Unknown to Tork or Kag, life was about to be filled with another battle for life as they both wanted it. Miles from the start of the Land of the Minotaur, a mercenary named Wilum was marching down the road that went past the edge of this land.
Wilum was a mercenary. He fought many a battle in the service of war lords who only lusted for power and riches and the property of anyone that had them. Wilum was the son of a mercenary. His mother died after his birth, and his father took Wilum with him to the camps of the warriors where he found his service was paid for in gold. Wilums father was mean, rough and only concerned with his own pleasure. Wilum was thrown to women that followed the warriors around from camp to camp. For very little in payment, the women provided what little pleasure the men could receive when not raping defeated warriors or villagers their employer saw as enemies. Many an army was formed by the children sired in these camps.
Life was hard and demanding for Wilum. He learned quickly that he had to fight and be willing to take advantage of any opportunity there was for his own pleasure and survival. As Wilum grew into manhood, he quickly developed a reputation for being cruel, vicious and deceitful. The reputation he developed required great strength and few morals. The combinations of reputation and his performance made him a sought-after mercenary. Wilum had knowledge of shaman secrets, builder cast and weapon makers. War lords paid handsomely for this fighting machine to be counted as one of their warrior.
After many years of defeating his paid enemies, Wilum had an accumulation of not only wealth, but tools of his trade. The tools he had were rare and few had the knowledge of their use. Never satisfied with the wealth he had, he decided that it was time for him to leave being in the employ of dim witted war lords. He would seek out a newer land where he could use his tools and talents to make a kingdom of his own. He would travel as far as needed till he found the place he would be lord.
Even though as a mercenary he was considered old at 40, few if any 20 year olds could keep up with Wilum let alone take him on. Every now and then, he would relieve his need for pleasure by goading some big muscled young into a fight and end up taking his pleasure by not only soundly defeating the youngster, but using him as long as he wanted for pleasure. There was something more pleasing to Wilum when he took the manhood of a muscular young buck, especially if they fought each time Wilum decided he wanted more pleasure.
Wilum stood 6' 4, 310lbs of hidden rock hard muscle. His body was covered in a thick coat of black hair. His head was shaven with the exception of a long thick length of silver and black hair that was pulled tight into a gold thick ring on the very top of his head. He had a thick black and silver bear and mustache that he made certain was kept trimmed. Having a long beard sticking out from the guard plate of a warrior's helmet, was not a smart thing to have. He learned at an early age to give an opponent as little as possible to grab and use against you. Since he had "retired" as an active mercenary, he had developed a coating of fat on his body and a belly. The fat acted as padding in fights and sometimes tricked his young buck prey into thinking he was flabby and weak. The first punch into his belly quickly informed them that Wilum was anything but flabby. Many a young buck and even older men found the pain of their broken fist a good reminder not to assume anything when meeting another in a fight. In addition to aiding him in his deceit, the layer of fat served as a cushion to protect his hard bulk of muscle from bruising and severe damage in a fight. Wilum could absorb more punishment then any foe he faced up till now.
Wilum was proud of his monster cock and balls. His cock had been deceiving to the young bucks he defeated. There was a long thick hood of skin over his thick cock. The hood covered the penis even when it was fully erect. There were few men that could wrap their hand around Wilum's cock and have their fingers touch the other end of their hand. Most ended up being forced to use two hands to satisfy Wilum's pleasure club. Wilum refered to his cock as his club. When the hood was pulled back from the head of his club, it always caused fear in the young bucks and jealousy. It was dark dark pink and very fat and wide. A large piss slit edged down the tip. There was a large valley between the head of his cock and the shaft, partially shielded by the rim edge of the mushroom head. The amount of hair that formed a bush in Wilum's crotch help to cover the monster club's dangerous size when flaccid. While his club was 6" when not hard, it grew to a very fat, threatening 9" when hard. Hanging beneath his club was a large sack of thick hard skin, covered in veins and hair that contained Wilum's balls. Each was the size of a large walnut. When Wilum was naked, they would hang down a quarter of the way down his massive, muscled, hairy thighs.
Wilum's arms were so large, they looked as though they were added on to his sides rather then originals. His shoulder muscles bulged into a super thick neck and back. All was densely covered in fur. The only parts of Wilum's body that weren't covered in a thick coating of fur were his knee caps, palms and the bottom of his large feet. Wilum was always comfortable wearing his leather and metal mesh vest and waist cloth. He wore a thick metal bracelet on each forearm with a bumpy design in it that paid off it's cost quickly; a very useful weapon in fights with bucks. He also wore a neck ring that was rigid in the front and soft in the back. This thick trinket saved him many a time from a jab to the throat. He made his own sandals from the thickest smooth wood, capped in the front with metal; another useful weapon in fights.
Wilum had his possessions in a cart he had made that allowed him quick access to any fighting weapon he needed, and he had all known weapons and some he invented himself. Wilum had a horse to pull the cart and preferred to walk in front of the animal to keep himself in good shape.
As Wilum filled up on provisions in the last village before the unkown land, he listened intently to the stories of hunters leaving the village and never returning. All hired warriors that were sent into the woods to find the hunters never returned either. The village was of the River Tribe, an established tribe that were known for their hunting and fishing abilities. Most furs sought at markets in other villages were River Tribe furs. They had also developed the ability to smoke fish and meat so that it could be eaten for weeks without spoiling.
Wilum asked questions of the men in the markets and wine tents. The favorite story was of a very strong and large hunter named Kag that all respected because of his great strength and hunting skill. Every festival that was held in nearby villages that included fights, Kag would win and was considered a hero to the River Tribe. He was tall, very muscular and had both men and women seeking his favor. The village felt the decrease in fur pelt income after Kag never returned, as he always brought the most pelts and skins then any other hunter when he returned from a hunting trip. It had been more then one year since Kag never returned. He was last seen heading in the direction of the unknown land. It was always rumored that there were bastard children of the ancient gods that lived in lands beyond the River Tribe. The only known village past the River Tribe was 5 days journey down the road that went around the boarder of the unknown land.
Wilum inquired of any who seemed to know the history if any one at all ever returned. The answer was always the same. Villagers that regularly traded with the far village said that village had the same legends and stories. That village had many a hunter and warrior never return once they ventured into the unknown land.
Once Wilum had filled his wagon with as much provision as he could fit, he began the journey down the road to the far village. He thought he would see what this village was and determine if it was worth making into his new kingdom. He didn't think the River Tribe village was far enough from the war lords that employed him. Besides, it was wise to move as far from defeated villages as possible. There were many a survivor of tribes and families he destroyed that wanted revenge. Nothing would please them more then to have an assassin bring back the cock and balls of Wilum to hang as a prize in their hut. No, far far away was wise. Besides, the further he went the more primitive he noticed the villagers were. All were easily made to awe in his strength, knowledge and abilities.
At the end of the first day's journey down the road, Wilum decided to let his horse rest and he would enjoy the cool waters of the stream that followed the road. He found a good spot, easily defended, to make camp.
As he was laying in a pool of rushing water formed by the quick moving stream, he began to stare at the thick forest that was in the distance. So this was a forbidden land. A place that swallowed up all mighty hunters and warriors that entered. Wilum was not easily frightened. He could not remember the last time he felt fear. Maybe when he was 10 as near as he could remember. Never again since. He often thought of that time when at 18 he was taken by a drunken warrior as a pleasure slave. That didn't last long, especially after Wilum slit the warrior cock and balls off while he slept. The warrior bled to death, but not until Wilum had peed down his throat. Years after that, Wilum would remember what happened. As the years progressed, he found a strange desire to use men for his pleasure. Probably a result of the feelings that came after the fear and pain. Yes, must have been 18. That was the last time he and fear danced.
So what could be the reason for all these virile bucks never returning?. Could it be some fierce beast that devoured humans? Maybe some fruit or plant they ate that was poison. Or was there some fierce unknown tribe that lived well into the land that didn't want any other tribe to know of their land and riches. It sure did sound like that was the most likely reason. If you have a great wealth or riches to guard, you don't let strangers walking through leave with the secrets of your treasure, do you? Of course they would kill them, so no other tribes would try to take their treasures or share the wealth of abundance in the land. Clever. Just what he would do at the beginning of his takeover of a village. Ruthless, secretive, source of powerful rumors; keep all who may interfere away till the iron grip has the prey by the neck. Fear and power would then make things as they should be. All things to the lord Wilum. Yes, that was the plan.
SO, what should he do? Take the time to learn more at the far village or just carefully go right through the middle of the unknown land and find the secrets being closely held himself. Not being one to ever shy from the direct approach, Wilum decided he would see for himself what the basis for this deceit was all about. He had the tools and weapons that were more then a match for anything he saw since he left his last employer. He knew no one in the known world had any of the weapons and tools he created. He even placed a number of them on open display at a dock where foreign ships landed regularly for trade. No one knew or could figure out what the items were. It was through the middle of the unknown land he would go. Once satisfied he was heading the right way, he would use his time to scout around and look for clues and signs. The horse would be a problem; to big of an animal to drag through the woods. Besides, the animal always made sounds when frightened or startled which would be bad thing when you are on a scouting mission. He would let the animal loose and be done with it. But what of his possessions? AHHHHH... he would make a sled like device that he could easily pull with a strong rope around his waist. He could use most of the carriage he had made and it would do just fine. He could hide the possessions and treasure he would not need right away. No one would be able to find his treasures. Once he had accomplished his new mission he would return with his new subjects to retrieve what was his and his alone.
Wilum immediately got out of the water, dried himself off and put on his waist cloth. Off to the carriage to begin the task at hand. The first problem would be to lay all his tools and weapons out and determine which ones he would need and would be practical for his mission. He would then pile his provisions next to the chosen weapons and know what the size of his sled would need to be. Of course he would make adequate provision for his tools; you never know what trap or cage he may need to build on this mission. Having his tools would also make it much easier to quickly build some excellent torture machines in case he needed to break the will of some of these horders of wealth soon to be his. Thinking of what he may need to force submission in his new subjects, he decided he would also take the potions and poisons that he was well versed in and served him well. They proved useful for learning enemy plans and weaknesses. Besides, he could expertly cover the tips of weapons he used with a coating of potion or poison or both and enjoy the suffering and loss of will and power of an opponent in battle or a fight. Wilum worked diligently and quickly. He already had the design and plan in his head as soon as he had finished selecting the items he would need to take. There was plenty of spare wood to be had all around him that was free for the taking, he was at the edge of a very large forest.
He found that he would not have to totally take apart his prized carriage and that pleased him. It would be much easier to secure and hide if it was kept in tact. No one could break through the lock he had on it, and the wood was covered in a metal coat that prevented access by fire. Yes, his plan was easily adapting to his available spare resources and an obvious sign from whatever gods there might be that they agreed with his intended quest. He made a mental note to have his slaves build a temple to some god he would think of, in honor of his success. Wilum didn't believe in any supernatural deity, he was convinced that even they, if they existed, bled and could therefore be taken.
By the time darkness fell, Wilum had mostly completed the construction of his new sled. He was drenched with sweat and his muscles gleamed. Most of his muscles were bulging from the quick hard work Wilum just completed. He liked that feeling after doing muscle working things. He knew it kept him in shape and provided the exercise his body needed. Wilum was going to start a fire for the night and then decided that was not a good idea. He would not give anyone advanced warning of his presence by lighting up a fire during the black of night. He knew you could see the light of a fire from far far away. He decided that he would just set up a number of snares around his campsite that would catch any animal foolish enough to venture into his campsite. Wilum took his waist cloth off and went into the stream to cool his body down and wash himself. He then took some of his provisions and some wine, laid down on a soft bed of grass and ate his diner nude. He like the feeling of being able to stay nude while eating and sleeping during the night. The combination of wine and food and relaxed muscles lulled Wilum into a deep sleep. He dreamed of his new kingdom and the wealth he would have after taking the hidden village as his.
Wilum awoke with the rise of the sun and felt refreshed and excited. He went for a swim in the stream to refresh himself and loose any trace of strong scent he might have left on him; some men could catch the scent of a man miles before seeing him. After all, if this secret tribe had taken great hunters and warriors, it made sense that they had a keen sense of smell and were great hunters themselves. Careful thought and planning made certain Wilum would give no enemy any type of advantage. After drying himself he went back to the hiding place he picked for his carriage of possessions and treasure. He was quite satisfied no one would easily find it, besides, no villagers other then those in the unknown land would pass this site. Rumor and legend of never returning made this hiding place much safer then any walled fortress.
Wilum dressed in his leather and metal mesh vest, his metal and leather waist cloth. He made certain he had the heavy metal protector of his cock and balls he wore when expecting to enter into a fight. He placed the metal and leather helmet on his head. Wilum then took the thick rope he had tied to the sled and tied it around his waste. He began to walk in the direction he had decided would take him right down the middle of the unknown land. He smiled as he began walking to the woods, his sled design was perfect. The sled was easily pulled as he walked and presented very little drag on his walking.
Tork knew the time was near for the deep sleep. He had shown Kag the plants he was to eat and reminded Kag not to venture toward the mountain land Marg came from. Kag had no intention of going anywhere near that direction ever again. Kag helped his lord and master place all of the furs and bowls and items in the cave into smaller caves farther in the large cave that was Torks lair. Tork made certain Kag had some strong weapons to use in case he found himself in danger and a good amount of skins and furs to sleep on. Tork was quickly feeling the onset of the deep sleep approaching. He grabbed Kag and began to lick him all over and send Kag into his pleasure moans as his tongue explored Kag's mouth and throat. Tork placed the end of his cock at Kag's mouth and let Kag suckle and play to get a large flow of ooze. Kag's body reacted strongly and he was filled with desire, pleasure and need. Tork intensified his exploring and caressing and rubbing of Kag's entire body till he was satisfied Kag was beginning to produce nectar in his body. Tork turned Kag around and lifting him in the air by his waist, wasted no time pushing Kag over the edge by using his tongue to explore Kag's ass and driving him wild by making his tongue thin then thick as it darted in and out. Tork clamped his hand on Kag's cock and balls and drove Kag into a frenzy of sexual desire. Tork alternated between licking Kag's body covering it in saliva and exploring his ass. Kag responded with loud screams of pleasure and desire and need. Only after Kag passed out 3 times from the excess of pleasure did Tork spin Kag around and almost swallow Kag down his throat as he used his tongue to place pressure on Kag's cock and balls and allowed Kag's nectar to begin flowing. Tork was rewarded with a large flow of Kag's nectar. Tork continued sucking and licking until he felt Kag was totally dry. Tork slid his rock hard cock along the front and backside of Kag's body, causing it to be covered in his drool that was all over Kag's body. Tork slid his cock into Kag and pulled him close and tight into his body. Tork used both arms around Kag to slide him up and down his cock. Tork made certain to flex his pecs, abs and arms for Kag's pleasure. Course this hightend Torks pleasure as well, making all the nerves of his massively muscled body fire with pleasure and desire.
Tork had his tongue deep in Kag's throat and began to madly explore the inside of Kag's mouth and throat as great gobs of his ooze were running into Kag's intestines. As soon as Kag knew Tork was moving his snout into the air and about to bellow and roar his extreme pleasure as he was shooting his nectar into his pleasure slave, Kag latched onto Torks nipple and pecs and began to roughly bite, lick and pull and massage them. Tork was almost sent over the edge of ecstasy when Kag began doing this attack on his nipples and pecs as he was shooting load after load of nectar into Kag's ass. Kag tightened his ass muscles as hard as he could so that there was a lot of pressure on Torks cock as Kag's movements up and down his cock now was forcing more and more of Torks nectar into Kag. As more and more of the nectar was being forced deep into Kag, more and more was being absorbed by Kag's system. Tork was trying to insure Kag had as much of his nectar in his body as possible to lessen the pain Kag would feel from withdrawl.
Tork kept his cock hard and lodged tight in Kag's ass as Kag kept his ass muscles as tight as he could. He wanted to insure he had more nectar of his lord and master then ever before. Kag was afraid of what would happen if his master did not get released from the deep sleep after four days. Maybe keeping more nectar in his system then ever before would help him. Tork kept using one hand to feel for any nectar sliding out of Kag's ass. As some was leaking out, Tork scouped it off Kag's thighs and placed his fingers into Kag's mouth so he could eat every drop of the nectar. Tork kept Kag locked on his cock until he was sure none of his nectar would slide out of Kag. Kag was in more of a sexual pleasure high then he had felt before. The feeling of having his masters hard cock in him for so long and the feeling of his body slick with Torks ooze being massaged by Torks flexing and rubbing Kag up and down his entire body. Kag's cock was soon rock hard again and he was going into spasm to let fly another load of nectar. Tork took his hand and slid it between his abs and Kag's cock and began pumping Kag's cock and rubbing the mushroom head and top of Kags cock with his thumb. Kag did indeed let fly with another load of nectar that was caught in Torks hand. Tork lifted his hand and quickly licked the nectar off and returned his hand to continue pumping out any remaining nectar from Kag's cock. Kag was unconscious again from sensory overload and pleasure to the extreme. When Tork was certain all was well and both had received the full banquet of nectar, he lifted Kag from his cock and licked Kag head to toe to insure he was totally cleaned and free of sweat and ooze and nectar. Tork held Kag still as he looked long and hard at this human that has had such a strange affect on him. Never in his many years had he felt as he did for this human. He would enter the deep sleep with a new feeling - worry for Kag's safety and well being.
Tork gently held Kag close into him and kept him in a deep caressing hug as he carried Kag to the shelter they made for him to wait for his lord and master to return from the deep sleep. Tork gently placed Kag on the mound of fur and taking the largest fur, covered Kag's naked body. Tork traced Kag's face and head with his finger and walked to his lair. Tork could feel the approach of the deep sleep and he had to be in the hidden cave and have it sealed with the large boulder before it overtook him.
Tork moved the large boulder into place after he entered the hidden cave he would sleep in. No sooner did he finish making sure the boulder was in place properly and he was sealed in, he felt light headed and swooned. He lost his ability to stand and crashed to the floor of the cave on top of the mound of furs from his bed. Torks breathing slowed and he was quickly in the deep sleep that would rejuvenate his entire being. He would return stronger, more alert, almost reborn.
Kag awoke feeling around for his lord and masters cock. He opened his eyes and saw he was alone in the new shelter they built for him away from the masters lair. They knew that was safer then Kag staying inside the lair. If anything happened to Kag or if Kag was discovered, there would be no way for anyone to associate the cave and Kag. Sad but yet still feeling the ecstasy of his full of nectar and ooze and the pleasure he felt from Tork using him up as never before, decided to eat his plants as instructed and then head to the lake for swimming, and fishing. He would then continue his hard exercising of moving boulders and timbers around to keep his muscles hard, bulked and massive for his master. He wanted to look his best when Tork came to take him after the deep sleep.
Wilum was making good progress walking through the woods of the unknown land. He was careful to keep noise to a minimum and made certain he stopped every so often to sniff the air and listen for non-animal sounds. He found himself in front of what looked like a good flowing river. He decided to walk towards where the river was flowing from as it would make sense to find out it's source and hopefully the tribe he sought was located in that direction. Besides, the shore of the river made his trek easier and the sled moved faster with less noise. He could even walk through the shallow water near the shore and the sled would float easily behind him. He began to walk following the river towards it's source.
It didn't take him long to hear the roar of the water as it was flowing very hard over rocks or some barrier. As Wilum walked around a large bend in the river, he spotted a large lake. The lake looked inviting and he knew at some point he would find a spot on the river or streams feeding into the lake that would let him cross to the other side. Wilum continued walking, now faster, around the lake, with the sled floating behind him. Where the lake began to get narrower, something caught Wilums eye. Was that a man? What was he doing? Wilum moved slowly and kept down low, taking advantage of the tall reeds along the shore where he was walking. The reeds provided excellent cover for him. As he soon was getting very close to the man he spotted, he saw the man clearly. The man was a tall and extremely muscled, dark skinned, blond hair and skin clad. He was obviously powerful since for some reason he was lifting huge boulders and moving them. Wilum was quite puzzled by this. The man then lifted massive timbers and moved them around, taking both the boulders and timbers a fair distance. Maybe the man was building a fortress? No, that wasn't it at all. Now the man was moving them back again. The man was sweating profusely and Wilum could see the body of the muscled man was coverd in hair that was wet with sweat that was running heavily down the mans entire body. WHAT was this fool up to? Who would waste time moving such heavy things back and forth if he wasn't building anything. Maybe the man couldn't decide where best to start? Was that it? Was this one of the villagers he sought? Were they that primitive that they didn't know how to plan or design first and then build? Wilum smiled as he was thinking this might just be easier to accomplish then first thought.
Wilum cautiously moved further down the lake till indeed he found it was being fed by two or three large streams of quickly flowing water. He waited until the man was far away from where the timbers first were before he crossed the streams and placed his sled into the brush so the man would not see it. Wilum then decided to return to a spot on the other side, just past where the streams were flowing into the lake. He would think of a plan once he saw what the man would do after this stupid boulder timber game. It was awhile before Kag decided he had exercised his muscles very well and knew the master would have been pleased. He walked close to the streams to the spot where the rock ledge jutted out into the lake. He removed his loin cloth and went into the water. He swam for a bit and then headed for the rock ledge under the water. He laid himself down and stretched out so that the swirling bubbling waters coming into the lake from the fast moving streams would massage his sore tired muscles and cool him down. AHHHHHHHH.. this truly was a gift from the master.
Wilum was quite impressed with the development of the man. He felt a stirring in his cock when he watched the loin cloth drop from the man's waist putting his large cock and balls on display. When the man turned around and Wilum had a full view of that muscled butt gleaming with sweat, there no longer was a stirring in his cock, it was rock hard. This one would be much fun. He could take loads of pleasure with this one for sure. He definitely had more then enough muscle and stamina to withstand weeks of punishment and submission to Wilums sick pleasures. Yes, this would be his first conquest of the new tribe. Wilum decided to take off his helmet, vest and waist cloth. He left on his sandals and the metal decorations on his forearms and neck. He dove into the water and began to swim.
Kag was stunned by the sound of the large splash he heard and quickly sat up to see what could have caused it. He starred into the lake and couldn't believe his eyes. There was something swimming in the lake. He stood up for a better view and couldn't believe his eyes. Was this a human? What human has a plum coming out of the top of his head and has it held with a shinny band? Then he saw the man stop swimming and waving at Kag. The man had a wide smile on his face and seemed to be saying hello. So, this was not another monster. Only humans greeted one another with waves and verbal statements like HELLO. Where had this man come from and what was he doing in this lake?
Wilum saw that his decided on course of action was working. His presence had taken the man totally by surprise and he obviously was somewhat shocked. But more importantly, the man was not taking any defensive measure and was therefore indeed a stupid weak man. Yes, this was going to be easier then he planned. The closer Wilum got to the shore where Kag was standing the bigger Wilum could see Kag was. Most impressive. He indeed will be a fun toy to have. Yes, this one would be better then any young buck since he was bigger then any of them ever were, and this one is very pleasing to the eye. Wilum had to reach under the water with his hand and stroke his engorged cock to satisfy it's demand for some relief. He would not allow himself to cum. No, this new toy of his would make that happen.
Kag could see as the man got closer that he had very powerful looking shoulders, a very thick neck and massive arms. He also had shinny things on his forearms and neck. Strange how this man had decorated his body. Maybe he could find something like that for Kag and that might please Tork. Kag began to wave back at Wilum and returned his smile with a very animated and broad smile of his own. His teeth seemed to reflect the bright sun in the sky.
Oh yes, Wilum was sure this would be a treasure. This man was very pleasing to the eye indeed. What if the rest of the tribe was like this one. Wilum may actually die of pleasure then. That would not be good, way to distracting for him to accomplish his plans. If they were all like this one, then some would have to be disfigured so as not to cause Wilum constant distraction.
Wilum now saw that Kag was standing on a rock ledge that jutted out into the lake. When Wilum reached the edge of the ledge, he slowly lifted himself up out of the water and made certain to shake himself in an exaggerated manner to accentuate his pump'd muscles and size. He stretched tall and made all his muscles taunt to show this man the power he had and prepare the scene for what was to come. Wilum then pulled the water from his hair plum by squeezing and pulling, which of course made his bicep seem to explode oh his arm. Wilum continued the broad smile and held out his arm in the tradition manner of greeting another. Kag wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, but then figured it was proper to mimic what this man was doing. Kag extended his arm and it was quickly pulled tight into the grip of this man and shook. The man grabbed Kags arm with his other arm holding Kag's arm between both of his arms while shaking them back and forth. The feeling on Kag's arms was strange as the metal seemed very slick and cold and hard.
"Wilum, free man of Tudner. Sorry to have startled you, but I have been traveling for days and hadn't seen one man anywhere. I must have strayed from the path I was supposed to follow to a village. It is a pleasure to run into another human."
"Kag, pleasure slave of the lord and master of the land. You are indeed far off any road to any village. There are no humans near here. I have been here more then a year I think and have not seen one human in all that time." Kag then thought maybe he shouldn't have said pleasure slave or lord and master. What if this man wants to meet him since he said he was a free man. Kag didn't catch the changed expression in Wilums face because Wilum quickly changed back to the extreme smile when Kag looked at his face. Wilum noticed Kag was looking him up and down and seemed impressed with Wilum's massive muscles and fur. Or was it the size of his club and balls. This Kag would learn soon enough the power and wonder in those. Indeed Kag would know much about Wilums club and balls.
Wilum then said "Slave? Pleasure slave? Who is this lucky lord and master of the land you speak of, I should like to meet him. I would like to see the man that has you for his pleasure slave; he must truly be something of a muscled god to keep you in check".
Kag began to blush and knew he has said the wrong thing. Kag then quickly thought of something. "My lord and master is no longer living. He was killed in a battle with a monster with one eye named Marg. My master did manage to do much damage to Marg who died himself not long after the battle. I have been here alone since."
Wilum pretended to looked shocked and sad for Kag. He didn't believe one word of it, but he would find out the truth with no problem, this he knew to be a fact. His skill made extracting the truth from anyone easy.
Wilum said "Oh how terrible and fightening that must have been. An evil monster was it? With one eye only? That almost sounds as if your lord was killed by a Cyclops. Course I thought they were just a myth, but you actually saw one."
"Not only saw one, but fought him myself. I was badly beaten and he began to take his pleasure with me. It was very frightening and painful" Kag said with a very serious look and very animated expressions.
"So you have been here all this time alone? No other members of your tribe around?" Wilum asked as serious and concerned as he could possibly be.
"Oh no sir, no one has ever come by here or been here for the year or more that I have been here. After my master was killed it has only been me alone" Kag sadly explained.
"Wait, I have heard your name before. Kag. Kag. YES, Kag, a hunter from the River Tribe that disappeared when he entered the unknown land hunting for his tribe. A great hunter and provider. AND a great fighter I heard, always won every match. A hero to his entire Tribe. Why could that be YOU?" Wilum blurted out as the name Kag finally registered with his brain.
"River Tribe? I'm sorry sir, I have no memory of my past. Nothing seems to exist in my memories before I became my masters slave. I have tried to remember and some things seem familiar or some things I seem to know, but I don't know how I know" Kag explained.
Wilum was puzzled. The body language and look in Kag's eyes said he was indeed telling the truth. There was absolutely no reaction in Kag to what Wilum said about the River Tribe or what he was known for. So somehow whoever this lord and master of his is/was, he was able to totally wipe out any memory of Kag's past. Could THIS be what happened to the other hunters and warriors lost in this land?
Wilum began to recite as much of the legends and stories as he could remember that the River Tribe told of Kag. While he was telling Kag all of these he carefully watched for any expression from Kag that would indicate he remembered something. Wilum even purposefully changed some of the things he was told that would have made Kag almost a villain, mean to older tribe members and children. Not one response was noted in Kag's expression. He was listening to Wilum as if he was hearing a fable or childs story. It was true, he indeed had no memory of his past.
Wilum asked Kag "I do not mean to be forward, but would you like to share a meal with me? I have eaten alone for so many days, it would be a great thing to share the company of another".
Kag smiled at Wilum and agreed. It would ease his fear about his master in deep sleep and maybe help him pass the time better. He would then help the man on his way, maybe even walking a ways with him.
Wilum said he had hidden some food so that some animals wouldn't find it while he was swimming and would return quickly with enough for them both. Kag was obviously excited and said he would pick berries for them to eat along with the food Wilum had. Wilum made a big deal out of the generousity of Kag and Kag went away very pleased. He realized he was totally naked but then so was Wilum, so it was not a problem. Besides, it seemed Wilum enjoyed looking over Kag's impressive body as much as his master does. Kag had to admit that he was taken with the obvious power and muscle of Wilum. He was fascinated with the silver hair he had and the way his forearms shone with those metal coverings. He would have to ask Wilum about getting some for himself.
Wilum went behind the bushes to his sled and got some of his dried food and bread. He opened the case with his potions and poisons and picked a mixture that he knew would slow down Kag's movements and accentuate any pain he felt. He wanted Kag to really feel his power when he began to take him apart and start him down the road of being his pleasure slave. Then he would make him tell the truth of his master. This was going to be something to relish and enjoy. Wilum prepared two separate bowls of food, making sure Kag's had the potion mixture in it. Just in case, he put some potion mixture in a small jug of wine he would insure Kag drank.
Wilum returned to the ledge in the water and placed the food and wine down on the sand making sure Kag's was away from Wilum. No sooner did Wilum finish placing things out and sit down, Kag came from the woods holding a large skin loaded with berries of all color and shape.
Kag looked at the bowl's Wilum had in place and saw it contained his favorite treat, dried fish and something he wasn't sure what it was but it smelled and looked very nice.
Wilum smiled that big teeth showing smile at Kag and took a handful of the berries and ate them. They were both sweet and bitter, giving a very refreshing taste. Wilum told Kag how grateful he was to dine with him and how much he enjoyed the taste of those berries. Wilum took some of his food and motioned for Kag to eat also. Kag told Wilum that dried fish was his favorite treat since he lived on plants and berries alone. He did not eat animal flesh at all, only special plants his master had shown him he must eat. He inquired of Wilum what the other item was, and Wilum explained it was called bread and was made from plants and water and eggs. Kag was relieved it did not contain animal flesh and began to rip off pieces and ate it along with the dried fish. The fish had a strange flavor, but Wilum told him it was called seasoning and used on all foods eaten in villages. Then Wilum told Kag to drink from the small jug near him. It was wine and quite good. Kag took the jar and tasted the wine. It tasted very good indeed. Kag watched Wilum take deep gulps and he then did the same. Soon Kag had eaten all of his fish and bread and finished his wine. He felt very full and didn't notice right off a strange feeling that began to run through his entire body. Wilum waited and made small conversation. He wanted to see if the potion mixture was now working so he suggested to Kag that they have a friendly wrestling match to help wear off the meal. Kag felt that was a good idea. He thought it would be a good excuse to closely feel the muscles and fur all over Wilum and give Wilum the opportunity to do the same to him. Yes, it would be good to wear off the meal.
Wilum stood up and moved towards the large sand area off the shoreline. Kag followed him and tried to match the stance that Wilum took as he circled around the sand looking at Kag. Kag made the first move and locked up with Wilum. He was careful not to be rough, but would show Wilum he was indeed powerful. Wilum decided to let Kag get into a confident state by letting him succeed in placing Wilum in holds. Kag slid his hands down Wilums arm and locked onto his wrist while pulling Wilums arm up and back while twisting it. Wilum was pleased that he was right and Kag would take much punishment; this was going to indeed be a good pleasure slave. Wilum went along with the hold and dropped to one knee patting his bicep and shoulder of the arm Kag thought he had pulled back and was putting pressure on forcing it father back and out while holding it twisted and straight. Wilum forced himself to grunt like if he was in some pain and put a painful grimace on his face.
Kag was really getting into this hold when Wilum started to pull his arm back down without any help from his other arm. Kag couldn't believe that he was loosing the hold just by the shear force of Wilum pulling his arm back down. The muscles in his shoulder and chest and back were bulging and rippling with power. As Kag's hands slid down Wilum's arm, Wilum used his forearm on the other arm to hit the bicep of Kag strained trying to hold Wilums arm in the hold. Kag let out a wail of pain and let go of the hold completely and grabbed his bicep. He looked at it as he rubbed it. He couldn't believe it could hurt that much. Wilum got up off his knee smiling broadly. He knew the potion mixture was indeed now working.
Wilum then said to Kag, "My turn" and reached out and held Kag's wrist in both hands and began to twist his arm. Kag could feel his arm muscles and shoulder being put under a tremendous amount of pressure. He watched as Wilum slowly was twisting and pulling Kags arm up and back and noticed the bulges in Wilums massive arms. It wasn't very long at all that Kag was now on one knee and Wilum hand Kag's arm inside his armpit and one arm under Kag's arm holding Wilums other hand tightly. Wilum then began to move his upper body backwards and Kag began to scream out in pain. It felt as though his arm and shoulder and pec were being ripped back off his body. He tried slapping his pec and shoulder to keep circulation going and stimulate the muscles.
Wilum said in a deep voice, "No no no Kag. That's not how you do that, here, let me show you the proper way". That said, Wilum released the arm he had across his own body holding his other hand under Kag's arm. He raised it far back to his side, made a fist and swung it into Kag, hitting him from his shoulder down to his pec. It would have been painful as it was, but the pain was intensified by Wilums forearm being covered in that thick coating of metal with the bumps in it. It dawned on Kag that they were not trinkets, but weapons for a fight.
Kag screamed in pain and his face was contorted in pain. Wilum repeated the manover telling Kag he wanted to be sure Kag knew how it was supposed to be performed. Wilum then reconnected his hands again and pulled his upper body hard towards the back making Kag think Wilum was going to not only rip his arm off but break the bones in his shoulder and arm. Wilum continued the move several times. Then would repeat the smashing of his forearm across Kag's shoulder and pec.
Wilum then in a very calm voice asked Kag if he could now remember the proper way to apply the hold.
Kag said "yes yes yes, please no more". He couldn't believe the intensity of the pain he was beginning to feel.
Wilum released the hold and Kag was now on both knees, holding onto his right arm and rubbing it and his shoulder and pec. Wilum walked behind Kag and put his hand on top of Kag's head and proceeded to slam his forearm into the back of Kag's neck. Wilum's hand on Kag's head prevented him from falling or moving away. Kag thought that Wilum was smashing his neck and the top of his back with a large rock. This was not good at all, either Wilum played VERY ruff or something more was happening. Kag didn't have much time to think about it as Wilum then began to kick into the small of Kag's back with his metal tipped sandals while holding Kag in place by his shoulders.
Wilum then pushed Kag's head to the right side very hard and did a few smashes with his forearms into Kag's shoulder. He then swung his arm around and let his forearm crash into Kag's pec. Wilum switched hands on Kag's head and pushed Kag's head hard to the left and repeated the smashing shoulder on Kag's right side. Wilum then pulled Kag's arm out and after twisting it hard, placed it in the same hold he used on Kag's other arm. He repeated the brutal pulling and jerking back and the smashing forearms across the shoulder and pec. Kag was in trouble. His shoulders felt like they were no longer there, they were replaced by these cramping painful mass of muscle that was causing loads of pain. Wilum then pushed Kag's head down to his chest hard and again holding the back of Kag's head down smashed his forearm into the back of Kags neck repeatedly.
When Wilum let go of Kag's head, Kag fell face first into the sand. His normal reflex to try to stop his fall with his arms was pointless; the arms would not respond. Kag felt as though his neck and upper back was on fire with pain and cramping a lot. Wilum pulled Kag off the sand by his hair and locked each of his hands in Kag's, finger locked. Wilum then lifted his mighty arms and pressed down on Kag's wrists. The pain was almost to much for Kag to bare. He quickly lost the ability to stand, his knees just buckled from the pain in his hands, wrists and arms. His shoulders found another reason to feel more pain then they were so far. Kag also felt even more pain in his neck and the small of his back from the way this was forcing him to bend. His face smashed into Wilums fur forest crotch. Wilum then forced Kag to stand up by pulling on his hands and arms and as soon as Kag was almost standing, Wilum viciously switched the direction of his hands so that he had Kag's palms face up bending hard at the wrist.
Wilum yelled in Kag's face "Come on muscle stud, show your new lord and master what you have. Don't give up on me already, lets have more fun." With that, Wilum squeezed harder and made Kag scream in pain and end up on his toes. Wilum reversed the direction hard again and Kag went crashing to his knees, his face again hitting into the crotch of Wilum. Wilum put even more pressure on as he twisted his hips from side to side making his wiry pubic hair rub across the eyes and face of Kag. Wilum then forced Kag to kneel straight up and released his right hand grip on Kag's hand. Wilum quickly let fly at least 6 hard shots of his forearm into Kag's shoulders, both sides receiving equal blows. When Wilum released his other hands grip on Kag's, Kag fell face first into Wilums waiting crotch. Wilum made a hammer of his arms by grabbing his hands lacing his fingers together, lifted his arms high in the air and let them forcefully crash down on Kags back, then on Kags neck, then on the small of Kags back. Wilum did this several times. Kag was not allowed to fall to the sand. Wilum used both of his hands to pull Kag up to a kneeling straight position again by his hair. Wilum then took Kag's left arm by the wrist and held it out to the side. He then made sure to smash his metal covered forearm into Kag's bicep at least 10 times. Wilum then grabbed Kag's right arm and did the exact same thing. Kag was almost unconscious from the pain he was enduring. Wilum wanted more fun. He was enjoying the destruction of this muscled man and he had so much more playing to do with him.
Wilum moved back away from Kag and watched as Kag's face crashed into the sand. Wilum knew Kag's arms were now totally useless and he was free to work on other parts if he chose. Hmmmmmm, lets see if we can make this Kag beg for mercy. Yes, that would be exciting. He would easily submit to pleasing Wilums club and balls and ass rather then feel more destruction hit him. He would beg Wilum to let him please Wilum. It would be a very good game indeed to have this big muscled man begging.
Wilum pulled Kag up to a standing position again by his hair and moved behind Kag. Holding Kag in place by the top of his hair, Wilum proceeded to pound into the small of Kag's back. When he got tired of hitting it with one fist, he switched hands. He then let Kag fall to his knees and again while pulling Kag backwards bending his back, proceeded to kick the small of Kag's back with the tip of his sandal. The metal was now doing it's damage after the muscles had been softened totally by Wilums hard punches. Wilum moved to the front of Kag and pulled him to a standing position. Kag then felt those massive arms of Wilum squeezing around his body and crushing his back. At first, Wilum just leaned in forcing Kag to bend his back while Wilum squeezed and squeezed. Then Wilum seemed to scoot down some and when he stood upright, Kag was off the ground, back being crushed by Wilums massive arms and his abs unable to pull air into his lungs as Wilums belly was smashing into them, forcing them farther back to Wilums crushing hands in the small of his back. Wilum kept flexing and tightening his grip. Just before Kag was about to pass out, Wilum let go and Kag went crashing to the sand. His back was still arched from the monster bear hug Wilum used on him. Wilum kicked Kag till he rolled over on his stomach. Wilum then pulled Kag into a kneeling position again and bent his chest down placing Kag's face into his armpit, making sure Kag's nose was clear to breath. Putting his arm under Kags head and moving Kags arm under Wilums armpit he let his other hand grab on to his hand and began to bend at his knees. The move was crushing Kag's neck, shoulder, arm and putting most of the pressure on the small of Kag's back. Kag's body was kneeling, bent backwards. Wilum made loud grunting sounds as he bent his knees and then squeezed with all his might as he pushed himself up and forward. Kag tried screaming but all he got when his mouth flew open was a mouth full of sweat and armpit hair. Wilum continued this until he didn't hear the muffled screams of Kag. He released the hold and Kag again crashed to the sand in a lump.
As Kag was laying on the sand, Wilum took Kag's legs and spread them wide apart. He then stood over Kag facing Kag's feet. His legs were straddling Kag's chest. Wilum let his body fall down right on top of Kag's chest. Wilums ass was right in front of Kag's face and his massive thighs were along the sides of Kags body. Wilum then reached down roughly and grabbed Kag's cock and balls and pulled his ass up towards him. Wilum took Kag's ankles and spread them as wide as his arms could spread them. Kag now felt like his legs were being ripped sideways from his body and the area between his legs under his balls was going to rip open. Wilum then began to bite and pull at Kag's cock with his teeth. Kag's cock began to respond and was soon hard. Kag's mushroom head was still hidden under the large hood of skin he had. Wilum then grabbed Kag's cock in his mouth and holding it in place with his teeth, started teasing Kag's cock by roaming inside the skin hood with his tongue. Kag's cock seemed to get harder and harder. Keeping Kag's cock in his mouth, Wilum released Kag's legs and grabbed him by his balls using them to hold Kag 's ass up. With his free hand, Wilum grabbed Kag's cock and held it tight. He began to chew on the skin hood over Kag's cock. He would sometimes bite, sometimes gentle sometimes hard then use his tongue to circle inside the hood around Kag's mushroom head. Wilum moved his ass right on top of Kag's face. Kag felt the sweat running down Wilums body run down his ass into Kag's mouth. Wilum then began to rub his ass up and down Kag's face. Kag was having a hard time breathing and with the sweat running into his mouth had to use his tongue to get it past his lips and swallowed. When his tongue licked it hit Wilums rosebud and he stopped moving back and forth. As soon as Kag stopped licking, Wilum again began sliding his as back and forth. The pressure of Wilums ass fur and it's rough movement forward and back was painful for Kag. He figured out that when he used his tongue on Wilums ass, he stopped the painful ass movement on his face. Kag now was licking his tongue madly at Wilums ass, even pushing it in and round Wilums rosebud. Wilum then stood up and turned around. He knelt down again having Kag's head lifted off the sand tilted towards Wilums cock and balls. Wilums thighs kept tight pressure on the side of Kag's head to hold it in place.
Wilum took his cock and placed it by the nose of Kag. Wilums balls were covering Kag's mouth, so he had to deep breath through his nose, catching full scent of Wilums cock. Wilum moved his cock to Kag's lips and began to squeeze his thighs crushing Kag's head. Kag opened his mouth and Wilum's cock went partially in his mouth. Kag could feel the hard rough skin hood Wilum had. Wilum began to again squeeze his thighs and Kag moved his tongue into the skin hood. Wilum let some of the pressure on Kag's head lessen. Kag quickly knew that is what Wilum wanted and began to use his tongue to explore the inside of Wilum skin hood. Wilum's club began to harden and swell. Kag could feel his mouth being stretched wide open and thought his lips might rip. He had learned how to manage his masters massive mushroom head in his mouth, but in this position, he couldn't move as he knew he needed to in order to accommodate the mass. It seemed Wilum was content now with Kag just exploring his skin hood with his tongue.
Wilum stood up and pulled Kag up from the ground by his hair. Wilum grabbed Kag's wrists and moved them behind Kag's back, holding them together in place with one hand. Since Kag was a few inches taller , Wilum made sure to keep Kag's knees bent so that his face and Kag's were at the same level.
Wilum was in Kag's face when he said "Are you now my pleasure slave Kag? Would you like me to stop playing the wrestling game and move on to my pleasure? Do you wish the pain to stop?".
Kag had to think about this. Would he be betraying his lord and master by agreeing to this? NO, he would not betray his master, he would be saving himself from certain death so he could again serve his true lord and master, Tork. Tork will come looking for his pleasure slave and kill this human.
Kag looked into Wilums eyes and said "Yes lord, I am your pleasure slave now and PLEASE I BEG YOU, let me please you".
Wilum pulled his arm that was holding Kag's wrists back making Kag's shoulders scream in pain. Kag let out a loud series of screams and begged for mercy and to please Wilum his lord and master. Wilum continued to pull Kag's arms backwards and finally stopped.
Wilum grabbed Kag's balls in his hand and squeezed and squeezed. Kag couldn't scream the pain was so intense.
"You are my pleasure slave Kag, slave to Wilum, lord and master. You are totally mine to do with as I wish. You will thank your lord and master for every pain and pleasure you are allowed to feel" Wilum began pump squeezing Kag's balls as he said this.
Kag screamed, "Thank you my lord and master. Please no more pain. Allow me to please my lord and master".
Wilum laughed a hearty laugh and while not only squeezing and pumping Kag's balls, began to pull them away from his body as he said "Good slave. That is good. What your master is doing PLEASES your master very much. Does it please you?"
Kag screamed as best he could, having a hard time catching a breath, "YES LORD YES".
Wilum let go of Kag's balls and told Kag to suck and bite his masters nipples. Kag obeyed quickly. Wilum moved Kag up against a large boulder and using his body to hold Kag in place, took Kag's still hard cock and forced his skin hood back off his mushroom head and roughly stroke it. Wilum then took his cock and pulled his skin hood over Kag's cock and began to squeeze as he stroke both his and Kag's cock. Even though Kag's entire body felt nothing but horrid pain, he also felt deep pleasure. He had never felt anything like this on his cock. It was obvious Wilum enjoyed it as he kept licking and biting Kag hard on his neck and pecs. Wilum made Kag kneel and pushed his cock into Kag's mouth. Now that Kag could move his jaws and head, he used the technique he learned to handle Torks massive cock head. Wilum was surprised at the way Kag was working his cock and not choking like all the others before hand done. It was obvious to Wilum that Kag was indeed trained well by someone. Wilum let himself fully enjoy the sensation of finally having his cock taken fully into a hot, wet mouth. Wilum pulled back on his skin hood to let his mushroom head feel the full pleasure of this slick mouth. He kept his cock in Kag's mouth for what seemed like hours to Kag. His mouth was getting sore, but what did that matter when his entire body was in pain.
Wilum pulled his rock hard cock out of Kag's mouth and let Kag look at the monster mushroom head and the deep ridge around the base of it. He rubbed it roughly all around Kag's face and then forced it back into Kag's mouth. Then Kag felt this hot heavy stream of liquid flowing down his throat. He couldn't believe what he felt. Wilum was letting a hot stream of his piss flow down Kag's throat into his stomach. Wilum seemed to just keep letting the stream flow until Kag was sure his stomach was going to burst from the amount of liquid filling him. When he had finished filling Kag with his piss, Wilum pulled his cock out of Kag's mouth and pulled him up into a standing position. He began to slap Kag's abs hard and then push hard into his abs as he rubbed roughly. He kept this up until Kag was certain it would force the piss out of his stomach. When his expression showed he was about to vomit the piss up, Wilum grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. The piss that was making it's way back up Kag's throat now just pumped up into his mouth and flowed back down and up and down. Wilum increased the pressure on Kag's throat and since he couldn't breath, the piss settled back down into his stomach. Kag had the horrid taste of Wilums piss in his mouth along with whatever was in his stomach before.
Wilum dragged Kag over to the lake by holding him at the back of his neck and forced him down at the shore, shoving his face into the water.
Wilum yelled "DRINK" and Kag obeyed. The water helped push the awful taste back into his stomach and felt cool and refreshing going down. Wilum pulled Kag up by his hair and pushed his cock back into Kag's mouth. He began to force Kag's face into his crotch hard and fast. Kag found himself gagging at every other thrust crashing into his throat. Finally, Wilum pulled his cock out of Kag's mouth and dragged Kag to the grassy area past the sand.
Wilum made Kag lay on his stomach and spread his legs wide. With his face to the side, Kag could see Wilum slowly pumping his cock with his hand. Making the skin hood slide over and off the growing mushroom head. Then Kag felt Wilums hand roughly squeezing his ass cheeks. Squeezing, pulling, twisting, followed by hard full hand slaps that stung. Wilum looked down at Kag's face and took two of his fingers and shoved them deep in Kag's mouth. Kag quickly began licking, sucking the fingers. Wilum moved them around in Kag's mouth and pushed down at times on Kag's tongue. Wilum then pulled the fingers out of Kag's mouth and pushed them full force up Kag's ass. Kag let out a startled scream. He wasn't prepared and there was no desire and want and need from Torks ooze at play here. As soon as Wilum had his fingers in as far as he could force them in, he began to twist his hand as his fingers rubbed roughly the inside of Kag's ass. He would at times open his fingers wide, close them and pull them out only to shoot them back into Kag's ass. Kag could feel a rush of pleasure building and knew his pleasure spot was being stimulated even though it was not as pleasurable as Tork's tongue.
Wilum moved them close to a small hill covered in the grass and sat down with his back against the back of the mound. He told Kag to stand facing him and then stoop down so that his ass was over Wilums pulsating oozing cock. Kag obeyed. As soon as he stooped down, Wilum grabbed Kag's shoulders and began to push him down on his cock. Kag's ass began to open wide for this wide fat cock. It wasn't as big as his real masters, but again, without the stimulation and ecstasy Tork gave him with his tongue and ooze and saliva and licking, it wasn't pleasurable. Kag could feel the head make it past his rose bud and made himself relax. The probing Wilum did with his fingers made the inside of Kag's ass somewhat sore. Wilum then grabbed Kag behind the knees and pulled them out from under Kag. Kag slid down Wilum cock hard. The surprise move took the breath out of Kag. Wilum had his knees bent so that Kag wouldn't fall backwards. He wanted to watch every facial expression and body movement Kag would make. He was very surprised at Kag's ability to take his club so easily. He could see there was no blood and no violent scream and movements from Kag. Indeed, whoever his old master was, must have been very large indeed and trained this slave well.
Wilum put his hands on Kag's pecs and began to roughly squeeze, rub, pull pinch and slap. He added in placing his mouth over a nipple, bitting hard and then sucking hard while sliding his tongue around. Kag's nipples were very erect and sore quickly after this treatment. Wilum liked the pained look and moans and increased his pec , nipple play. Kag could feel something different about Wilums cock in his ass. It seemed the deep ridge at the base of his mushroom head seemed to almost scrape at the inside of Kag's ass. The feeling was very strange and he wasn't sure if he liked it. After awhile of riding Wilums cock, he knew he didn't like it. It became a bit painful as Wilums cock was slammed in faster and hard. After awhile, the pec nipple torture was making Kag tighten his ass muscles. The scraping of the edge of Wilums mushroom head was really felt then. If the ridge would have been harder, Kag was sure it would be ripping the inside of his ass apart. It would be more like a knife blade scraping his insides.
Wilum was sweating and moaning. He stood up with Kag impaled on his cock and put Kag on the ground after turning him around on his cock so that Kag was facing the ground. Wilum pulled Kag's ass up and pushed his head far down. Wilum latched on to Kag's shoulders and began to ram his cock in and out of Kag's ass like a mad dog in heat. Wilum was slobbering and biting all over Kag's back, neck and shoulders. Wilum began to ram Kag back into his cock as he was ramming his cock into Kag. The slap sound being made by Wilums monster balls slapping Kag's legs and balls grew louder and louder. Wilum then spit in his hand and reached around Kag's abs and grabbed Kag's cock roughly. He began to hard pump Kag's cock. Wilum matched the speed of the pumping of Kag's cock to the speed of his ramming Kag's ass. In spite of the discomfort and pain, Kag could feel his balls preparing to unload nectar. He started to breath heavier and harder and his ass went into hard spasms around Wilums cock. Wilum reached below Kag and used both his hands to pump Kag's cock. Kag couldn't hold out at all and lost all control. He began to shoot huge loads of thick nectar that Wilum was catching in his hands and slapping over Kag's back. Kag kept shooting and shooting nectar as Wilum increased the speed of his cock slamming into Kag. Finally Kag was totally dry of nectar. His hurt from the hard pumping of both Wilums very rough hands. Wilum was rubbing Kag's nectar all over his back and licking it all as he rubbed it in. Kag felt his body falling to the ground as Wilum pulled his arms out from under him and from the force of his thrust knocked Kag flat on the ground with him on top of him, still ramming Kag's ass with fast, deep long hard strokes. Kag's insides began to feel a burning. He was sure it was from the abuse his insides were taking from the mushroom head's edge. Kag screamed as Wilum bit hard into Kag's shoulder as he rammed his cock in harder and started to shoot his nectar into Kag. Kag could tell it was not as thick as Torks and was not sending his body into an ecstasy of pleasure high. It just felt hot and thick. Wilum just kept ramming his cock in and out as he kept biting Kag's shoulder. Then without stopping one stroke, Wilum began to pee in Kag's ass as he was still ramming his cock in and out of Kag's ass. The piss felt like it was burning Kag's insides. He could feel the nectar and piss coming out of his ass. There was no licking it off or pleasure highs from any masterful tongue magic always part of pleasing Tork.
A very sweat soaked Wilum stopped thrusting and just lay on top of Kag, breathing heavily and just biting Kag's neck now and again. Kag was covered in sweat from himself and Wilum. Wilum began to stir and placed his arms under Kag's armpits and locked them behind Kag's neck. He then began to squeeze and lift Kag off the ground. Kag could feel the pain back again in his shoulders and arms. His chin was being forced into his chest and he could feel the flexing and bulging arm muscles and pecs of Wilum as he squeezed harder and harder. Then he began to violently shake Kag from side to side as he put even more pressure on the hold. Soon Kag could feel himself passing out. This was not passing out from over stimulation and pleasure. It was from the pain and pressure being placed on him by Wilums punishing hold. A full nelson with absolutely no mercy or give. Wilum continued shaking Kag and putting even more pressure on even after he could feel Kag's body go completely limp. Kag was no longer conscious.
Wilum let go of the hold and let Kag hit the ground face first. He came back from a quick visit to his sled and using a split log and rope, fashioned a stock for Kag. He placed the split log on the back of Kag's neck forming a wide V. He then used the rope to tie Kag's arms to the logs so that Kag's arms could have some movement, but he would be easily knocked off balance and not able to brace himself from falling. He fashioned a loop in back and front of the rope he tied around Kag's neck and then attached a thinner piece of rough rope from the loop on the back of Kag's neck down to Kag's balls, that he wrapped tightly with the thinner rope. He made sure the thin rope was tight with little give so that when he tugged on the loop of rope behind Kag's neck, it pulled his tied balls far back towards his ass and knew that would be painful, immobilizing Kag immediately if he tried to run. He then used a thick branch that he tied to Kag's legs around his knees, making it impossible for Kag to run or walk fast.
Wilum dragged Kag back to the edge of the lake and tied a rope into the back loop that would give Kag just enough room to lean into the tree he tied him onto, but not allow him to sit. He looked at his new play thing and was pleased. He had more pleasure in this one encounter then he had ever had before. Kag could not only take his punishment, but could fully take his club down his throat and even take the pounding fuck Wilum rarely was able to use without killing his victim. Usually they either bled to death from having their ass ripped wide open or their insides busted and pulled out by his mushroom head. This was indeed a prize catch and worth the effort so far. Tomorrow, he would use some of his skill at torture to get the truth out of Kag about his former master and anything else he wanted to know. Wilum knew whoever Kag's master was, had to be very large and trained Kag very well in pleasure. He obviously had a well developed muscled body and strength. He would find it all out tomorrow. Yes, Kag would scream the answers eventually, no one ever resisted Wilums skills.
Wilum went into the lake to clean himself off and enjoy the swirling waters. He retrieved his helmet, vest and waist cloth and found a comfortable spot to lay down and sleep. He would be very busy tomorrow.