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Ever since the sex sorcerer became the Grand Sorcerer of Sarsansy he had taken a hands on approach when dealing out justice. Each week he spent one day administering justice and giving the magistrates a day off. The day was always randomly chosen so no one would know because most people did not like his brand of justice.
"Next," the Sex Sorcerer announced. A shabby looking man was dragged in to the chamber from the hall by two guards. His clohtes were tattered and torn, but beneath the filth and grim he could tell the man at least had decent features. One of the guards grabbed the man from behind and made him stand straight up.
"What is this man charged with?"
"He's accused of raping three women, your excenllency," the guard responded.
"Witnesses?"
"No," the guard shook his head.
He always asked if there were witnesses even though he didn't need them to tell if the man was guilty or not. He hopped down from his throne and walked up to the accused.
"Are you guilty?"
"No your excellency," the man said politely. "I would never rape a woman. My mother taught me better than that."
"I see," the Grand Sorcerer said. He lifted his finger and touched the man's forehead. The man jerked back, but didn't say anything.
"If you didn't rape those women tell me exactly what did happen."
The man recounted a tale of meeting each of the women or as he called them '96 wenches. He told the Grand Sorcerer he fucked each of them real good. And they wanted it, he could tell. Oh they put up a good fight, the man said. But in the end they submitted to him and he took what he wanted from them.
The Grand Sorcerer's eyes narrowed. Not only did the man rape those women he believed he had every right to do as he wished.
"You raped them and will be punished accordingly," the Grand Sorcerer announced.
The man's eyes widened in surprise, when he suddenly realized how he had related the story to the Grand Sorcerer.
"Do you know what the punishment for rape is?" the Grand Sorcerer asked.
"No your excellency," he said.
"One year in the dungeons," the Grand Sorcerer laughed. "Or you can accept being raped yourself, and go free a lot sooner."
The man's eyes went from surprise to fear to anger in only seconds.
"Do you accept your punishment?"
"NEVER," he screamed and spat in to the Grand Sorcerer's face. "Throw me in the dungeons as long as you wish."
The Grand Sorcerer wiped the spit from his face. No one had ever dared show him such disrespect. He looked back up at the man and suddenly threw his hand in to the man's face. The criminal crumpled to the ground. He looked at the guards who were clearly shocked at such a display or disrespect.
"Throw him to the streets," he Grand Sorcerer commanded.
"But...but...what about his punishment," one of the guards hesitantly asked.
"Don't worry he'll have his punishment in due time," the Grand Sorcerer said smiling.
Neither of the guards questioned him any further.
Kern awoke suddenly when a coin bounced off of his head. Startled, he bolted upright and saw throngs of people walking past him. The guards must have ditched him on side of a street. He wondered why. His eyes widened when an unimaginable thought popped in his mind. He immediately reached down to grab his crotch. He sighed in relief once he realized it was still there and in good shape. He jumped up and brushed himself off. He bent over to pick his hat up off of the ground and was suddenly thankful his ass didn't hurt. Guess he hadn't been raped, he happily thought.
After an experience like what he had just been through he decided that he needed to get laid. As he was walking toward his favorite brothel he suddenly wondered why the Grand Sorcerer hadn't punished him. Perhaps he realized he just didn't have enough proof. Or maybe he had set guards to follow him to try to catch him in the act. He had better lay low for the next couple of weeks and only use the brothels, he told himself.
After traversing half of the city he found what he was looking for '96 The Stallion's Den. The sign was cracked and hung from only rope. It had been broken like that ever since he first visited the of a brothel three years ago. The outside looked like nothing more than a large shack. The inside, however, was different story.
He opened the door and entered. Only a few men were here at this early hour. All of them alone, having a cup of ale and eating.
A serving girl popped up beside him.
"A table, good sir?" she asked.
"No thanks, is the Madam around," he responded and asked back, but he didn't have to because the plump mistress was already wobbling out.
"Well well if isn't good ole Kern," she laughed. "Haven't seen you around these parts in some time."
"I've been busy," he said with a grin.
"I can see that by the look of you. I assume you're going to need somewhere to clean up a bit before you have your way with one my ladies."
He almost blushed. He had forgotten that he must like a complete mess. No wonder someone was tossing coins at him earlier.
"Of course. I've...had a rough day," he said.
"Celia," she yelled and continued when the girl appeared "get this man a hot bath and tell Shala she'll have a visitor soon. Follow her Kern."
Kern tipped his hat at the Madam as he walked past.
An hour later he was soaking in a hot bath all cleaned up. He felt like a new man. Now he just needed some pussy to complete his day. He leaned back and almost drifted off to sleep when he heard the door open.
"Well hey there Kern, it's been a while since you been here," Shala said.
He smiled and said "yes it has, you ready for my big dick girl?"
"I'm always ready for that big dick of yours. Mmmmm I can't wait to get it inside of me. Why don'cha get out of that bath and come show me what I've been missing."
Shala immediately stripped off her clothes, and fell back on the bed. She spread her legs and started vigorously stimulating her clit.
"Oh Kern...come here baby...mama needs you," she breathed.
He stood up out of the bath and jumped out. The water ran down his slim body but he didn't bother to dry off. His hormones were raging. He wanted that pussy. He skirted over the bed and grabbed Shala by the side and flipped the wench over. He pulled across the bed until her legs had fallen over the edge and she was bent over.
Kern licked his lips as his mouth watered. It had been so long. He'd been cooped in that dungeon for two weeks while an investigation took place. He grabbed the wench's hips and was ready to fuck her cunt. That was until he realized his dick wasn't even hard. He was surprised as he looked down. It felt hard, but it wasn't. It just lay there limp and lifeless. He must be tired.
He fell to his knees and buried his face in her pussy eating it out while he waited for his cock to stiffen up.
He grabbed it, played with it and pulled on it. Nothing happened. Damn it, he thought, he started getting angry. He stood back up.
"Turn around you wench and suck my cock," he commanded.
Shala turned around and went for his dick. But in doing so he noticed the surprise on her face when she saw it limp.
This wasn't working he quickly realized. His anger was replaced by embarrassment. He felt his cheeks grow hot.
He pulled away from Shala and grabbed his trousers swiftly pulling them on.
"I'm not in the mood," he blurted out as he saw the startled look on Shala's face.
He tossed her a pouch of silvers and fled the room. He raced past the madam, who tried to speak to him, but he ignored her and continued on his way.
For three blocks he ran, not from fear, but from utter embarrassment. He doubted he'd ever use the services of the Stallion's Den again.
As he slowed to a walk he realized with a shock that he was horny. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he was this horny. His body felt like it was on fire. His hormones raged as he walked. He couldn't quite understand it, just minutes ago when he had his face buried in a beautiful pussy he wasn't the least bit horny. And now, and now he was.
He crisscrossed the streets of Sarsansy turning the wrong way three times before making it back to the The White Swan, his temporary home. His sudden and unexpected horniness kept distracting him. Twice, like a tidal wave rushing over him, it had forced him to halt his journey.
He entered the White Swan and headed toward his room. The innkeeper immediately stopped him.
"Didn't think you were coming back there Kern. Been almost two weeks since we seen you," the fat round innkeeper stated flatly. "Lucky for you I be a generous man and didn't throw your belongings out in the street."
"You'll get your money tomorrow," Kern snapped. "I've never shorted you."
"Yes yes, well I'll be looking for you tomorrow then," the innkeeper said with his crooked smile.
Just as he made his way to the stairs another wave of horniness swept over him; he buckled and fell to one knee. Within seconds the busboy, Kern thought his name was Malek, was beside him hoisting him to his feet.
"Are you alright mister?" Malek asked. "Let me help you to your room."
Kern almost started to argue, but thought better of it. He just nodded.
As the boy was walking him to his room Kern's dick sprang to life in his trousers. It felt wonderful, a relief like he had never known before.
"Here you go mister," the boy said ushering him in.
"Thank you Malek."
The boy left. Kern immediately pulled off his trousers and grabbed his dick. He laid back and imagined Shala sucking his manhood. A few seconds later his went limp and Kern sighed. What the bloody hell was wrong with him? At least he wasn't horny anymore, but he was certainly exhausted. He pulled off his shirt and decided it would be best to sleep.
Sometime during the middle of the night Kern awoke to an aching cock. It was so hard it hurt. In fact, it was so hard he didn't think he'd be able to even stand up. He grabbed his cock and started pounding it.
For some reason thoughts of Malek helping him to his room kept popping in his mind as he tried to stroke his rock hard dick. He pushed them away in favor of Shala's pink clit. Finally he got the image of Shala bending over and fingering her wet pussy to stick in his mind.
A few minutes went by and his dick went limp. He kept jerking anyway hoping it would come back to life, but alas, it didn't. He then promptly fell asleep.
For the next two days and nights no matter hard Kern tried to get off he couldn't. Oh he got hard as a rock and waves of horniness swept over him like a flash flood but no matter what he could not cum. Every time he took his manhood out to please himself it would quickly go limp as he pictured Shala taking care of him. No matter what he thought about, her sucking him, submitting to him, eating her juicy cunt, fucking her from behind, on top or her riding him '96 it just didn't matter.
During the third night he awoke in a puddle of liquid and realized he had creamed himself during his sleep. Rather than relieving him it made him sick to his stomach. He hadn't been dreaming of Shala '96 he'd been dreaming of Malek, the serving boy.
On the third night while sleeping Kern was abruptly wakened to the sound of knocking on the door. He jumped up and ran to the door. Who the hell was knocing on his door in the middle of the night?
He opened the door and was temporary blinded by an oil lamp.
"Who's there?"
"It's Malek mister Kern. The innkeeper sent me to check on you," the boy said. "Some of the guests were complaining of a lot of noise coming from your room."
"Oh," Kern said as his eyes adjusted to the bright lamp. "I must have been dreaming or something."
Kern caught the boy look down and jerk his head back up. Kern looked and saw his hard cock standing straight up. He forgot to pull his undershorts on when he went to the door. He felt his face flush red. And watched the boy's face turn red as well.
Just then the horniness unexpectantly swept over him and he fell to his knees. Malek didn't hesitate, he grabbed Kern by the arm, pulled him back up and walked him to the bed.
"Are you OK mister Kern, you seem to be having a lot of these spells lately," he said as he helped Kern lay down on the bed.
"I think...I think I'll be ok," he whispered as he lay back and closed his eyes.
"If your legs are bothering you mister Kern I can massage them," the boy said. "My mother used to massage mine when I was having growing pains, it always made me feel better."
"Sure...whatever," he responded.
Again Malek did not hesitate. Kern felt the boy climb onto the bed near his feet and place both hands on them. He worked Kern's left foot, the bottom, the top and each toe. Then he began to make his way up his leg, diligently working each muscle.
It felt good Kern thought. The built up tension in his body started to dissipate. He was still horny though, very horny in fact. A fire was raging through his body and he didn't know what would extinguish it.
Malek continued to work up Kern's left leg all the way until he reached his inner thigh where Malek's hand lightly brushed up against Kern's nut sack.
Even though it had been a light touch it still sent a shiver throughout Kern's body. His eyes fluttered from the touch. Having reached the end of Kern's left leg he began to work his was down back to his foot. And then started on the right leg.
Malek worked the right leg as carefully as he worked the left. And when he reached the end he once again brushed up against Kern's nut sack, which caused Kern's cock to jump in response.
Kern felt Malek's hands begin to move above his legs onto his hips where Malek started to massage both sides of his hips. Slowly Malek's hands moved inward massaging everything around his groin. Kern's dick jumped several more times in response.
"You're leaking," Malek announced and let out a short giggle.
"Whaaat," Kern said opening his eyes. He immediately saw what the boy was talking about. His cock was oozing pre-cum. The boy just sat there grinning while Kern's face went red again.
"S...sorry about that," Kern said reaching for a blanket to cover himself.
"It's ok mister Kern, it happens," Malek said while gently pushing Kern's hand away from the cover.
"You really know how to use those hands Malek. I feel a lot better."
"Thanks mister Kern," he said. "I know a lot of tricks to help you relax."
"Well I could definitely use a few of those. I haven't had a good night sleep since I've been back."
Kern normally would have felt awkward having this boy sit on the edge of the bed massaging him and discussing his pre-cum. But those hands had relieved his tension and their touch was very pleasant.
Malek grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and held it up.
"Do you want me to clean you up?"
"Uh...uh sure, if you want."
Malek took the handkerchief and wiped Kern's belly where the pre-cum had dribbled. Then moved the cloth to the tip of Kern's hard cock where the leaking continued. He gently wiped it away, which sent more shivers up and down Kern's whole body. His cock jumped a few times in response and Malek had to catch it.
Malek rubbed the cloth over his entire shaft and even his balls. Kern, tired of watching, finally leaned his back and closed his eyes once again.
The pleasure of Malek's cleaning was immense. He couldn't understand it. He'd fucked a hundred pussys and nothing had felt this good before.
Suddenly his eyes sprang open. What in the bloody hell was he doing? Letting another man touch his dick like this. It wasn't right, it disgusted him.
He opened his mouth and went to push the boy away when Malek stopped wiping and gripped his cock with his hand. He pulled on it and Kern simply collapsed.
Malek started to slowly slide his hand up and down over Kern's manhood.
Kern couldn't help but let out a moan even though he tried to resist.
He could feel his cock throbbing in Malek's hand. Malek must have noticed as well because he started pumping harder.
Just as Kern thought that it couldn't get any better something wet slid over his raging hard on. His eyes sprang open and he watched in a mix of horror and ecstasy as Malek swallowed his cock.
A hand job was once thing, but a blowjob was something else entirely he told himself. He opened his mouth to tell the boy to stop, but the only thing that came out was a deep moan.
And he knew that he was going to explode at any moment.
"Oh fuck, I'm going...going to cum," he barely managed to say. But that statement only seemed to motivate Malek and he began to suck faster and harder.
"Oh yes...yes...yes...dear spirits...here it comes!"
He shot long and hard in to the boy's obviously hungry mouth. Malek didn't even flinch when Kern spilled his nut. He continued to suck until Malek was for sure nothing could be left.
Finally Malek removed his mouth and wiped it off with his handkerchief.
"Well mister Kern I hope that I made you feel better," Malek sheepishly said. "I better get going, the innkeeper might be wondering where I'm at ."
And without another word the boy left the room in a hurry, leaving Kern to ponder what just happened.
He couldn't get hard when he tried to fuck Shala. Hell he couldn't even stay up when he thought of the wench. But this boy, Malek, comes in and sucks him dry.
There was no doubt the boy had sucked him off better than any woman. Of course that could be due to fact that he was just so damn horny. But whatever the reason it felt damn good. However, at the same time he was revolted at what just happened.
Hopefully, he thought, he would be able to sleep the experience off and quickly forget about it.
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