Bronze Age Cock Brothers

BRONZE AGE COCK BROTHERS Part 7

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KUMANNU (KALENOS)

The handsome, muscular captive had drifted off to a state between sleep and waking. But he jolted awake when he felt a warm, strong jet of water hitting him square in the face. He instinctively tried to move away and was instantly reminded of where he was and what he was being subjected to.

He had been strapped down on the Boar by the two hulking bitches of the one they called Daku or Kor. The Boar stood in the middle of the great courtyard and exercise ground of the Dogs Barracks. It was in the shape of a kind of saddle on four short, squat legs, the body of it large enough to support a grown man. Forced to lie on it on his belly, his muscular arms were stretched out and down and then secured by leather manacles to the front legs. In back, the Boar curved up rather sharply, so that when the prisoner's ankles were strapped in place on the back legs, his ass was thrust up high behind him, much higher than the level of his head. Since his legs were stretched out by the girth of the Boar's saddle, his cunt was on display and defenseless.

A notch was carved out of the front so that the captive's head could hang down, and a similar notch was carved out in the back so that his manhood would dangle below him, if any of his tormentors wanted to play with his long, thick cock and full, heavy balls.

The effect of this strange instrument of punishment was for the prisoner to seem as though he were trying to embrace the wide half-cylinder with both his arms and legs but thrusting his own ass and cunt up like "a sow in heat," as the Dog warriors joked.

As soon as the jet of water hit his handsome face, Kumannu (Dak's new name for him: Cock-fucked-cunt) instantly jerked to full wakefulness again and quickly saw that Koruta was standing in front of him, holding his cock by the shaft and aiming his piss in his face.

"Wake up, you fucking bitch of a cunt!" he shouted with laughter, moving his cock to splatter his piss-water all over the young man's face and head. "You still have more cocks that want in that pussy!" As always with Kumannu, his captors Koru and Koruta used the demeaning word "pussy" instead of the more usual "cunt" when referring to his asshole.

"How could there be more of these fuckers?" he wondered to himself. Hours must have passed--the shadows in the great courtyard were already growing long--since he was dragged from the Trapa through the crowds and into the barracks.

There he was unceremoniously released from the pole across his back that secured his hands and neck and roughly thrown down on the Boar, quickly strapped into place in the obscene position of a bitch wanting to be fucked. There weren't many of the warriors' boys at first, he thought. (Many were out enjoying the market day and the pleasures of the flesh it offered.) Then Koru and Koruta shouted lustfully for some boys lingering there to gather the others. Since he was facing the great door of the barracks proper, where the warriors slept and ate and bathed, he saw them disappear inside, yelling as they did so for the others to come outside.

In the meantime, the handsome Koru, his muscles gleaming with sweat and sunlight, crouched down beside him and pulled his head up by the thatch of hair they'd left him on top. "I know you want cock in your pussy, and you will get it, you stupid beautiful bitch!" He laughed through his nose. "Boys learn to fuck early with us. Yours won't be the first cunt they've fucked, but then," he paused, "it won't be the first time you've been cunted, will it, boy?"

"I think we should help this fucking bitch," Koruta said, squatting down by his companion. "Don't you, brother? We should make sure his fucking pussy is slick and gaping, so he can take their dicks with ease." He laughed softly.

"I think you're right, brother," Koru replied. And that was the end of their false show of sympathy. Koru stood up quickly, and Kumannu saw that his thick cock was already fully erect. Then he moved out of view, and the next thing the captive felt were the Dog's hands on his ass-cheeks, rubbing and massaging them. Then a finger was pushed into him. He grunted involuntarily, still determined not to show weakness before these swine.

It was in vain, though. Koru savagely thrust his cock into him in one stroke and then jerked and screwed it around inside him. "Take my fucking cock, you father-fucking cocksucking whore-cunt!" Kumannu cried out, unable to stop himself, and grunted loudly with every brutal thrust in and out. "You fucking cunt!" his rapist shouted, and Koruta echoed him just as loudly. "You fucking cunt!"

There was a final merciless cock-thrust and a wordless groan. It seemed like the fierce warrior was trying to push even his balls inside the handsome prisoner. "Fucking cunt," Koru repeated more quietly as his man-seed jerked out of him and deep into Kumannu. He pulled his cock out without a thought for the captive's comfort. Just as suddenly his other tormentor Koruta was in back of him, fucking his cock into him with the same ferocity and obscene shouts.

At that moment, the boys came through the great doors, laughing and eager. The oldest of them looked to be about thirteen or fourteen summers--it was hard for Kumannu to tell with this people, they matured so quickly. The youngest scarcely eight summers, if that.

"Come on, you fucking cocksuckers," Koru shouted to them. "We've got his pussy all ready for you cunt-lickers. We know how you like to sink your little cocks into our fucking seed." Koruta laughed along with him. More shocking to the young captive was how the two strapping warriors casually grabbed two of the youngest boys as they went by and pushed them down into a squat until their mouths were at the level of the warriors' cocks. The boys were apparently trained to suck on the men without question, not hesitating even for an instant to take the thick cocks, covered with fuck-seed and cunt-juice, into their mouths to "clean" them.

Kumannu stared open-mouthed, astonished at the obscene boldness of these warriors, watching the good-looking boys moving their heads rapidly back and forth, fucking their mouths on the young men's stiff, jerking cocks.

He would have probably continued to stare with his mouth agape, but his view was suddenly blocked. One of the oldest of the boys bent down in front of him, his left arm around one of the youngest. With his right hand he took Kumannu's chin in his hand and forced the handsome captive to look up at him.

He was a very handsome youth, with high cheek bones and dark, deep-set eyes. Although he had the almost painfully thin hips and abdomen of a boy, his chest, arms, and shoulders, even his neck and trapezoids, were well developed with lean muscle. His cock was already growing hard, and Kumannu could see that it was long, the mature cock of a grown man, as the low-hanging large balls also attested. The other boy, though much younger, was also extremely handsome, with beautiful blue eyes and jet-black hair, lean and muscular for his age, but in no way as developed as the other.

Holding the captive's gaze as he held his head up by the chin, heedless of the discomfort he was causing him, the older youth moved close to Kumannu's face and said in an almost friendly tone, "He's a handsome boy, isn't he? Does he make your cock hard? You want to fuck him?" Then his tone turned more aggressive as his smile vanished. "I fuck his cunt. I make my fucking seed in his tight little cunt hole whenever I want." The younger boy smiled, unabashed. Indeed, he seemed proud of it.

"See? It makes his little cock hard when I talk about fucking him," he laughed, moving his hand from the boy's shoulder and grabbing onto his stiff, hairless erection by the base, as if he wanted to show it off to the handsome captive. "And now he's going to fuck your cunt. But you'll like that, won't you, cunt-licker? You like being fucked by young boys, I'd wager." He smiled in derision and surprised Kumannu by leaning in closer and kissing him gently on the lips.

The young lad had disappeared from view, but at the moment of the kiss, the captured warrior felt the stiff young cock enter him and begin fucking vigorously. The older boy likewise went in back of the captive and almost immediately Kumannu felt sharp slaps on his ass-cheeks, first one and then the other. "Tighten that cunt, you fucking bitch!" he shouted with a harsh laugh. The other boys laughed along with him, and from the sound of them, Kumannu reckoned there must be at least twenty or so waiting their turn.

He felt the young boy's pelvis against his meaty, solid ass, pushing against him in short little thrusts, and he understood that the lad was getting his pleasure--not making his seed, he was still too young, but getting the intense pleasure that the gods granted only to those born male.

"Unh!" Kumannu couldn't refrain from a hoarse grunt when his ass was suddenly violated by a much larger--and more painful--cock. The older boy shouted in triumph as he thrust himself all the way into the muscular young man. When Kumannu jerked his head up in surprise, he saw with disgust Koru and Koruta in front of him at a little distance. Half-sitting and half-reclining on the broad shallow steps leading from the great courtyard to the outer wall of the Dogs' sleeping quarters, they held two handsome younger boys between their legs. The boys were leaning back against the muscular tanned bodies of the warriors, who played with their young bodies as if they owned them.

Koru lazily stroked his boy's cock, intending to pleasure him no doubt. (The lad was already squirming from the stimulation.) Koruta instead had worked a hand under his boy and was penetrating his young cunt with two fingers while he used his other hand to turn the lad's head so that he could kiss him. For their part, Kor's two bitches were enjoying the sight of Kumannu's beautifully muscled body all splayed out as he "embraced the Boar," his shapely ass thrust up obscenely behind him, where the older boy was fucking into him.

They smiled at Kumannu and, still looking at him, shouted to the lad in back, "Rape him, you dirty boy-fucking cocksucker! Fuck him like he fucked his women!" They laughed along with their boys.

The youth laughed too and thrust into Kumannu particularly brutally and gave him several harsh slaps on his buttocks. "You had women, you dirty fucking whore? I bet you preferred fucking boys more than their stinking cunts, didn't you? No, you had them fuck you...right in your cum-sucking...cunt!" He shouted the last word and made his seed, holding onto the strong ass-cheeks as his cock jerked out its copious man-seed.

REMEMBERING

The boy's cock was quickly replaced by another eager, thrusting cock almost as big, and there were several more, each of them violating him with the sole intention of feeling the exquisite pleasure of being in another male's cunt.

But Kumannu began to drift off, exhausted from all the stress and humiliations of the morning. The boy's taunts had reminded him of his happy life back in his native town. Could it really have been only three days since his whole world changed?

His life back in his native town, so he thought, was almost perfect. Handsome and muscular, clean-shaven but with thick flowing black hair and flashing beautiful dark eyes, many females wished to be wed to him. He was of the warrior class, as his father and uncle before him. Together with his cousin Klemnenos, his match in age and appearance, although a little shorter, he trained hard to master the warlike arts. When they weren't training, they fished with their fathers' men, happy to be naked with the other young men and away from the gossip and jealousies of women for a few hours.

When it came time for him and Klemnenos to wed, at thirteen summers, when they were considered men, his cousin was given two brides by a special arrangement his father had made. Not to be outdone, Kumannu's father found two willing girls, each twelve summers old at that time, to share his son's home and bed. Both boys were also set up in a house of their own, side by side on the third of the four terraces the city was built on. Considered modest by Kummok's standards, the structures were all of stone, with a single door, the interior large and cool with enough room for a hearth-fire and kitchen and another area large enough for the great wedding bed.

Kumannu remembered those early days, when he spent most of the night and most of the mornings with his cock buried in the cunts of his young brides. After a few days, he had completely lost all the shyness he had when the marriage ceremony was performed. The men of both families gathered around the bed to witness the consummation of the marriage. Though the witnesses were decently clad in the traditional loin-cloth of that town, Kumannu was stark naked, as were his new wives. The men watched approvingly as the girls sucked him to a full erection and then got on their backs, lifting their legs, to expose their cunts to him. His father slapped his ass, he remembered, and told him to take their virginity. There was a loud cry from first one girl and then the other as his rigid cock broke through their hymen. The men murmured in approval. Kumannu then had to pull out and show his throbbing cock, now covered with virgin blood, to all the men. Then he was allowed to fuck first one and then the other, filling them up with his seed.

His cousin of course went through the same ceremony, although it was said that he was far more shameless, even exposing his own asshole to the men folk when he went down on his elbows to lick and probe his brides' cunts with his tongue. Even after he'd fucked his man-seed into them, he forced himself into their mouths, alternating between first one and then the other, until another flood of his seed erupted onto their tongues and in their faces. The men shouted with approval and even applauded the lusty young warrior.

With Kumannu's new-found love of fucking his women, he soon got two sons of them. They quickly grew into hearty young boys, the image of their father. When they were six summers old, Kumannu's father rewarded him for his success in getting heirs by purchasing a young girl to be his third wife.

His days then, when he and Klemnenos were eighteen summers, seemed so blissful, as if they would never end. After a day of training or sailing out to fish with the men, they would often stand on the broad stone terrace outside their houses and, ignoring the other men gathered here and there in groups, they would gossip and joke. Soon enough the conversation would turn to their favorite topic, fucking their women, and the small loin-cloths they wore out of modesty would struggle to contain their hardening cocks.

And as he had so many times before, the evening before that terrible day, Kumannu and his cousin, laughing at some obscene joke, were called in to supper by their wives. With a brotherly kiss on the lips, the two handsome companions parted. Kumannu had his loin-cloth stripped before he was even in the door, unabashed to show his swinging erection to the women, who smiled and giggled behind their hands.

His newest bride stood by the fire while the other two sat on the edge of the large bed with the boys naked on their laps suckling at their tit. They wouldn't be weened for another summer or two, according to the ways of their people, and Kumannu was glad of it. He moved his beautiful head down to a free tit and smiled at his boy on the other one.

"Your papa wants a taste too, eh, little man?" The boy smiled as Kumannu leaned in and latched his lips onto the swollen nipple and began to suck down the tit-milk. He stole a sidelong glance at his boy suckling away on the other tit and smiled inwardly at the sight of his little cock fully erect. His own father had told him that when he suckled, his "cock was always up ready to fuck." Soon he moved to the other wife--to keep her from becoming jealous--and suckled her alongside the older boy.

He was interrupted when the boy, only a few days older than his brother, who was always the bolder of the two, grabbed at the young warrior's cock-head, giving it a sharp tug. It was a game Kumannu had taught them. He came off the tit with a mock roar and grabbed at the boy's cock, pulling him over onto the main part of the bed. His wives leapt up, laughing and shaking their heads in feigned disapproval, as their handsome master pulled both boys close to him and tried to "catch" their cocks. They were quickly a mass of tangled limbs, thrashing about on the bed and laughing, all three intent on laying hold of the others' stiff, wagging cocks.

It came to an abrupt halt when his first wife, naked like the other two except for a tight loin-cloth, clapped her hands and told the boys it was time for sleep. Their strong father picked them up under his arms like they were sacks of flour and took them over to their bed, enclosed around with a kind of railing made of wood. Standing there, harder than ever after the horse-play, he watched as their mothers leaned down to get them all arranged on their pillows side by side and stretched out. Then, as women have done for ages, to make the boys sleepy, they began to pleasure their young cocks, softly stroking their finger-tips on the sensitive underside of their hairless pricks.

They soon grew hard of course, and Kumannu was pleased as always to see that they were larger than most boys. The women kept up their attentions until the boys began to writhe with pleasure and soon reached climax and became immediately sleepy after.

It was then that the warrior and his wives sat on the floor around a small table and ate their simple but hearty meal. Naturally, Kumannu had the lion's share, and of course he did nothing to help clean up. Instead, as usual, he took his youngest and newest bride over to the bed, removed her loin-cloth and began to fuck her.

Soon enough the other two would join them, and he would feel a soft hand caressing and stroking his big ball sac as he rutted in the youngest. Then two firm breasts would be in his face for him to suck, or a nearly hairless cunt would be offered for him to lick and tongue. He built to his climax, fucking harder and rougher, making his youngest wife wince in pain, and then ... he bellowed in pleasure as his seed shot into her cunt. The wife behind him, following his orders, used her fingers to stimulate his asshole, even bending down to lick it when his balls contracted over and over as he ejaculated.

Next door, he heard a similar howl of pleasure from Klemnenos, who no doubt shot his fuck-seed into first one and then the second of his two wives. And no doubt he quickly flopped onto his back--as he described to his cousin in one of their conversations--so that his women could suck him until he spent another load of his seed. He would even let her penetrate his ass with a finger, something that greatly amused Kumannu, even though his own father told him that he often did the same and that it was pleasurable. In fact, he himself had taught Klemnenos the trick.

But when he had been satisfied, Kumannu looked up smiling to see his two boys standing at the railing of their little bed, smiling at him. Since he woke them with his noisy fucking, he allowed his wives to stay in bed. He went over himself to get them lying down again, laughing a little at their straining erections, and then he gently kneaded their foreskins around their cock-heads and pleasured them. He always smiled to see them arch their backs like he did when their cocks gave them the supreme pleasure. This time, the climax at the hands of their handsome father sated them fully, and soon they were sleepy again, now for the rest of the night.

CATASTROPHE

He awoke suddenly, thinking it was still night, but then he saw the faint light of first dawn through the open doorway. Then the cries of battle, of men fighting, and he smelled the smoke rising. Leaping up naked from the bed, he hastily wrapped his loin-cloth over his manhood and seized his sword and small shield. Without a thought for his women or his boys, he ran out towards the sound of fighting.

He didn't feel the sharp blow to the back of his head until later when he revived. He had scarcely taken one step outside his door when a waiting enemy struck him forcefully on the back of his head and sent him tumbling.

When he came to some time later, he tried to rise, only to find his hands were bound securely behind his back and his feet equally tightly bound together at the ankles. He lay on the paving stones of the terrace horrified at his helplessness and at the sights and sounds all around him.

Smoke was rising up from the two lower terraces of the city, and in the acrid smell of it, he could also discern faintly the scent of blood. As he was facing the small parapet at the boundary of the terrace, he awkwardly jerked himself around to look back toward his house and his cousin's, afraid of what he might see.

His mouth fell open in shock as he looked to his right. His cousin Klemnenos was on his knees, his legs spread far apart, and his hands bound fast behind him. A heavily muscled warrior crouched over and behind him, holding up his hapless captive by his long hair as he seemed to slam his hips forward into Klemnenos. With a gasp, Kumannu understood that this enemy warrior was raping his cousin, and he wasn't being gentle about it.

Appalled though he was, Kumannu could not turn his eyes away. Klemnenos had been stripped of his loin-cloth. He was grunting with pain and shame, as the enemy warrior violated him forcefully over and over, ramming what looked like a thick cock into Klemnenos' unwilling asshole. The enemy warrior was a barbaric-looking young man, with a wild shock of black hair on the top of his head though the rest was shaved. He held a sword in one hand, his impressive muscles flexing as he brandished it, and the other, just as flexed, held his cousin's hair. He was very handsome, if his face hadn't been contorted in this kind of leering scowl, and in other circumstances Kumannu might have admired the physical beauty of his muscular and well-proportioned body, to say nothing of the impressive size and virility of his cock and balls.

As it was, Kumannu could only gape in despair as his strong, courageous cousin held the lewd, awkward position while the strapping barbarian fucked his cock into him over and over. He didn't really notice all the other enemy warriors running across the terrace intent on plunder and rape. His gaze was fixed on his handsome cousin's face, distorted by a grimace of pain and humiliation, as his muscular body jolted with every cock-thrust of his captor. For reasons he didn't understand, he looked down to Klemnenos' crotch, where his thick cock was shriveled and bounced along with his large balls in time to the brutal fucking.

Then the enemy stopped abruptly, pushing hard into Klemnenos with a great shout of pleasure. He stood up just as suddenly, dragging from his cousin's violated ass a long, thick cock, still spurting out the last of his seed in heavy white drops.

The enemy warrior spotted Kumannu looking at them, sending a stab of fear through the bound young man. With a leer on his handsome face, he stepped over to Kumannu with his great cock swinging and, looking his attractive captive in the eyes, said in a loud voice, "Your cunt is next, you fucking bitch!"

With two long strides, the warrior was straddling Kumannu. The young captive was roughly pulled over onto his front, the bonds on his ankles and hands making it almost painful. Then he felt a strong swat to his ass-cheeks, strong enough to sting. Then metal against his buttocks, the warrior's sword slipping under the loin-cloth there and cutting it away. The useless cloth was pulled completely off him. Then the sword was between his ankles, slicing through the rope that bound them together.

With his legs now free, Kumannu was gripped around the waist and harshly pulled up onto his knees, his face and upper body still on the stone surface of the terrace. He was kicked on the inner thigh of first one leg and then the other, while the handsome warrior above him snarled, "Get those fucking legs apart, you stupid cunt!"

He knew he was now exposed completely to his handsome captor (one of Tag's young men, who went by the name of Uruku, "Cum Cunt"). He felt the air on his asshole and couldn't help clenching it, instinctively trying to protect himself. His manhood dangled free of the loin-cloth, heavy between his legs. What he didn't know, however, was how aroused it made the young Dog warrior. The sight of the muscular legs splayed out so lewdly, the ass thrust up with its muscular but full ass-cheeks, and in the center above the large ball-sac in its little valley of flesh a perfectly puckered little cunt-hole--all of it made Uruku's cock stiffen and begin to dribble pre-cum.

Kumannu didn't understand what was happening, why his captor had suddenly ceased man-handling him. Unseen by him, Uruku was milking out his pre-cum, which always flowed out of his piss-slit so copiously it was a joke with the other Dogs. He drooled his spit into the mess of it in his hand and bent down in a crouch, his engorged cock-head only inches from Kumannu's vulnerable hole.

Then the onslaught began. Kumannu gritted his teeth as fingers stroked firmly over his hole, spreading something wet and sticky. That only lasted a moment before the fingers, two of them, thrust into his unprotected asshole, pushing in and out, coating the tight opening with the thick lubricating mixture. The helpless captive instinctively moved forward at the invasion, trying to escape the assault, when two sturdy feet were suddenly in front of his face. They were strong and sinewy, discolored on the bottom by the dust of the town. (Kumannu even had a moment to wonder in amazement, "These savages fight barefoot?") One foot was lifted up, and he felt it push down on his upper back, between his shoulder blades.

"You're not going anywhere, you fucking cunt," a deep, gruff voice said above him, and the foot pushed him down even harder.

Before he realized what was happening, he felt warm flesh on his asshole--the broad, blunt snout of his rapist's cock. Then the searing pain. He grunted despite himself. He was determined not to show any sign of weakness, but the painful sensation of his asshole being pried open by the extremely hard cock-shaft made him lose his resolve. He grunted out again, more like a roar of pain and humiliation. The two enemy warriors laughed. "Shout all you want, you fucking bitch! It won't keep my cock out of your fucking pussy!" They laughed again.

The cock pushed into him, and Kumannu understood he was powerless to stop the rape. He would have to accept the enemy's cock into himself, his flesh conforming to the lust and power of his captor. He was breathing heavily, panting almost, his mouth now slack and drooling a little as the cock pushed into him deeper and deeper. Then it finally stopped. His asshole was throbbing with pain, made worse every time his rapist jerked his cock inside him in a show of dominance.

He felt the warrior's strong body move down on top of him, pressing lightly against his back. Uruku moved his mouth to the handsome captive's ear and whispered loudly, "Stupid bitch of a man, your fucking asshole is pussy for my cock now, you fucking cunt. And I'm going to fuck you like I fucked your women." He laughed softly, "Yes, your women have my seed in their cunts now, just like I'm going to flood your cunt with seed. Then you'll be my woman." He laughed softly again before rearing back up.

The cock, which felt enormous, pulled back to Kumannu's relief, but then quickly thrust into him all the way. He even felt the young man's balls slap against him. The in-and-out motion was fast and relentless, and Kumannu with an inward groan knew he was being fucked. The humiliation of it kept him from realizing that he was beginning to feel pleasure. It wasn't until his muscular fucker penetrated him even harder and faster that he noticed his own cock betraying him, filling with blood and growing erect.

The fucking stopped, but the enemy's cock stayed in him all the way. Then he felt it, the seed jerking out from the Dog's piss-slit deep into his ass over and over.

Then there was a harsh slap to his ass-cheek, the foot was removed from his back, and he was roughly pulled up by his hair. "On your knees, bitch," Uruku said, almost casually. When he was upright, breathing heavily and covered with a sheen of sweat, the enemy warriors inflicted another humiliation. A foot touched his cock, causing it to swing heavily back and forth. It was fully hard. Kumannu blushed and looked down.

"This fucking bitch," the warrior in front said. "He's got a hard cock, brother. You fucked his cunt too well, you dirty boy-fucker." He laughed harshly.

Soon Uruku was standing next to his comrade. He too kicked lightly at the young man's stiffened cock. "No wonder his cunt was so wet. He was lusting like a country boy for my fucking body and cock." Kumannu looked at the ground to hide his confusion, but a light slap to his handsome face made him look up.

"That's right," Uruku said, a self-satisfied smile on his face, "look at me, bitch. Look at the fucking man who took your fucking manhood." Something told Kumannu to obey, and he slowly looked up. The enemy warrior--he was surprised to see for some reason--was the same age, around eighteen summers. No helmet obscured his face. Sun-darkened and flushed with exertion, his features were beautifully molded and yet very masculine. A dark brow, dark eyes somewhat deep-set under perfect eyebrows that were parallel to the hairline, thick and even, and a strong jaw and sturdy neck. Sloping trapezoids, a strapping torso, thick plate-like pectorals with prominent tit-nubs over an abdomen that rippled, etched with muscle. The muscles in his arms and legs were developed well, even swollen with brawn. And then amid all that masculine beauty and strength, between his legs the balls that hung there and the cock that thrust out hard seemed as if they belonged to another man, one more bestial and savage.

Kumannu would never have guessed that the young man who had raped him so mercilessly had himself been captured by the Dogs in a raid. He too had been fucked face-down in the street by the lusty warriors. Uruku, though, had been violated at the much tenderer age of thirteen summers. Being little more than a boy, he had adapted quickly and soon discovered the pleasure of a handsome, muscular young warrior fucking his stiff cock in his cunt. Indeed, he had spent most of the journey home in the boats, not bound like the other prisoners, but sitting on a hard cock and fucking himself vigorously while his lover fondled his beautiful youthful body and pleasured his boy-cock. His fuckers almost always found his cunt swimming with the seed of their brother Dogs, and that, Uruku soon discovered, filled Dog warriors with lust: to sink their cock in a young tight cunt and have it covered and dripping with their comrades' cum.

It was on that journey that he was given the name Uruku: Cum-Cunt. And he bore it proudly ever after. As much as he enjoyed fucking boys or other young men, Dog cock thrusting vigorously into his cunt still always made him nearly mad with lust.

HUMILIATIONS

The beautiful enemy spoke, looking down at Kumannu with hooded eyes. "That's the cock that fucked you like a woman, cunt." He squeezed the end of it with one hand to force a white drop of his seed to dribble out, reminding the captive of the fuck-seed now in his cunt.

"Kiss it," Uruku said simply.

Kumannu didn't reply, only scowled as he looked down. Uruku, enjoying the show of spirit and defiance, squatted down next to him. He stretched out a hand and took the large balls of his captive and squeezed them until he saw a little pain register on the prisoner's face.

He said in a soft voice, his mouth close to Kumannu's right ear, "You have a beautiful pair of balls. Large and full of fuck-seed no doubt." Then he added with menace, his voice going lower, "Do you want to keep them? Or do you want to go through life a slave with a withered cock and no man-balls?"

He gave the prisoner a hollow smile and stood back up. It was an empty threat, but Kumannu could not know that. To the men of Kummok, a man's genitals--his "fuck," they would call it--was sacred, a gift from the god Kummok himself. As such, castration could only be carried out on a dead man or one soon to be dead, and the handsome Dog had no intention of killing this stranger, with his beautiful face and body.

To Kumannu, he simply repeated, "Kiss it."

This time Kumannu reluctantly, slowly moved his head forward until his lips touched the swollen tip of the blunt cock-head. He kissed it almost imperceptibly. To him this was a greater humiliation than the ass-rape, because now he himself had decided to do it. To save his skin of course (or so he thought), but nevertheless he did it willingly. And his tormentor knew it. He remembered when he was forced to kiss the cocks of his rapists when he was first captured.

"No, you fucking cunt, really kiss it! Let me feel your cocksucking tongue!" Kumannu hated himself for what he was about to do, but he leaned forward more quickly this time and latched onto the end of Uruku's cock-head and sucked it in a kiss, his tongue lightly touching the piss-hole.

"Now suckle the head, like you sucked on your mother's tit." While he was steeling himself to do it, opening his mouth to get the large cock-head in it, the other warrior--who had slipped in back of him unnoticed--quickly put his hands on the captive's ass-cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing his hole, swollen now and with man-seed seeping out. He quickly fucked his cock inside the inviting cunt.

Kumannu grunted and then gave a shout of pain, even though the pain was much less this time. Uruku steadied him with a hand on his head as the other wrapped his arms around the prisoner's chest and fucked him fast and deep, soon spewing blasphemies as his fuck-seed erupted deep into Kumannu's ravished cunt.

His fucker pulled out of him just as abruptly as Uruku had, then hooked his hands under his armpits and hauled him to his feet. He felt a hard slap to his ass-cheek. "Good cunt," the warrior in back said in his deep, hoarse voice.

At almost the same moment he was made to stand, two other Dog warriors came spilling out of Kumannu's house, holding their swords at the ready but laughing and joking with each other. Their cocks were almost as rigid as their weapons, and the sign of a recent ejaculation marked the piss-holes of each. Kumannu's captors, one on either arm, laughed at them and called out to them with characteristic crudeness. They laughed at the insults and briefly stopped to clutch their manhood and wag it at Uruku and his companion, sending thick drops of seed flying from their piss-slits to the pavement.

Uruku laughed and told them, "There's more cunt to fuck next door." The two smiled at each other and entered the stone dwelling that had belonged to Klemnenos. Just then another Dog warrior appeared in the doorway of Kumannu's former house. Thick muscle on his arms and legs as well as his upper body, the handsome youth sported a thick blunt cock sticking out stiffly from his groin, wet and dripping at the tip.

From the other doorway, one of the two who had just entered leaned back out at shouted over at the last to emerge from Kumannu's house. "Kanga! There's another boy for you to fuck in here!"

The one called Kanga began to stride faster, masturbating himself as he walked. "Is his cunt tight?" he asked. As he entered Klemnenos' house, he had to turn sidewise, because at that moment another Dog was pushing his way past Kanga, towering over him by at least a head, his wide shoulders nearly blocking the doorframe.

Kumannu, even confused and savaged as he was, stared in awe at this new warrior's physical beauty. Besides his height, he was extremely muscular, thick muscle that seemed to have almost no fat anywhere, his skin deeply tanned and glistening with sweat. His hair was a dark copper color, his flashing eyes a brilliant green. Small gold rings pierced his tit-nubs and a much thicker one his nose. He moved with an easy grace, but each step made his enormous cock swing side to side. It was, Kumannu knew, the largest cock he had ever seen, thick as well as long, its head thicker still.

A voice called out to this beautiful young warrior. "Boyfucker!" He stopped and looked a little to his right, drawing Kumannu's gaze there as well. "Did you find good cunt, you fucking whore?" A warrior Kumannu had not noticed before was kneeling over by the parapet wall, one knee in the upper back of his cousin, who was prone on his chest, one cheek against the pavement, his ass up as he struggled to stay on his knees with his legs forced apart in an obscene and awkward position. Another handsome Dog warrior knelt beside him, holding Klemnenos by his balls.

The tall muscular warrior approached them and answered simply, "Two women cunts, one boy." Klemnenos groaned softly, hearing that this hulking warrior had raped his entire family.

"Come fuck this cunt-fucker," the warrior holding him by the balls said with a broad smile. "Those were his women and his boy."

The towering warrior grunted in understanding and without another word knelt down in back of Klemnenos between his legs and put the head of his immense cock on the swollen, cum-smeared ring of his asshole.

Even when he pushed into the resisting flesh he didn't speak, not even to taunt his captive, but only grunted in a powerful, deep voice. Klemnenos, like his cousin, had resolved not to show any sign of weakness, but the thickness of the youth's cock and the sudden violence of its penetration into him made him grunt louder than when he was raped for the first time.

The warrior continued to push his hips forward, driving his cock far up the captive's hole, ignoring the increasingly louder grunts and then cries of Klemnenos, who started writhing beneath him, desperate to buck his rapist off him. When his cock was all the way inside the violated young man's asshole, the warrior fell on the captive's back, forcing him down flat on the pavement. Holding Klemnenos by the shoulders, his great frame stretched out on top of the handsome prisoner's muscular body, completely covering him. He started to fuck him quickly, pulling halfway out and then thrusting back in, a sickening wet squishing sound accompanying each fuck-thrust.

Klemnenos, his face in a grimace of pain and his teeth gritted, jerked forward with each hard thrust, his hands, still bound behind his back, clenched into fists, a sign of his rage and humiliation at the violent rape of his manhood.

As suddenly as he had penetrated him, the warrior ceased, a deep moan the only sign that he was spurting fuck-seed into his prisoner. He pulled out quickly, causing Klemnenos to groan again, and stood up, letting his comrades see his huge cock, jutting out hard and proud and covered with man-seed. He put a foot on Klemnenos' ass-cheeks, a further sign of his conquest, then gave the handsome captive a little kick on his ass before moving in front of him.

Without warning, he bent down and slipped his hands under the prisoner's armpits and hauled him to his knees. He put his large hands on the sides of Klemnenos' face and began to squeeze, using his immense strength to force the other's jaws open. Then he stuck his still dripping cock in and fucked it a little on Klemnenos' tongue. With a smile, he looked down at the helpless young man as he fucked his mouth a little while longer. Then he released him. Klemnenos practically fell back onto his stomach, exhausted from the rape.

The strapping warrior looked down at him with the same little smile on his face. "Cunt," was all he said.

Then, unexpectedly, a strong stream of piss jetted out of his still stiff cock, landing on Klemnenos' back and buttocks. The two warriors who had been holding him earlier laughed and clapped the tall young Dog on the back as he grinned and laughed a little.

The two warriors holding Kumannu also shouted with laughter. "Piss on that fucking bitch!" Uruku said. "Here's another one needs your fucking piss, Tagu!" And they dragged him the few feet from where they had been watching Klemnenos' rape to the muscular giant's side. They forced Kumannu down on his knees, and Tagu, still grinning, turned his long, thick cock and its powerful stream of piss on the handsome youth, who closed his eyes and tucked his head to avoid the foul piss-water. He sent it all over the young man kneeling before him, from his head to his manhood, until he was drained.

"On your feet, you dirty piss-cunts," Uruku said, pulling Kumannu up as the other two brought Klemnenos to his feet. Drawing their swords, they commanded, "Down to the pier, you fucked-out whores." And so they made their way from the top-most terrace down a series of stone steps to the lower terraces. Kumannu lost sight of the one they called Tagu, but he learned later from one of Tagu's many lovers that the hard-muscled youth had gone back to Kumannu's own house to violate his women and boys. On the beach later that night, Kumannu would experience for himself Tagu's power and determination when he was intent on rape.

NEW LIFE

Kumannu hoped that he would be able to forget some of the sights he witnessed on their short journey to the little harbor. The enemy warriors seemed to be everywhere--he was astounded later to learn that there were only forty of them; they seemed to be a hundred-strong--and everywhere he saw them, they were dragging off other handsome, muscular young men like himself and Klemnenos, or they were energetically raping his fellow townsmen. And they spared no one, from what he could see. Women, girls, young men, even old men, all of them were forced down on their knees, bent over and raped in the cunt or ass.

He tried to look away as best he could and noticed that his cousin did the same. There was, however, one sight that he couldn't make himself look away from. When they reached the lowest terrace, broad as a field and paved with stone, the far side of which led down by a few broad steps to three short piers that made up their humble harbor, there in the center of the pavement was the Dogs' prize captive.

An older man, powerfully built, his long hair and thick beard now streaked with gray, was on his back, his hands securely fastened behind him, was shouting curses and threats. Three Dog warriors surrounded him. One straddled his head and was holding up his strong, thick legs up and apart, forcing his backside up off the ground. The second Dog lay on him, face to face, his bronzed, beautifully muscled body pushing down on his captive, his fine round ass moving vigorously back and forth as he fucked the prisoner. The third squatted by his side, smiling down at the captive, mocking him while his comrade raped him.

Uruku stopped their little prisoner escort to watch. His eye was caught by the bright, shining bronze helmet worn by the Dog fucking the prisoner. It was of fine workmanship, with cheek guards, and even a ridge along the crown where short bristles of bleached animal hair stuck out in an even crest.

Kumannu and Klemnenos knew without even seeing the captive's face who it was. Only one of the warriors of his city possessed such a fine helmet, the captain of their warriors and the prince of the entire town.

"The gods will strike you down, you fucking bastard son of a cunt!" the prince shouted hoarsely, his words interrupted once by the hard fuck-stroke of his tormentor.

The three Dogs laughed uproariously, clearly enjoying his anger and humiliation. The one fucking him stopped, his cock fully penetrating the older man, and rested on his elbows, his face only a few inches from the other's.

"I fuck your gods in their fucking cunts," he answered with a laugh. He bucked back and slammed into the prince again, who groaned and swore. "My cock is in you. I'm fucking you. I'm fucking your pussy, you fucking bitch! Your gods can suck my fucking cum out of your cunt for all I care." His words were not clever--most Dogs were all but completely uneducated--but they struck home.

The prince scowled at him for a moment and then spat full in his face. "Cunt! Whore! Man-fucker!"

The Dog laughed again, unbothered by the spittle on his face. "My cock will be spitting inside your cunt soon. My fuck-seed will fill your filthy pussy, my lord!" The last two words were spoken in a mocking tone. He started fucking him again, this time in earnest, rearing up on his hands, his feet finding purchase on the paving stones to thrust into him violently.

"May the gods strike your cock and balls off!" the prince captive grunted out as he took the harsh fuck.

The warrior squatting beside him grabbed him by the beard and jerked his face to make him look up at him. His other hand gripped his fully erect, impressive cock at the base behind his balls, a mocking smile on his darkly handsome face.

"This cock made its seed in your fucking little cunt, didn't it, big man? I fucked you full of my fuck-cum, and it didn't fall off, did it? No, it just got harder from the way your pussy squeezed me, like a woman squeezes her man." He laughed as did the other two, but secretly they were disquieted by the curse, being superstitious by nature.

Soon the warrior fucking him made his seed with a great shout of triumph, pulled his thick manhood out of the prince and stood to show him. "Tell your gods," he said looking down at the scowling yet handsome face of the prince, "to come down here and suck my cock, then lick on my shit-hole." Another mocking round of laughter as the third, the one who had been holding his legs up, took his comrade's place and began to rape the captive prince.

Uruku and the others hustled Kumannu and his cousin down to the waterfront, where they were lined up, side by side, with eight other captives, all facing back towards their burning city. The cousins found themselves next to each other in the middle of the line, though they avoided looking at each other or the others, only too conscious that they had all suffered the same fate on the end of the raiders' cocks. Instead, they watched the obscene spectacle before them, unable to take their eyes off the rape of their king. When the three warriors pulled the prince to his feet, they could see the warriors' semen visibly running down his legs as he staggered to his feet. Then they moved away fairly rapidly, half-dragging him towards the dwellings at the other side of the terrace.

Kumannu didn't find out the prince's fate for a long time, but eventually he learned that the three had taken him to their commander Dak. The Dog Commander's last act during the pillaging was to rape the prince of the place, and he was far more brutal than even those three had been. When he'd heard from his warriors the curses his conquered enemy had called down on them, he castrated him, both cock and balls, with his own dagger at the same moment one of the Dogs, at Dak's command, plunged a dagger into his heart. Dak reckoned that it was the only way to thwart the curse and turn it back on the one who uttered it. Such was his primitive belief.

Meanwhile, Kumannu and Klemnenos stood naked and bound, helpless before the raiders, who stood about more or less idle as they waited on their comrades to bring their long boats from their hiding place down the coast. More and more Dog warriors came down the terraced hillside to the great pavement between the lowest dwellings and the piers. One of them seemed to be treated with more respect than most. As he drew closer with his little band of companions, Kumannu could see that he was extremely handsome, even beautiful. Jet black hair and thick jet-black brows set off by light blue eyes in his very handsome face. His build and his muscles were striking in their proportion and size. He casually came over to Klemnenos, who like the other prisoners was held in place and otherwise guarded by at least three of the enemy warriors.

If Kumannu expected this beautiful young man to behave better than the Dogs he'd already seen, he was quickly disappointed. Maru, for it was none other, looked Klemnenos up and down and then stared for a moment at his chest. Whereas Kumannu's chest was thick and broad, the two great muscles squared off as it were, Klemnenos' pectorals were more rounded, swelling out in a curve so that his nipples pointed somewhat downward. The areoles surrounding his tit-nubs were larger, darker than Kumannu's, and the nubs were correspondingly thicker and blunter.

Maru grabbed hold of the prisoner's pectorals with both hands, squeezing and pressing them together, pushing them up and then kneading them. "This cunt has beautiful tits!" he said to the Dogs around him, who laughed. Looking into the reddening face of Klemnenos, who somehow managed to look defiant, Maru asked with false friendliness, "Did your father play with your tits like this when he fucked you?" He bent at the knees and lewdly licked first one tit-nub and then the other, sensuously sucking on them afterwards. "He sucked your titties though, didn't he? When he had his cock inside your pussy?" Raising his beautiful eyebrows, he looked up into Klemnenos' eyes as if expecting an answer.

Klemnenos, of course, didn't deign to reply but kept staring off into the distance as the handsome blue-eyed warrior fondled his body, eventually pushing a hand between his legs and sticking a thick finger into his cunt-hole. "Did our boys fuck you, beautiful?" he asked, looking into his eyes with arrogance. "Your cunt's full of our seed now, eh? It feels good, doesn't it?"

Then he seemed to notice Kumannu for the first time. He stepped in front of him and immediately put his hands on his broad chest and started lightly pinching his nipples. "You have pretty tits too, don't you, cunt?" He moved a hand to the captive's limp cock and tugged on it, slowly stroking him to hardness. "This your brother?" he asked, with a short jerk of his head toward Klemnenos. "You fuck him? No? He fucks you while you suck on his titties? Does he make your pussy feel good, handsome?" He laughed, let go of the stiffening cock and roughly pushed a hand between his legs as he had done with Klemnenos. "That's a nice, tight pussy you got, boy. No doubt you used to spread your legs for your father's cock and suck his cock with your cunt till you got his fuck-seed in you." Steadily fucking two fingers inside the defiant young man, he laughed again, his very handsome face made more so by his beautiful white teeth exposed in a smile.

Then there was a murmur among the other warriors and some lusty shouts. A large group of warriors were approaching--the remainder of the raiding party--led by an impressive, strapping hulk of a young man, fully as tall as Kumannu. His head was shaved on the sides and back like the others, but the patch of hair on his head was not close-cropped but grew in longish spikes, made more or less stiff by the man-seed a young warrior supplied him that morning in preparation for the raid. It gave his already handsome face a look of utter barbarism and savagery. Bright bronze rings pierced his tit-nubs and swayed in the same rhythm as his long, thick cock and heavy man-balls. At his side, guided by his hand on their necks, were two boys, very handsome and well-built, completely naked of course.

Maru turned and saw his lover and went up to him as he descended the short set of steps down to the pier. But rather than greet his friend, he went down on one knee in front of him as the trio came to a halt and instantly had his hands on the boys' wilted cocks.

"Look at these fine little cunts," he said looking from one to the other, his voice friendly. He began to fondle and stroke them, quickly bringing them to an erection as he continued: "You'll like sitting on my cock, maybe suck it good before I fuck you. Maybe I should fuck your little cunts right now." His impressive cock was fully hard, the cock-head completely emerged from its foreskin.

The tall warrior with his hands on their necks laughed, looking down at his lover. "Get up, boy-fucker. These fucking cunts are not for father-fucking scum like you and me. They're a gift for Lord Dak."

"Pity," Maru said, getting to his feet. "I need to fuck some tight pussy."

"You'll get plenty of that tonight, you cocksucking whore," he said with a laugh, echoed by Maru, who contented himself with masturbating a little as he continued to stare at the nervous boys.

Kor left the lads with his friend as he went down the line to inspect their captives. He would jerk their heads left and right with a firm, strong hand on their chins. He would pinch on their tit-nubs lightly, smooth his hand down their pectorals and abdominal muscles, briefly hold their balls and even squeeze their cocks before placing a hand between their legs to feel and sometimes penetrate their male cunts.

When he got to Kumannu, after his obscene "inspection," he looked him in the face for a moment, obviously pleased with what he saw. "I haven't had your cunt yet," he stated briefly. Unseen warriors behind Kumannu immediately seized him by the shoulders and pushed his upper body down until he was bent in half. The massive warrior with the wild thatch of hair stepped behind him and unceremoniously pushed his thick cock-head into him, then the large fat shaft, and began fucking him.

Kumannu finally admitted it to himself. He and his friends were now slaves. That this enemy warrior could bend him over and rape him on a whim, with his cousin and the others hearing it if not seeing it directly, force him to accept his stiff cock inside his asshole, let it penetrate him fully and fuck him roughly until the inevitable spurts of man-seed into his bowels--it all drove home to him that these barbarians from the sea now owned his body and could do whatever they liked with it.

It was the greatest humiliation he had endured up to that point. But not the worst overall, he later decided. That would come when he was stood up on the platform in the great square of Kummok, with that vast crowd of men and boys looking on, that damnable pole stuck deep in his ass-cunt, his hard cock gripped by this same warrior now raping him and stroked quickly and repeatedly, forcing him to spill his seed in view of all of them at the feet of their god.

For some reason he couldn't puzzle out, that made him blush more than anything else: the night on the beach, the night with the Cove Garrison, when they had been handed over by their captors for hours of almost continual rape, the disgusting and lewd acts he and the other nine had been forced to perform on each other later that same night--none of that somehow seemed as bad as shooting his man-seed in front of that towering image of Kummok. Not even when Koruta, a little while later, had stuck his cock-head into him there in the square by the great fountain and filled him with piss, while Koru in front held his cock and pissed on it. Disgusting though he found it, at least it had relieved him of the terrible itching on his cock and in his cunt. By then, he didn't even care that a small crowd gathered around to watch.

His hazy reflections on his ordeal were brought to an abrupt end now by the strong stream of clear piss hitting his face--a new humiliation. He was beginning, though, to take it in stride, but so gradually that he didn't really realize it. Regardless, his humiliation on the Boar came to a sudden halt. His rescuer appeared in the form of the towering figure of Kor rushing through the main gate and shouting at his two bitches. "Dak is coming," he roared. "You fucking bitches get him off that fucking thing!"

When Dak's Bitch reached the Boar, Koru and Koruta were busily untying the prisoner and hauling him to his feet. "Get him cleaned up, you fucking cunts! You should have done that long before now, you goddamned cocksuckers!" The warrior boys dispersed immediately at the sight of the angry, anxious bitch of their commander. Kumannu had scarcely disappeared through the doors of the barracks, held up and hurried along by Kor's two bitches, when Kor turned to face the main gate, where Dak, scowling furiously, accompanied by his Dogs, strode toward him, his cock like iron, his muscles pumped with blood, and his eyes glowing with the threat of punishment and worse.

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