muscles led down to his crotch and on to his bulging thighs and calves. In back, a high, thick rounded ass that even the King's own councilors openly lusted after.
But his greatest pride hung between his legs. His balls were large and hung low in their sac, and it seemed that they constantly made almost too much sperm, so that his cock--thick around and long, the cockhead perfect in shape and size--was always growing stiff and driving his natural instinct to fuck. The only hair on his manhood was a small, shaved-down patch over his cock. The rest, on his balls, between his legs, all of it had been removed when he became a man. Even the hair around his asshole, which he would have called his "cunt." Warriors like him didn't have a polite way of speaking about their bodies or any male's body. They didn't have a polite way of speaking about anything, in fact.
Boys destined to be warriors were raised exclusively by men, other warriors, almost from their earliest years. He had no memory of his mother and scarcely any memory of any female. He was bred to be a warrior and began his life with them when he was only five summers old. There he'd learned their way of speaking and acting. He saw what they did with each other and soon experienced it first-hand. To him, to every male in his city-state, but especially the warriors, it was all only natural.
As he stood there he glanced over to his right and to his left. There at the either end of the little beach was a warrior keeping watch. They might almost have been his brothers, their look and physique were so similar. (Outsiders especially were amazed at how much the men of his city resembled each other.) They saw their commander's glance and nodded in respect to him. While he was still looking out over the little waves crashing at his feet, he began pissing in a strong, steady stream. Like any warrior when outdoors, he took no notice of where he was or who was with him when he pissed. But like an animal he relieved himself without thinking. It was never easy teaching a warrior to control himself when he visited one of the King's palaces or one of the fine homes in the citadel. But then again, the powerful and wealthy men of their city didn't expect much of a warrior in the way of manners, only in what he brought to the bedchamber.
Turning back to the camp, the young Commander glanced up at the cliffs where he had stationed four more of his warriors, but could see nothing in the darkness. And so he began striding towards the light from the fires and the noise of his warriors' shouts and obscenities. On his right as he left the beach, up under the rock of the cliff, a group of three very pretty young girls sat naked together, shivering with fear and clinging to each other, their hands and feet alike bound with sturdy ropes. They had already been raped repeatedly by his men. And to make sure there were no disputes about fatherhood of any male offspring, every warrior took a turn inside the women and had to prove to his comrades that he'd made his seed by turning to those waiting to show the sperm dripping from his piss-hole.
After they had done their duty to the King by impregnating the women they'd captured, they turned to the real fun. In fact, the Commander saw they had been going at it for a little while already.
His forty warriors had laid waste to the hill-top town they raided. The King hadn't explained why he wanted it taken. He never explained. The warriors didn't care. They only knew how to bring punishment to anyone who displeased their King. Attacking early in the morning in their sleek, silent boats, they had found most of the men asleep. They quickly put the sentinels to the sword and then invaded the little citadel. When the enemy warriors were either dead or captured, they went about selecting those they would bring back for the slave market. Only the most beautiful of the men were of interest to them. Those with the finest, muscular physiques and handsome faces. They chose ten of the sixty or so who survived the assault. And then they went about the bloody business of putting the rest to death. No one to survive and seek revenge.
Along with their most valuable booty, the males, they took the three young women, keeping only the prettiest but who looked most capable of bearing strong sons. Too many female captives would slow them down. Females, in their way of thinking, were good only for pushing out healthy, strapping boys from their cunts. The remaining women they raped, as many as they could. Now if they bore any sons, they would be sons of their powerful enemy, the Kummok. For so they called themselves.
With the women out of the way, they were free to have their fun with the male captives, all of them handsome and muscular. And as such the object of hot fuck-lust by the warriors. The Commander had given them free rein to rape them all they liked. He only ordered that they were to be heavily oiled in back. He didn't want any spoiled cunts, he said, to bring to the market.
As he walked closer, two of his muscle-bound warriors, their good-looking faces happy and bright with smiles, stumbled into his path with one of the prisoners, a fine young buck bulging with muscle. His face, where it hadn't been bloodied in the battle, was a strikingly handsome one, even as his eyes flashed defiance at the Commander. His hair had already been cut down on the sides and in back, the top left longish, in the way the slaves were made to cut their hair. His hands were bound tightly behind his back, which made his shoulders and chest bulge out impressively but made sure he was completely defenseless.
The handsome warrior on the captive's left called out happily to the Commander. "Hail, sire! We've got us a pretty one." The other joined in, "He'll make for good fucking, sire."
Even though he was only a few summers older, his rank and the favor of the King made him almost godlike in their eyes. Their cocks grew hard seeing him. The Commander for his part felt his lust growing as he looked at his proud warriors, their thick muscle, handsome and boyish faces so eager to use their cocks on their prize.
"Yes, good fucking. You boys will have a good fucking time with him." He briefly took their cocks, one in each hand, and stroked down them, a sign among them of his affection. They beamed with pride, and their cocks stiffened and jerked in excited lust, as did the Commander's now.
"Look, sire," said the one to his left, as he spun the captive around and roughly pushed his head down with a hand to the back of his neck, so that his head was almost to the ground. When he was fully bent over, he reached down to grab the prisoner's left ankle and awkwardly pulled his leg up. His companion steadied the captive, wrapping his arms around his torso. They were excited to show off the young prisoner's ass to their Commander.
"That's a good fucking ass, isn't it?" one asked. The Commander nodded, stepping closer.
"And his cunt," the other one said. It was a beautiful hole. The hair would have to be removed, but it was otherwise perfect: tight and evenly puckered. Even in the dim light from the fires, the Commander could see they'd put olive oil all around and inside the sensitive opening. "Try it, lord!" the warrior gripping the new slave's torso said.
The Commander smiled, happy at how happy they were to get his approval. He put his finger in the handsome prisoner's hole, and he wasn't gentle. The young man grunted and then let out a short yell.
"Shut your fucking mouth, you fucking whore," the warrior holding the prisoner's leg up said, looking at the Commander and smiling while he did. "If the Commander wants to fuck his finger in your goddam cunt, you fucking take it. You don't cry like your bitches when we raped them."
The Commander smiled at his warrior in approval. Put the slave in his place, he thought. He put two fingers in him now, just as roughly as before, trying to get the young captive to cry out again. He couldn't deny that seeing this once fierce enemy helpless, his legs spread wide, his head bowed, his balls and cock hanging unprotected, all of it made him want to stay and help his "boys" rape him.
"It's a good cunt," the Commander agreed. Tight and smooth, it was cleaned out perfectly by the warriors. They were all very skilled and knowledgeable about man-fucking, having been trained in it since boyhood. "Keep him well oiled up. And," he paused for a moment, as they looked at him eager to catch every word, "and fuck the living shit out of him." They laughed at the little joke and hustled their captive over closer to a fire, throwing him down violently in the soft sand. And then moving fast, one in front, one in back, they began to rape him.
Indeed, everywhere he looked there were groups of sometimes four, sometimes six, or sometimes only two warriors surrounding a single captive. They were groups of lover-pairs and their "friends." In other words--the Commander thought with a smile--those who fucked each other every night. As he kept walking, moving slowly to the back of the little sheltered cove, he stopped to watch his warriors at play.
They greeted him with happy faces, even while they were busy fucking. He always told them to continue. He just wanted to watch "his boys." They were only too eager to obey him.
His favorite so far was a group of six. Their prisoner had his hands bound in front of him and was down on all fours, his legs spread extremely wide. Three warriors stood at his head, three at his ass. >From what the Commander could see, the handsome young captive had already been used by others. Their seed was on his face and a little on his magnificent muscular ass.
Of the three in front, the one in the center took a hold of the hair they allowed a prisoner to keep and jerked his head up violently to get his mouth up to the level of his straining cock. Then he plunged in. The warrior to his left, his "lover" the Commander knew, began running a hand down his lover's chest and over his sharply defined abdominals, then brought it back up to rub and stimulate his lover's tit nubs. The other warrior, the one on his right, their "friend"--meaning he often joined them when they fucked--was caressing his round ass, soon inserting a finger into his cunt. The whole time, the warrior continued furiously fucking the mouth of the helpless prisoner.
Their talk was the crudest, the only way they knew how to talk. "Take his cock in your whore mouth, you fucking cocksucker!" the warrior's lover was shouting down to the captive. "You suck your own father's cock, you dirty whore!"
Their friend on the right joined in. "He's fucked the cunt of your friends already. You're tasting their cunts, you fucking animal!" Then he got even more excited when he felt his finger being squeezed hard by his companion's tight hole. He turned to the warrior, "Getting your cunt fingered is getting you close, brother? Then cum, you motherfucker!" he almost shouted, carried away by lust for his handsome comrade. "Your fucking cunt is sucking my finger so hard, you dirty fucking whore! Make your fucking seed in him, give him your goddam cum, you dirty boyfucker!" He was fucking his finger into him rapidly now, and with a groan his friend started shooting his seed into the mouth of their handsome prisoner.
Almost immediately, the other two pulled him away, and his lover took over, forcing the young man to open his mouth wide enough for him to fuck his cock inside it savagely.
The three standing at the prisoner's ass were having their fun at the same time. Again, there was a warrior, his lover on his left, and on the right their "friend." The warrior's lover had squatted down and was eagerly sucking on his cock, to get it slick enough to push inside the prisoner without too much resistance. The "friend" had gone down on one knee to hold the captive around the waist and roughly pull his hindquarters up higher, to line his cunt up better with the warrior's cock. When his lover was finished sucking, and his cock was dripping with spit, he put his hand around the base of it and guided him to the captive's fuckhole. Once he felt the slick, warm rim of the hole, he pushed into him quickly, forcing himself in and past the tight ring of muscle.
The prisoner grunted loudly around the cock in his mouth. He was covered in sweat, his face red from the strain. His ass was red from being slapped earlier while the first group raped him. He couldn't know, not yet anyway, how the sight of a strong, well-muscled young beauty like himself made the warriors' cocks stiff with lust. But even with the abuse he was suffering, the worst shame he felt was that the heavy fucking up his ass was making him hard again. These warriors noticed it just like the others before them. There was a loud laugh from the one holding him by the waist.
"The cunt's got a hard cock!" The warrior and his lover shouted their laughter along with him. "He's a fucking whore!" the warrior said, stabbing his cock into him.
The friend turned his head toward the captive's and said, "You're more a woman than a man, aren't you, cunt? Your fucking dick grows hard feeling a true warrior rape your manhood away." He laughed again. And then he reached under the prisoner to take hold of his cock. Instead of inflicting more pain, he began to tug and stroke on him, bringing him to a full erection quickly.
"That's good," the Commander said, watching them all. "Make him spit out his seed while you fuck him. He'll learn to love a cock in his cunt faster." They all laughed, and the friend masturbated the fiercely blushing young prisoner even faster. When he came shortly after, his whole body shuddered and jerked as his hole instinctively tried to push the invading cock out while his balls pumped out seed. But there was no shutting out the warrior now pounding into him violently. The prisoner came harder and more intensely than he ever had in his life.
The young warrior pulled his cock out proudly, showing off to his companions and to the Commander the thick layer of cum on it. The Commander smiled at him, looking down to the boy's large cock. He grabbed hold of it and stroked the rest of his cum out. The warrior was breathing heavy and half-smiling, enjoying the feel of his Commander's hand on his cock, prolonging his intense pleasure. The Commander could do whatever he wanted with any of the warriors, something the prisoner warriors would never understand. If he'd asked, they would have got down beside the captive and given the Commander their cunts to fuck.
But the Commander had other business to look after. He left them there still shouting their obscenities to each other and the prisoner while they took turns raping him front and back. It was a short walk past other groups of his "beautiful boys" and he was at the only tent they ever pitched in their camp, the tent for their Commander, Dak.
Already through the heaving mass of beautiful male flesh, busy raping their prisoners in mouth and ass, he spotted his favorite among the warriors, Kor. Even though his name was Kor (it meant "cum spurt" in their language), everyone called him "Daku," or "Dak's bitch," a title of affection and honor. It meant he was the favorite companion of the Commander Dak, the one who shared his bed most nights. When he came to the warriors as a boy, Dak, some five summers older, was the first of the warrior boys to take him under his care, train him to fight and use the sword, the first to fuck him.
And now he was this magnificent young man. His beautiful face, with its strong bones and handsome features, was nevertheless very masculine, especially with the way he kept his hair on top shaved down to an even narrower strip than most of the warriors. He let it grow longer than the others, making him look like a savage. And his body was truly impressive, from the thick, sharply defined muscles of his arms and legs, to the massive chest and cock-hardening sight of his abs. He had one of the most beautiful asses of all of them, and Dak knew from long experience that his cunt was a perfect fit for a man's cock, no matter how thick and heavy.
He had no earrings yet. He hadn't squired any boys from the palace whores. But he had shiny brass rings through his tit-nubs proclaiming that he was a good companion in a man's bed. Likewise, the little trimmed patch of hair on his chin told the warriors how truly talented he was at man-sex.
As Dak drew closer, he saw with delight that Kor had two young boys with him. He was bending his tall frame a little so as to reach down and take their young cocks, one in each hand. He was masturbating them, getting them hard even against their will. "You must show the Commander a hard cock, eh?" he was saying, "like me." Indeed his cock was truly magnificent, long and heavy, a fat cockhead covered by a beautiful smooth foreskin. His balls were famous among the warriors, rivaling the Commander's in size. He was lustily erect, his cock straining as he tugged on the two boys' dicks. They seemed shy, even frightened.
"My brother," Dak greeted him, reaching out, like he had with several of the warriors, to grip Daku's cock and stroke it. Only he lingered longer with Daku than he did the others. "Lord," Daku--Kor--answered him.
Then Kor put a hand on the boys backs to push them forward a little. When they tried to cover their cocks with their hands, Kor gently slapped them on the back of the head. "None of that, little cunts! Show your cock, be proud."
The Commander looked them over. "What do we have here then, Daku?" The boys were handsome, fine featured faces, dark hair and eyes. Good bodies. Even though still young they had some muscle on them. The one didn't even have hair on his cock yet, the other barely any.
Kor answered him, smiling brightly. "Sire, these boys were captured along with the men. The others were going to leave them behind, but I had a better use for them. I thought you would be pleased."
The noises of the warriors' violent fucking and raucous laughter was all around them, making the boys nervous and apprehensive. "I am pleased," Dak said, still looking at them closely. "But I'll only take one for now."
Kor, still smiling, waited for the Commander, like the good warrior he was. "This one," he said pointing to the boy with the hairless crotch. Kor smiled. He wasn't surprised at the choice. He knew his Commander well. "And the other?" Kor asked. Now the Commander smiled very broadly. "The other is for you, boy." Kor went down on one knee and brought his mouth up to the tip of Dak's erection and gently kissed it--the usual sign of a warrior's gratitude to a superior.
Even before Dak had taken the boy into the tent, Kor, in his crude warrior way, sat on the ground and almost roughly pulled the other boy over to him, making him stand facing him, his cock almost touching his face. He had to awkwardly straddle the warrior's thick thighs. Then Kor's right hand immediately went up between the boy's legs, making him jump a little. "Now, little cunt," he was saying to the boy as Dak went into the tent with his boy, "you're going to squat your fucking ass down on my cock, and I'm going to fuck you in your cunt. Understand?"
Dak smiled to himself. He wondered if these boys knew the first thing about man-fucking. Probably not, not like our boys, he said to himself. They would know at that age how to give every kind of pleasure to a man's cock.
Inside the little tent there was a wide cot a few inches off the ground, and it left almost no room for anything else. Dak practically fell down on it, stretching out on his back, leaving the boy standing there beside him. Without a doubt, the boy was impressed with the amazing muscles of this man, and he couldn't resist looking at that cock, so thick and long. And at those balls, so big-looking hanging low in their ball sac between his sprawling legs. Dak propped himself up on his elbows after a moment. "Come closer." The boy approached. Unlike Daku, the Commander didn't intend to stroke the boy's dick, but he used just two fingers to tickle the cockhead through its foreskin. The boy shifted nervously, still limp. Dak gave a snort of disgust. "Aren't you even a fucking male? Doesn't that dick work at all? Come here." He grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled him down on top of him, his ass on one side of the cot, his head near the other, cross-wise to Dak's muscular body. Without warning, he felt the man touch him on his ass. "You're well oiled. Daku did well," he said more to himself than to the boy.
The youth gasped loudly when Dak pushed his finger into him, moving it around a little to feel the smooth warmth of the boy's fuckhole. He made a sound of pain. Dak almost laughed, "That hurts, eh? You know why? Because you have a fucking virgin cunt, and that's fucking disgraceful at your age. I was fucked when I was two summers younger than you. And by a man like me." He continued using his finger to fuck the boy, eventually adding two, then three. He ignored the sounds coming from his captive. "Get up!" he said abruptly. The boy stood up right away. Dak got up into a sitting position, his cock towering up from his crotch.
"Get your mouth on my cock. Worship it with your mouth, you fucking little cunt. Get it good and wet, or else your cunt will hurt even worse." The threat was enough, and the boy went down without any hesitation and did his best to get his mouth around the thick cockhead. "More," Dak grunted. The boy's efforts were pathetic, Dak thought. He could only take a few inches. "Come on, you can't even suck cock, you fucking whore." His speech was no better than the younger warriors'.
He got the boy down on his cot, on his elbows and knees, fetched some more oil from a bladder and used a copious amount on the trembling boy's backside and hole. Then he slathered it on his enormous cock. "Get ready," was all he said when he finished. But before the boy could even get ready or even knew what to get ready for, the Commander's cockhead was against his hole. Two, then three fingers were roughly shoved inside, stretching and opening him, causing him to almost yell from the pain. But it was nothing compared to when Dak pulled his fingers out of him and replaced them with his thick cockhead. Now the boy really did cry out. Dak instantly slapped a hand across his mouth. "Shut up, little cunt! Take my cock like a fucking man!"
Just outside, Kor wasn't concerned with his boy's loud yelling. Boys scream sometimes when they get fucked, he would have said, shrugging his massive shoulders. Inside, Dak could hear his "bitch" laughing softly and then cursing the boy loudly. "Yell your fucking head off, you fucking whore! You might as well enjoy it, little cunt. I'm going to be fucking you every goddam day from now on. You're going to be full of my fucking seed, you little piss fuck." Dak listened for a moment, imagining Kor's beautiful cock fucking in and out of the boy's tight cunt, and then went back to work.
He pushed into the boy slowly, never moving his hand from his mouth until he was finally all the way inside him. The boy's legs were shaking, and it was obvious he was doing his best to be brave, but Dak only gave him a few moments to adjust to his cock. And then he began fucking in and out of him. The tightness, the slick olive oil, the shouts of the warriors using their cocks on the prisoners--it was all too much and he gave a loud shouting moan. He was cumming and was powerless to stop it. He could only leave his cockhead inside his cunt and let his seed shoot out.
At the sound of Dak's yell, Kor immediately came into the tent, his beautiful cock harder than ever. He dragged his boy behind him by the wrist, afraid he might try to escape. "Sire! Are you all right?" His cock was swinging between his legs, a look of high alertness on his face. And then he took in the scene. The boy's cunt with cum running out of it. Dak's big cock coated with his seed. The Commander smiled at his "bitch," so ready to defend him. "His cunt was too tight. I fucking came already." They both laughed at that. "Did you cum, too?" he asked Kor through his laughter.
"I did, lord. Too fucking tight in his cunt." They laughed some more. "What are we going to do with these fucking whores, sire?"
"Give them to the boys, whoever you think." He roughly pushed the boy off onto the ground and sprawled out on his cot, his heavily muscled legs draping over the sides, his big cock arching up over his balls, still drawn up tight. Kor pushed his head outside the tent flap and shouted in a commanding voice over the din of the rowdy warriors, "Koru! Korua!" As the Commander's "bitch" he had his own bitches to service him, two strong youths only recently made full warriors--Koru or "Kor's bitch" and Koruta, "Kor's cunt." He repeated his shout, this time louder. And the two strapping young men came running up, flushed and breathing heavily, their cocks hard and ready.
"Yes, Kor!" one said. "Forgive us, Kor! We were at the other end of the camp fucking." Kor smiled, let them bend down to kiss his cock. "Yes, you're always fucking those cocks, aren't you, you fucking cunts?" They smiled at the rough compliment. "I have something for you." He clicked his tongue at the boys, and they knew enough to move quickly to his side. Kor put a hand on each of their necks and squeezed tight. "These two little fucking cunts are too goddam tight. You understand?" They both nodded. "I want you to fuck them good but don't damage them. We might put them on the block. But they can't even take a fucking cock without yelling and crying. They screamed more than you two fucking cunts the first time I stuck my cock in you."
"We understand, Kor," Koru and Koruta said together, laughing.
"Good! Give them a good long night of fucking. You fucking whores should be able to do that, you fuck enough boys back home. Can't fucking keep your fucking cocks out of boys' cunts, can you?" They were laughing hard at his harsh warrior humor. But they were stroking their cocks in anticipation now.
They bent down to kiss Kor's cock like the obedient warrior's bitches they were. Then they grabbed the frightened boys, lifted them up over their shoulders and began to walk towards one of the fires. Koru turned to look at Kor over his shoulder, "We'll have their cunts so well trained by the morning, they'll be shooting cum when a cockhead just touches their fucking pussy!" Kor laughed with him, then called out, "The younger one's balls are still dry, so you'll have to work extra hard to coax cum out of them, you stupid cunt!" Koru laughed in the distance and shouted back, "He'll dry-cum then, like I did when you fucked me that first time, sire!"
After admiring his bitches' beautiful back muscles and asses, he turned back to Dak, still lying sprawled out on his cot. He didn't need to ask what he would like. He already knew. Dak smiled at him lazily. "Get your cunt over here, you fucking whore." Kor beamed with pleasure, unable to keep from smiling wide and masturbating himself. Then he straddled the cot facing the foot of it, bent his heavily muscled frame over and offered his ass, and his cunt, to the Commander's mouth.
END PROLOGUE
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