Usual disclaimers apply. This story depicts sexual acts between fictional characters, in an entirely fictional setting. Some acts appear to be forced, but the character enjoys all of it. Don't try this at home. If you are too young, or not allowed to read this, don't! I reserve all rights other than those granted to Nifty upon inclusion in the archive. I'd like to hear from anyone that reads this, whether you liked it or not (see contact info at the end).
My tale starts many moons ago. It was a great battle, the forces of Midgard against the invading Hibernians. We would have claimed victory, but they attacked with triple our numbers. I watched many friends die that sad day, but fought wholeheartedly for my homeland. I was wounded countless times, while my sword tore open lines of invaders, spilling their blood everywhere. The last thing I remember was an intense pain in the back of my head and the ground rushing up at me.
When I awoke, I found myself strapped to a horse, lying on my stomach, with hands and feet bound around it. I was being taken somewhere unfamiliar. The caravan was traveling through a bright grassy valley with trees all around us. This was nothing like the snowy mountains I was accustomed to, covered in pines and little else. I could see several horses in front of me whose passengers were also tied down. My head ached badly, as I once again slipped into unconsciousness.
Awaking again, I found myself lying in a dark room surrounded by a heap of bodies. There were moans and labored breathing coming from all around me. I had been stripped of my armor, as had the rest of the people around me. One hand was pinned down into the pile of flesh, and with the other I took inventory of my body. I found I was wearing only a small loincloth. I was covered in wounds and bruises, and much blood, but I was in fairly good shape otherwise.
I wriggled my trapped hand around, trying to free my arm, but I could not. Then I felt a swelling and wrapped my hand around it. I realized it was a large man's penis, which was getting hard in my grip. I began to stroke it slowly, hoping I could give him some pleasure in this unbearable situation. Soon he had reached a full erection, and I was stroking his cock faster and harder. I could feel his large hairy balls against my arm, and his big head as I reached the end of each stroke. Soon, I felt him tense up, and several streams of his cum shot out, covering my hand and his loincloth. I tried to pull my arm away, but I was still buried under the mountain of warm flesh, so I left my hand on his softening shaft.
I suppose you'd like to know a little bit about me. I am a kobold fighter from the land of Midgard. As such, I am four feet tall, somewhat muscular, and my skin is a pale bluish color. I am told kobolds look like a cross between a human and a dog or wolf of some kind. We walk, talk, and act like humans, but are shorter, and bluer. My hair is a darker shade of blue and with short fingers and toes, my hands and feet somewhat resemble paws. I was sent into the Midgardian army at the age of 15 to become a defender of the land. Now, having just turned 18, I have just fought my first major battle, and apparently lost. I have always enjoyed pain and punishment, which is one of the reasons I joined the war effort. It gets my adrenalin pumping, and heightens my senses. I have never considered myself gay, or straight for that matter. I've had plenty of cocks of all sizes in my mouth, but that's how it is around here. While training as a fighter, we looked for sexual relief any way possible. There were no women for miles, which meant if I wanted to be sucked, I would have to return the favor. I never really minded the taste of cum, so I would suck five or six different guys a week. Being so small, my dick was about 4.5 inches when hard, but I had sucked anywhere from younger kobolds at 4 inches, up to 8 inches of old human flesh. I would do whatever was necessary, as long as I got some enjoyment in return.
Lying there in that mass of people, thinking about these stories, was starting to get me hard, but I was too worried about what might happen to me to consider jacking off. Every once in a while, we could hear several people come in, talk quietly amongst themselves, then select one of the bodies to take out with them. I drifted off to sleep wondering what my fate may be.
I was shaken awake by two sets of rough hands. One pair grabbed my legs, while the other had my shoulders. I was dragged from the pile into a courtyard which was very bright with the afternoon sun. I squinted my eyes, unable to see what was happening. As my eyes adjusted to the bright sun, I saw I had been placed on a table, surrounded by what appeared to be seven or eight elfin captors. My loincloth was removed, exposing my soft cock and small balls to these tall men. A few of them chuckled at my size and lack of body hair. Being only 18, and a kobold, which is a slow developing race, I had small amounts of blue hair in each armpit, and a meager patch above my penis. Very little hair was visible on my arms or legs, and none on my chest or stomach.
I was strapped down to the table, with my arms and legs stretched out around me. Each of the elves had picked up razor blades, and they began to shave my body. Within minutes, they had removed every hair on my body except for the top of my head, which they left a medium length. Then I was sponged down by two of them, and a large bucket of cold water was poured over my body by a third to rinse me off. I shuddered at the sudden cold, and my balls shrunk up, trying to get inside of my body.
I saw a larger figure coming at me. He must have been over seven feet tall, and very large. He was carrying a length of metal rod with a glowing chunk at the end. As the elves grabbed a hold of me and held me down firmly to the table, this large figure brought the metal iron to my shoulder and pressed it into me. I screamed in pain, and tried to writhe free of the grips holding me, but it was hopeless. I whimpered and cried out in pain as the seconds the iron was on me seemed to drag out to hours. Finally, the branding iron was removed, my loincloth was put back on, and I was carried out of the courtyard by two more large figures.
I was taken a long hallway, lined on each side with small cells. As we passed the cells, I could see a Midgardian in each. Most were humans or dwarfs, all wearing a loincloth, and nothing else. I was taken into my cell, and laid down on the small straw mattress. As I looked around my cell, I noticed a small hole in one wall. I peered through the hole, and saw another kobold in the cell next to mine, who was examining his shoulder. This caused me to look at my own wound, and to my dismay, I found the word `SLAVE' had been burned into my skin.
I sat down on the ground, carefully adjusting the small loincloth to keep my flesh off of the cold ground. As I sat there staring into the hall, several other captives were escorted past, presumably on their way to further cells. Several hours passed, and having seen no one pass by the cell lately, I turned and looked into the hole to the next cell. Seeing the neighboring kobold sitting on his mattress, I whispered into the hole "Hey."
"Hi there" came the response.
"Do you have any idea what is going on" I asked the stranger next to me.
"No, but it doesn't look too good" he said.
We talked to each other through the hole in the wall for a while, discussing how we had come to be here, and possible means of escape. It turned out that he had fought in the same battle as I, and told much the same story I did about being put into his cell. We had no idea what to expect, but feared that even if we could escape, there was nowhere to go in this strange land. So we sat and awaited our fate.
Soon some elves walked by and put a bowl of something into each cell. It sure didn't smell like food, but I was starving, so I reluctantly ate whatever was in the bowl. Then I looked into the hole, and saw my new friend stroking himself. He appeared to have about five and a half inches, which is large for a kobold, and some pretty good sized balls.
"Do you want some help with that?" I asked him.
He looked up in surprise, not knowing that he was being watched. Without saying anything, he came over, and slid his cock through the hole in the wall. I took the end in my mouth, and began sucking it for him. He tasted great. I have always preferred the taste of kobold skin to that of any other race, so I was happy to have such a familiar opportunity in such a strange land. I sucked all of him into my mouth, and he was able to touch the back of my throat, even after passing through the wall separating us. Soon he began to thrust in and out of my mouth, and I was quickly rewarded with a large load of kobold cum. The taste was incredible, and I let it slide over my tongue and around my mouth for several minutes before swallowing it all.
"That was amazing" he said, "I never let anyone do that for me before, I was always too nervous. I haven't had a chance to cum for close to a week now. Thank you so much."
I didn't reply, instead I just pushed my four and a half inches into the hole towards him. A moment later, I felt the warm lips encircle my cock, and he began to suck it. His teeth scraped my shaft several times, and I loved the rough feeling, which has always aroused me. As he sucked he got better and better. Soon I couldn't hold on any longer, and let my cum shoot into his eager mouth. I also had not cum for a week, so this felt wonderful.
After we were done, we talked a little bit more about our predicament before falling asleep on our itchy straw mattresses. It turned out he had really liked the taste of my cum too, and we agreed to do it again tomorrow.
To be continued if there is enough interest...
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