Disclaimer: The following story is written by myself, The Satyr, but the characters and setting of Stargate: SG-1 do not belong to me. In fact, they belong to MGM. This is a lusty tribute to the setting and characters, and a commentary on my own degraded imagination. Nothing more.
It is set quite a bit in the past, on Earth, during the reign of Ra. It makes a lot of assumptions and fills in some blanks that are probably not at all what the creators intended, and are used entirely as supposition on my part, for the joy of mucking about in someone else's world for a change.
I am categorizing this as an AU piece, though that's mainly because I filled in some blanks about pre-history questions in such a way as to make this story possible. We've never really been told why Ra allowed his fellow Goa'uld to take humans from his planet; he and his kind don't seem to enjoy sharing among themselves much. So, let's call it an AU, with the assumption that some of this might be the case?
Also, do be warned. There is hot god-on-god action herein, and not all of it is entirely consensual. Don't read if you are underage, or it is illegal to do so in your area, etc. Be good.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lords of the Sands: Intriguing Behavior
With a hum, the rings descended to their proper positions in the welcoming chamber of Ra's court. A flash of light later, and the soldiers in the room bowed their heads respectfully as a god suddenly stood in their presence.
He was tall and lithely muscled, with close-cropped black hair. His jet eyes surveyed the room around him, a thin sneer on his goateed face. Ba'al arched an eyebrow as his eyes came to rest on the figure at the top of the stairs. This figure was clad in impressive armor like that of the other soldiers around him -- not the solid naquadah plate-and-chain of the new Jaffa warriors, but the largely decorative strips of metal at shoulders, wrist and waist, with the head of a resplendent hawk glaring down at him with luminous eyes.
Unlike the soldiers around him, though, this one did not wear simple iron and copper armor. He was clad in the glorious golden alloy of naquadah that was Ra's secret, and flowing billows of white shrouded his legs. The figure raise his hands, to show that he bore no weapons save the hand device no Goa'uld went without. He gestured -- likely pressing a button hidden in the palm of his hand -- and the golden hawk's head began to shift and twist, folding itself tinier and tinier, until it was naught but a collar and small plate along the back of the figure's neck and shoulders.
The man who stood there was tall, heavily muscled and goateed. His eyes were a dark caramel color, and he was shaven bald and his ears were pierced with simple rings of heavy gold. He inclined his head low and when he raised his face to look upon Ba'al once more, his eyes flashed in the manner of the gods of Earth and the heavens.
Ba'al merely crooked his head slightly, a questioning gesture. The figure before him smiled and descended the stairs, brushing the billowing white cloth at his waist aside, showing strong muscled legs bound by more decorative golden naquadah, as he moved.
The Lord of Canaan stepped away as he descended, wary. This was not Ra. Nor was it any Goa'uld he'd ever seen before. He raised a hand slightly -- the hand that bore his ribbon device. The figure halted, narrowed his eyes at the challenge, and then smiled.
"Forgive me, Lord Ba'al," he said in flawless Goa'uld, his voice resonant in the fashion of the gods. "We have not met. My father sent me to meet you, and ensure that you were given accommodations fitting for the Lord of the Eastern Deserts."
"Your father?" Ba'al queried, arching an eyebrow, lowering his ribbon device.
"I am Heru-ur," the man said, bowing while keeping his eyes on the visitor. "The son of Ra." The bald man smiled as Ba'al's eyebrows shot upward in surprise.
"The son? By the Queen Hathor, I presume?"
"Quite," Heru-Ur replied, straightening. He gestured broadly, the long white sleeves, trimmed in gold, billowing around him as he indicated an arched doorway marked with the sigils of warning for those mortals who might find themselves in this room.
Pass Not Here. Divinity Awaits Beyond, and Death For Mortals.
With that, Heru-Ur ushered Ba'al into the wing reserved for Ra's guests, as the soldiers in the room watched them go, then turned to return to their other duties.
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Ra sat perched on the edge of the golden seat, gazing at his reflection in the mirror of beaten copper. For a moment, his eyes strayed from the image of the guest behind him, and towards his own reflection, watching idly as a boy-slave groomed his hair, twisting it into pleasing patterns and securing it with clasps of purest gold and lapis lazuli.
The other Goa'uld in the room with him shifted uncomfortably, knowing that he dare not call the attention of Lord Ra back upon himself, but to assume his audience was over and try and depart was death as well. So, he waited.
When glanced up at Ra again, his master's glowing eyes were upon him.
"Tell us," spoke the voice of the sun god Ra, majestic, resonant and terrible. "Tell us of our newest guest, Thoth."
The scientist-scholar Thoth blanched, and raised one of the alshak'ka tablet to his gaze, passing the clear red gemstone over it. The symbols on it danced, bringing up the information he sought. He recalled the number of times that he'd presented precisely these reports in the old days, when his master was Anubis.
Before everything had gone horribly wrong, and Ra had claimed him and his vast scientific knowledge as a trophy of war. Thoth's brow furrowed, and he unconsciously reached up to stroke his beard.
At the mirror, Ra's patience waned, and he half-turned his head, shifting his gaze from the image of Thoth in his mirror to look at him over his shoulder. An imperious motion, but one that communicated the sun god's pique well.
"His city-state grows strong, my lord, though it has a reputation as a place where blood-thirsty gods live."
Ra turned in his seat, gesturing with his jeweled hand, and the servants around him fled. Thoth glanced for just a moment at the young servant boys who disappeared through draped arch-ways and behind small walls to where servant doors waited.
He envied them the luxury of flight. The last place he wanted to be was here before Ra, the slayer of Anubis.
"Not powerful gods? Blood-thirsty ones?" Ra questioned. Thoth nodded, lowering his eyes as Ra gazed on him directly. "In what fashion?"
"Our spies indicate that he demands sacrifices, my lord. Frequently. Usually taken from prisoners of war, or gathered from criminals or the poor. He does not choose them -- they are brought by the people of the city to his temple, and slain on his altar there."
"Barbaric," Ra said, though there was a slight tone of whimsy to his admonition. Thoth hoped he didn't find the idea amusing, or the sands of Khem would run red with the blood of the Tauri. "But that isn't what I want to know, Thoth. Tell me why he is here."
"Insofar as your spies can tell, my lord, he seeks to take his people with him, and soon. He believes that he has cultivated the Tauri to fit his needs, according to your decree, and wishes to depart with them." Ra looked away, out the window, and his attention wandered, clearly lost in thought at the implications.
"And has he?" he asked finally, dangerously, turning back to Thoth and his little tablet of spies' reports.
"It would seem so, my lord. They revere him as a god. They meet your criteria of civilization, my lord, having developed a distinct language, form of writing and body of spiritual lore and theology based around Ba'al."
Ra smiled then, a dangerous smile. Thoth had no illusions about what Ra was doing.
Centuries ago, Ra discovered the greatest resource of this planet: the Tauri. They were not brutish and bestial, a trait that Ra despised. Instead, they were sleek of limb, smooth and aesthetically pleasing to gaze upon, much like the preferred aesthetic of the Goa'uld. Like Goa'uld technology, they were pleasing to the senses, long of limb and sleek, with brains that were simple enough to be possessed easily, but advanced enough to provide a proper housing and tool for the Goa'uld.
Moreover, they possessed an impressive and active imagination, and a knack for innovation. They always sought answers for things. They were not advanced enough to understand true science yet, but Ra discovered a fascinating trait within them: in their search for answers, what they did not understand, they often created advanced mythologies to explain. This penchant for finding the supernatural in the world around them made the Tauri the greatest and most convenient resource the Goa'uld could have asked for.
Slaves rise up against a conquerer, but fall down in worship of a god.
As proof of his dominance, Ra allowed those Goa'uld of great power who swore fealty to him a variety of favors. Foremost among them was the taking of a human host, rather than the brutish, wretched hosts so many of them used now. Secondly, Ra permitted them to come to Tauri and cultivate herds of their own. They were forbidden from simply absconding with them, however, for Ra would not see his personal hoard so reduced.
Instead, each vassal-Goa'uld was given three centuries to find a tribal people and forge them into a true nation. Ra had laid down three requirements for a project to be recognized as a nation: they must develop their own language, apart from that of their neighbors; they must develop writing; and they must worship their god utterly, proving their willingness to serve through the creation of legends, and marching to war in his name against their neighbors.
Of course, this often put his vassals' projects at odds with one another, but this was good, in Ra's estimation. A necessary culling. This little experiment had been ongoing for many years now, and Ba'al was the first among them to claim his reward.
This was not the first gift his vassals had received from his court, of course. His queen, Hathor, had given all of his vassals sizeable harems of the Jaffa, as she called them. Humans transformed through her technology to serve as incubators for immature symbiotes. Of course, in their desires to war on one another, he knew that some of his vassals had begun using Jaffa as soldiers, which he found abhorrent.
Not out of any concern for the Jaffa or the young within them, of course. It simply was undignified to send the husks one raised one's young in out to battle. It was short-sighted, though some claimed it bred more powerful young. Ra maintained that it forced the developing symbiotes to focus their energies on healing their hosts, reducing the likelihood of their full mental development.
In short, it was a practice that would lead to increasingly stupid Goa'uld.
"So he wishes to take his little herd away from here then?" Ra mused, more to himself than to Thoth. He smiled down at Thoth, then, a perfectly predatory smile. "We shall see about that."
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The sound of a small chime aroused Lord Ba'al's attention. He turned from the window overlooking the great fields of workers erecting monuments to the glory of Ra, glancing at the door.
"Enter," he said, bored. As the door opened, he walked to the bowl of fruit placed within his room, idly turning them over in his hands. He stopped as his guest entered. His eyes narrowed and his fingertips delved into the wet meat of the fruit he was holding, as though he longed to be holding the heart of his guest.
"Thoth," he said simply, dropping the fruit with a wet splat on the table. It spattered his robes slightly, but he did not notice. The Goua'uld Thoth nodded his head respectfully. Ba'al's gaze stayed on him, appraisingly. He was dressed in fine robes, and the host body was a healthy one. The head was shaven bald, and he allows its facial hair to frame its mouth. Ba'al glanced then at its hands.
"I see your new master doesn't trust you enough to allow you to bear a weapon," he sneered at Thoth, allowing a smile to quirk his lips. "He is wise -- once a traitor, always a traitor."
Thoth furrowed his brow at the insult.
"We both serve the same lord, Ba'al," Thoth said dangerously. "I'm sure you have no shed tears over the death of Anubis?"
"Of course not," Ba'al said, nearing Thoth, who maneuvered himself so that there was a piece of furniture between them, subtly. "Ra won my allegiance by besting my old lord. Among us, that makes him mighty, and that makes him master. But my armies were defeated, properly. Ra won my allegiance in the old way. You? You betrayed Anubis. You had a hand in his downfall, but you did not have the strength to strike that blow yourself. You are puling, and pathetic."
Thoth held up his hand then, and Ba'al stopped. He'd been moving slowly forward, his fists clenched in anger.
"Stop right there," he said. "You don't dare assault me in Ra's house. I know you lost much in that war, Ba'al. I know that you lost several worlds because of certain...strategic information I provided Lord Ra. But the new ways or so much better. Look what he has given you, Ba'al. Jaffa, to incubate the young in. Tauri, who are perfect hosts and slaves both, rather than the bestial and demeaning Unas. He has taught you to be a god, Ba'al, where you were once only a conquerer."
"Yes," Ba'al hissed, his eyes flaring dangerously white. "He has done much for me, and I am grateful. But that gratitude is reserved for him!"
With that, he kicked aside the chair that separated them, and lunged. With a flurry of brocade, Thoth fled, diving for the door. The doors slammed outward, and there was a startled oath from behind them as they impacted with someone.
Ba'al stopped his chase and drew himself into battle readiness at the doorway as Thoth stopped his flight, standing safely behind Heru-Ur, just recovering his balance from the doors slamming into him. He sniffled once, and then raised his hand to dab the slight welling of blood from his nose.
He whirled and snatched up Thoth by the front of his robes and held the bloody hand in his face.
"What is the meaning of this?" he growled dangerously. Thoth's gaze shifted nervously from Heru-Ur's enraged face to Ba'al's dangerous grin.
"For...forgive me, Lord Heru-Ur," Thoth said, trying to regain his balance and keep his feet while Heru-Ur spun them, slamming Thoth into the wall next to the door. "I was...that is, Lord Ba'al, he..."
"We were discussing our mutual past, son of Ra," Ba'al said, leaning against the doorframe and enjoying the sight of Heru-Ur's anger. Ba'al was amused -- the whelp was still young enough to experience true and actual anger, rather than using its explosiveness as a tool to intimidate.
"Kneel," Heru-Ur said, his voice low and dangerous. Thoth's eyes widened, and he glanced quickly at Ba'al, almost shame-facedly.
"Please, Lord Heru-Ur, I don't think that your father..."
"My father is not here. I am," he said, raising the weaponed hand, allowing the gold of the device that wound about his hand and wrist to glint in the later afternoon light. "Do as I say."
In his hesitation, Ba'al wondered if Thoth would rebel, but he closed his eyes instead, and slid his back along the wall, dropping into a kneeling position at Heru-Ur's feet. Ba'al almost laughed at the sight -- it was not often that one had the chance to see this sight. By the time a Goa'uld was capable of wielding this kind of fear, they were often old enough to have lost the enjoyment of humiliating others with it, craving only obedience. But this young one spoke with his father's authority, and Thoth trembled at his commands.
"Do it," Heru-Ur said, a slight smile playing at his lips, glancing at Ba'al. Ba'al furrowed his brow, curiously. Do what? This was clearly a dynamic that existed between them before this encounter, then.
"Lord Heru-Ur, please, don't..." Thoth began, but stopped when Heru-Ur slapped him. It was a light enough strike to make an echo in the stone room, but not hard enough to even leave a mark. The blow damaged the pride of the traitor far, far more, though.
"We have discussed this, little book-keeper. I am my father's son. He has warned you to obey me in everything, save betrayal of him. Now do it."
Thoth glanced again at Ba'al, hate writ in those eyes, and reached up to the heavy leather belt of Heru-Ur. Heru-Ur smiled then, glancing sidelong at Ba'al, and then nodded to Thoth. The kneeling, bald, goateed man grasped the flowing white cloth tucked into the belt and pulled it aside.
Heru-Ur's human parts were...rampant was the only way to describe them. The host chosen for the son of Ra was quite well-endowed, and the cock stood at attention now, as angry as Heru-Ur had been just a moment ago. The son of Ra chuckled, then, the chuckle of someone who is enjoying the humiliation of a lesser.
Ba'al watched as Thoth reached up and grasped the cock. It was thick enough that he couldn't close his entire hand around it. Ba'al was simultaneously disgusted and interested. His disgust was plain -- he found the frenzied rutting of the Tauri to be one of their low traits. But at the same time, he was sure that other Goa'uld must feel the same. How humiliating, then, must it be, to be forced to accede to said rutting at the hands of another?
Ba'al smiled as Thoth's grip tightened and he stroked the cock. Heru-Ur rumbled deep in his throat, then, smiling and lowering his hand to play over the smooth surface of the back of Thoth's shaven head.
"Don't let him fool you," Heru-Ur whispered throatily to Ba'al, glancing at the much older lord to gauge his reaction. "He is quite skilled at this. We've had plenty of time to teach him."
Heru-Ur matched Ba'al's sudden grin and then looked back down at Thoth, whose eyes were watching the exchange between the two of them. With a sneer, he pulled Thoth's head toward his angry, fat cock, teasing the scholar's lips with the head of it. When Thoth resisted slightly, Heru-Ur's hand flashed, grasping him by the jaw and wrenching it open. Thoth gagged as Heru-Ur plunged his cock deep into his mouth, pulling it out again, trailing a sticky thread of spittle and then ramming it fully deep into his mouth. Thoth's reaction was sudden to this: he gagged, and tears streamed from his eyes.
"Don't move," Heru-Ur snarled. "Leave it there."
Ba'al watched as Thoth squeezed his eyes shut, gathering himself to allow him the control to shift his breathing, and relax the necessary muscles to permit the thick, hard member of his lord's son to rest comfortably while plunged down his throat.
"Fascinating," mused Ba'al, with a smile.
"Oh, it gets better," whispered Heru-Ur, his voice more of a threat to Thoth than conversation with Ba'al. "Doesn't it?"
He shoved the cloth away from the front of his strong, muscled legs and leaned into Thoth, forcing his head up against the stone wall. Making sure that Ba'al could see everything, Heru-Ur withdrew his fat cock, letting the thick head of it play over Thoth's tongue before throwing himself forward, slamming his cock its full length down Thoth's gullet again. Ba'al winced slightly at the sound Thoth's head made against the stone, but there was no real pity. This was far too interesting.
Heru-Ur's face was a mask of anger, his teeth bared as his hips withdrew and slammed forward, again and again. It was only because the Goa'uld could completely control their bodies that Thoth did not choke entirely, but still he had difficulty. His hands clawed at the thick, bronzed legs of the son of Ra, digging furrows into the skin when Heru-Ur's driving cock became too forceful.
Finally, Heru-Ur pulled his cock away completely, leaving a thin stream of viscous spittle trailing down Thoth's lips, goatee and chest, as the scholar gasped for air. Heru-Ur smiled at Ba'al then, who returned the smile. Here was a unique one, thought the Lord of Canaan. Heru-Ur glanced at Ba'al's belt.
"Your blade, my lord," he said, gesturing to the fine weapon at Ba'al's side. "Might I borrow it?" Ba'al smiled then -- the whelp was trying to include Ba'al in some fashion, to include him and bring them to the level of peers, playing at sport together. But the game interested him enough that he nodded, and handed him the blade.
"My lords, please..." began Thoth, whose eyes widened when the weapon was unsheathed. Heru-Ur slapped him again, though, and smiled down at him, kneeling, trapping Thoth between the wall and the son of Ra. Heru-Ur gathered a fistful of the fine brocade robe Thoth wore and plunged the blade through it. Ba'al's eyes widened, until he saw that the blade didn't touch Thoth's skin.
With a flick of his wrist and the sound of cloth tearing, Heru-Ur lay open the robe of his father's scholar and servant. Handing Ba'al his knife, Heru-Ur smiled at Thoth's murmured protestations, and spat down on his cock, which was still quite wet from ravaging the scholar's throat seconds ago.
Then, he lifted Thoth's nicely muscled leg, forcing his back and shoulders lower on the wall. Ba'al smiled then -- the body was a healthy one, with fine, broad shoulders (though not so broad as the hosts of either Ba'al or Heru-Ur), with thin muscles and a very flat stomach. His hip bones stood out in sharp definition as Heru-Ur lifted the leg higher, placing it over his shoulder, exposing the core of his body, seemingly. The scholar's ass cheeks were smooth and pale, and Heru-Ur's hand played over them, stroking them.
Thoth shut his eyes as Heru-Ur's cock, now soaked in spit and precum, settled its head between his cheeks, splitting them open to reveal the tight pucker of the man's hole. Ba'al was fascinated. The look of dread on Thoth's face was sublime; idly, Ba'al wondered which he feared more: the pain such a penetration would entail, or the shame at having it performed before his enemy, the Lord of Canaan?
"Thoth," Heru-Ur said, his voice all silk and whispers. Thoth opened his eyes and looked at him, careful to avoid letting his gaze fall on Ba'al. "I want you to apologize to Lord Ba'al."
Ba'al nearly crowed at the request, and only his dignity prevented laughter at the look of sudden horror on Thoth's face. Oh, this one would rather not acknowledge that this is occurring before his enemy, and Heru-Ur makes the one command that will force it. Ba'al looked at Heru-Ur appraisingly. This one could be a true threat should he ever grow tired of tormenting his father's slaves.
"I...Lord Heru-Ur, please..."
"Say. It." Heru-Ur gritted his teeth and spoke in a low, dangerous whisper, pushing his hips forward. Ba'al knelt then, perhaps closer to the disgusting tangle of human flesh and juices than he wanted, but he was savoring Thoth's anguish. Heru-Ur's hand crept up, to touch the Lord of Canaan briefly, his hand fluttering across his shoulders. He made flesh to flesh contact, his hand to Ba'al's neck, the touch of a supplicant, as he gyrated his hips, and the head of his cock forced its way into Thoth's ass.
This is for you, the touch said. You are doing this, through me.
"Please..." Thoth said, looking up at Ba'al then. "Please forgive me, my lord Ba'al. I...misspoke myself. I am...aaaah, lord Heru-Ur, please...I am ashamed of my behavior here, and beg you to be merciful, to forgive my stupidity."
Ba'al smiled then.
"You are forgiven," he said, his voice low, deep and intimate. He looked over at Heru-Ur, then, and watched the lascivious smile play over the son of Ra's face.
"That was prettily spoken," Heru-Ur said, leaning back some, so that Thoth wasn't quite so shoved up against the wall, and his limbs weren't bent at painful, awkward angles. "Very prettily done. I'm proud of you, old ibis."
With that, Heru-Ur began to slowly work his cock deeper into Thoth's ass. The servant of Ra shut his eyes at the intrusion, closing them and resting his face against the cool stone of the rock. Heru-Ur spat on his cock after the first three inches, paused and then worked the rest of the large member deep into the warm, wet satin that was Thoth's nethers.
Ba'al watched in some fascination. He looked questioningly at Heru-Ur, who smiled now that he was balls-deep in the smaller man who lay forced up against the wall beneath him.
"You're still going to do this?" Ba'al asked.
"Oh, yes, my lord," Heru-Ur said, smiling down at the sight of the miserable Thoth. "His apology didn't determine whether or not he was fucked. It determined how much he'd be hurting afterwards."
Ba'al, still kneeling, intimately close to the pair, watched as Heru-Ur withdrew his cock, spat on it once more and then shoved it deep into Thoth's hole. The smaller man gasped, and reached up, holding on to Heru-Ur's shoulders, steadying himself.
The coupling was strange, thought Ba'al. The shame was still there for Thoth, but there was something else. Moments of ecstasy, he thought. The workings of the human body were perhaps not so unpleasant as all that, he allowed, watching Heru-Ur's cock drive deep into Thoth, over and over, its friction and heat flushing both of their flesh red with the exertion.
Soon, Heru-Ur was above Thoth, who was face down on the stone, his face shrouded by the remnants of his robes. Heru-Ur's strong fingers gripped Thoth's rounded ass at the hips, strong, bruising fingers that provided purchase for the powerful thrusts the son of Ra delivered into the very body of Thoth.
Then, suddenly, Heru-Ur reached down, as Ba'al rose. The hawk-god wrenched Thoth's face upwards, pulling him to his knees, his back against Heru-Ur's strong body, cock still imbedded deep in him. Heru-Ur forced Thoth to gaze upon the mocking amusement of Ba'al as the son of Ra pumped once, twice and a last time, emptying his balls in spurt after spurt of divine seed, deep within Thoth's ass.
Thoth gasped then, and Heru-Ur pushed him into the wall. Still kneeling, the hawk-god wiped his cock off with the shredded robe of Thoth that still covered the floor, and then stood, arranging his clothing. He looked up to see Ba'al close the door to his chambers, smiling.
Heru-Ur smiled as well, and glanced down at Thoth.
"Not a word to my father," he said pleasantly. "As usual."
The End