3: A Fireside History Lesson
The night is getting cooler. As high up in the mountains as The Gathering ov Shadows is located, I almost expect snow to fall, cascading down from on high in a gentle cross-hatch pattern, so cold and beautiful. It is still early in June, the summer heat not even hitting us with full force yet. A sense ov contentment falls over me as I sit by the bonfire with my mistress holding me and Naudr and one ov his lovers sitting next to us. The mead is smooth, crisp, and delicious, and flows out ov my drinking horn and down my throat flawlessly as a nectar ov the gods. The mighty band Hoest is playing an epic, Nordic hymn, glorifying ancient battles and values not easily found in the modern world. I smile to myself as I gaze into the fire, feeling its warmth and the warmth from Aura caressing me gently in the cold nightside abyss.
"How're you feeling, man?" Naudr asks, his speech slurred slightly from the mead. We've both had about four horns worth at this point, and I am feeling nice and fuzzy. I imagine he is too.
I look over at him and his lover, a small, drunken grin breaking my corpsepainted, bloodsmeared face. "Better after the mead. How about you, bro?" I ask, finding it mildly difficult to talk from the drunk that's descending upon me. Gods, I love mead. I have ever since one ov my Asatru friends back in high school introduced me to it.
He smiles and leans back, resting his head in his lover's lap. I try to remember her name. She is beautiful, her corpsepaint done down her face in elaborate tears with glistening, full, pouty lips and big, bright blue eyes. Her hair is dyed burgundy, but I can tell from her roots showing that she's originally a blonde. What is her name. . . ? I think to myself as I lean back, taking in Aura's feminine scent and loving it. Morgasm? I think that might be it.
"I'm having a good time tonight. . . ." Naudr says thoughtfully as he looks up to the center stage, watching Hoest's lead guitarist bust out a very folkish solo on his Gibson Les Paul, leading to riots and more chaos from the mosh pit. "This is the first time I've ever attended The Gathering ov Shadows."
Morgasm giggles sweetly. "I agree. I've never been here before either! It's so exciting, you know? I mean, we could be witnessing Black Metal history being made here tonight, and we're all a part ov it."
Aura smiles to herself, looking thoughtfully into the bonfire. "That's true. And plus, we get to wage a war against these Neo-Nazi scumbags for crossing my Surt!" She squeezes my arm possessively.
I laugh to myself as I look up at her. "Well, I've never been one for bigotry in the first place, mistress. And this Sulphur scumshit deserves to suffer. Not because ov what he did to me, but because all his kind deserve to feel what they make others feel for no reason other than their race or religion or whatever." I look over at Naudr and smile mischievously, raising my drinking horn to him. "Mighty hails to you, my friend, for helping me out with this problem! So the European Heritage Alliance will smear Sinistre Dimension and Sulphur online and every chance they get?"
Naudr nodded and raised his drinking horn to me in a salute. "It's a pity things can't be like they were back in the beginning ov the 1990s in Norway when the original black metal scene was still in its infancy. Church burnings, grave desecrations, murder, and all-out war on Christianity. . . . I could do with going back to our black metal roots. . . ."
I felt the icy tendrils ov nostalgia grip me as I nodded. "Maybe one day, we can return to our roots. . . ." Taking a long draught out ov my drinking horn, I smile as the drunk seemed to amplify with each sip. "I would've loved to be there, writing evil guitar riffs alongside Varg and Euronymous. . . . Go out drinking with them after helping them in Helvete. . . ."
Morgasm shifts uncomfortably as she sips her mead. "Sorry, but I'm still not too familiar with what happened back in those days. . . ."
Naudr looks up at her, a cute little drunken smirk upon his gaunt, grotesque, corpsepainted face. "Well, I'm sure you've heard ov the bands Burzum and Mayhem, right?"
Morgasm giggles. "Ov course, lover! I'm not that much ov a newbie!"
"Well, I'm sure you know then that Varg Vikernes was the sire ov Burzum, a solo project from Bergen that focused its lyrics on fantasy topics as well as Asatru beliefs and mythology. Many ov the Black Metal solo projects out now, including my project, Vende, and Surt's project, Vinterblot, owe their inspiration in part to Varg's brainchild. Meanwhile, on the other side ov the country, from the slums ov Oslo, the mastermind Euronymous had created a very different but equally focused band, called Mayhem. Unlike Burzum, Mayhem had more than one member. Euronymous was the lead guitarist, and was aided onstage by mighty Hellhammer, a god on the drums, and Necrobutcher, the bassist. Dead was their lead vocalist for three years before he killed himself by shooting himself in the head with a shotgun. Ov course, Euronymous found a way to profit from his suicide, saying that he killed himself because ov the contamination ov those who were not worthy to be a part ov the scene. It's rumored that he and Hellhammer also took his splattered brains and ate them, as well as took the shards ov Dead's shattered skull and made necklaces out ov them to give to those who were truly vital to the scene."
I smile at that. "A man after my own heart. . . ."
Taking another draught from his drinking horn, Naudr clears his throat. "Now then, Euronymous wasn't able to survive on Mayhem's revenue at the time, for they were not nearly as well-known then as they are now. He had to make ends meet, and to do that, he opened up a record shop, which he affectionately named `Helvete', or in English, Hell. He had also opened up a recording company called Deathlike Silence Productions. But, I'll get more into that later. Helvete was a record shop ov much notoriety in Oslo. Located in the slums, it was rumored that black rituals were frequently performed in its basement. And those who frequented the shop often had ties with other bands which were adopting a Black Metal focus. Many ov the popular bands you hear about today, such as Immortal, Emperor, Darkthrone, and others had first met their members in that store that Euronymous owned. And ov course, Burzum and Mayhem were sired there as well.
"Euronymous was a very shitty businessman at the time, and he only sold albums he deemed worthy to grace the unhallowed walls ov mighty Helvete. Albums such as Venom's famous album Black Metal, which sired the scene as we know it today, along with Slayer, Mercyful Fate, and even Metallica and ACDC, were all that was found there. And there were times that Helvete almost went bankrupt. However, it is because ov that shop that Black Metal in Norway gained such infamous notoriety. It was the melting pot for Black Metal culture. And it is in that location that Varg and Euronymous concocted a plan for the country to take the scene seriously. One blackened evening, Varg and Euronymous, as well as Ihsahn and Samoth from Emperor and several others, devised a plan to set the countryside aflame." Morgasm nods her pretty head, her eyes rapt with attention to Naudr's epic way ov telling a story. "On June 6, 1992, at 6 in the evening, they set out for the stave church ov Fantoft along the Norwegian countryside. No one could've suspected that what they intended to do was raze the ancient church, one ov the first to mark Christianity's invasion into Norway, completely to the ground. Lighting it on fire, they watched until it was nothing but a smoldering ruin. And Varg, being the creative genius he was, took photos ov it to use for the cover for Burzum's second album, Aske, which was released on Euronymous' record label, Deathlike Silence."
Naudr drinks again from his drinking horn, gazing intently into the roaring bonfire. I decide to take over for him in weaving this epic tale. "After Fantoft was destroyed, Varg found he enjoyed the flickering lights ov a burning stave church and declared war against anything that threatened his heathen beliefs. As the months drew by, more and more reports hit primetime news ov church burnings and thence did people start to suspect that the Black Metal culture they so mocked was behind everything. However, not only did he and his friends target the stave churches for desecration, but also ancient gravesites. Necrophilia was inherent as well.
"It wasn't til August ov 1992 that shit really hit the fan. Emperor's mighty drummer, Faust, had been a part ov most ov the church burnings to date, and his career in the Black Metal scene looked bright. Taking a break from everything, he had decided to visit his parents in Lillehammer for a couple days, as he had moved to Oslo to be closer to Black Metal's Black Circle, as the media had dubbed the clique that frequented Helvete. It also happened that Lillehammer was the site ov the '92 Olympics. So, one night, after going out for a couple pints ov beer, he walks back home to his mother's place and decides to take the long way, going through the Olympic park to check things out. And as he makes his way through the grounds, he is stopped by a man. Drunk as he was, Faust was in the mood for a fight and as the man asks him to borrow a cigarette, the man then starts hitting on him. Before long, the man tries to rape him, so Faust stabs him with the knife he had in his back pocket. He dumped the man's body in the river nearby and went home to call Varg and Euronymous about it. After the murder, Faust was glorified for bringing a new level ov infamy to the Black Circle. No one caught on that Faust was the murder and the police let it go. Seeing how Faust appeared to get off scott-free, everyone wanted to get notoriety through killing.
"Meanwhile, things between Euronymous and Varg start to sour. The deeply Satanic focus ov Euronymous' beliefs versus Varg's Asatru beliefs starts to cause fights between them. And, seeing as how Euronymous was such a shitty businessman, he hadn't paid Varg the royalties from his album Aske. Word started to spread throughout the scene that Euronymous and Varg are plotting to kill one another. Word reaches both and, Varg, wanting to neutralize it, gets his friend, a mighty Black Metal warrior named Blackthorne from the band Thorns, and drives eight hours, from Bergen to Oslo, to confront Euronymous about it. He also traveled there to discuss his contract with Deathlike Silence."
Morgasm sits there, running her delicate fingers through Naudr's hair and giving him a nice Nordic braid along his right temple, as she listens raptly to my storytelling. Taking a gulp from my mead, I look into the bonfire, picturing what happened all those years ago that I wish so deeply that I could be a part ov. "He had arrived in Oslo at 2 in the morning. Arriving at Euronymous' apartment, he pages him to let him know that he's there. Euronymous responds and tells him to come up. Telling Blackthorne to wait outside, Varg walks up the four flights ov stairs and takes his time doing so. He finally arrives at Euronymous' place and knocks on the door. Opening up and letting him in, Varg is greeted by a half-drunk Euronymous in his underwear. No one truly knows what went on in there, but not more than a half-hour later, Varg chases the drunk Euronymous out ov his apartment, stabbing him in the back with his dagger many times. As he chases the front man ov Mayhem down the stairs, he keeps stabbing him, until they land on the first floor and Varg lands the finishing blow, stabbing Euronymous in the skull so deeply that he has to knock the knife out ov it. He then has Blackthorne drive him back to Bergen, hiding in the back ov his vehicle so as not to attract any suspicion.
"And that is when the media turns the Black Metal scene into the circus everyone wants it to be. The police arrest Varg for suspicion in the murder, as well as Blackthorne. And not only that, but a big investigation is done on the Black Circle by the Norwegian government. That was when Faust got busted for murdering the homosexual in Lillehammer. Varg, meanwhile, gets found guilty for three out ov the 13 church burnings he was suspected ov, as well as the murder ov Euronymous. Afterwards, a lot ov people in the scene fall into custody, including Samoth from Emperor and some others as well. The media blew things completely out ov proportion and almost made Black Metal illegal within the country ov Norway."
I fall silent as I sit there, nestled comfortably against my mistress and her protective arms. She's had her eyes closed for some time now, though I doubt she is sleeping. "And that is all there is to tell, at least for the infancy ov Black Metal. . . ." Naudr says as an afterthought. He finishes his horn ov mead. "Think I might go get myself one final horn. You want another one, Surt?"
I drain mine, feeling nice and buzzed from the potent honey ale. "Hail, brother! Thank you!" I toss him my horn and he goes to fetch us more. I look over at Morgasm and smile drunkenly. "So how long you and Naudr been dating?"
She smiles as she stretches out some kinks in her back, arching her chest backward so as to thrust her perky breasts outward. Looking back at me, she smiles. "We've been dating for about three months now. He's such a good boyfriend!" she gushes giddily. I can tell she's pretty buzzed too.
I smile. "I'm happy for you two. My mistress and I have been together for a little over a year now." I gaze affectionately back at my lover as she leans into me, her head nodding as if in slumber.
"Wow, that's a long time, isn't it?" Morgasm says. "Are you two planning on getting married?"
"No, we don't believe in marriage. It's just a piece ov paper and a Christian ceremony. Fuck that. . . . Though, we might get an Asatru handfasting when the time comes. She gives me what I need most in my life, abuse and degradation, and at the same time, care. She's such a good mistress. . . ." I lean over to kiss her sleeping lips. An unconscious smile slowly spreads across her beautiful corpsepainted face.
Morgasm giggles at that. "You're such an interesting person, Surt! I don't think I've ever met anyone like you! If only all ov us lived closer together!"
I smile, flattered by what she just said. "Yeah, the distance between Las Vegas and Crescent City is quite a sizable one, isn't it?"
Naudr comes back and hands me my horn, then raises his in the air. I mimic his motion and we salute. "To good friends and to old times! Hail!" Both ov us pound down the mead and spend the rest ov the night talking about things that just come up out ov the blue.
My dreams came fragmented and chaotic that night after Aura and I finally made our way to our clearing to set up camp. We finally set down to bed after about five or so in the morning, with the sunlight just starting to grace the valley with its ruddy presence. I dreamed ov a great many things, from my time in high school that turned me into what I am today all the way to Sulphur last night.
I was sweaty from running during gym class, my lungs and veins filled with acid and fire and hate. It was always my worst subject, gym. I've never been the athletic type, and the psychotic, ex-marine ov a teacher must have had a shitty night, for he took it out on us, his last class ov the day. He made us run mercilessly the entire day, yelling at us who were unable to keep up with the rest ov the class. I was one ov them, unfortunately.
"Arbiter, you are the lamest excuse for frail, weak, teenaged fairies I've ever met!" the gym coach barked as I struggled to keep running, my heart beating erratically and my mouth filled with hate and contempt for the man. My lungs burned as I trudged on, barely at more than a fast walk. I didn't know how long I could keep this charade up. I was starting to get dizzy, and it would only be a matter ov time til I blacked out. Arbiter. . . . Gods I hate that name. . . . I thought to myself as I felt my legs go numb from overexertion. Arbiter was the surname ov my birth father, a worthless drunk who was always unemployed and always pushing me around and calling me pathetic.
My lungs burned ravenously as I made another lap around the quarter-mile track. I do the math and realize I've been running for two miles solid. "Keep running, Arbiter! We gotta turn you into a man before this school sets you loose into the real world! Move your ass!" the coach barked angrily. There was one other kid that was still running besides me. He was just as thin and frail as I was, with freckles and unkempt red hair. Gasping for air, he pushed his glasses up the bridge ov his nose and wiped the sweat off his brow. "Either you finish these last two laps by the time class ends or the whole class runs again next time!"
I realized that the class was almost through, probably less than ten minutes ov it remaining. That sadistic bastard. . . . I remember myself thinking as I tried to will my legs to carry me faster than what I was doing. It was my fault the class had to run so long today and the class before that as well. I saw the hateful glares everyone was giving me as I tried to move faster. And to my horror, I heard the bell sound, signaling the end ov the school day. I still hadn't finished my laps. . . .
"Good going, Arbiter!" one ov the burly jocks growled as they trudged toward the locker room. "Fucking fag. . . ." Several other classmates said similar insults as I stopped running, no longer able to sweat and in the first stages ov heat stroke. I see that the other kid is equally disappointed, slowing to a walk as he gasps for breath.
"Hit the showers, Arbiter! You fail another class period." The coach spat out his dip ov chew and walked towards his office. Gods I hate him so much, I remember myself feeling as my legs hurt from overexertion. I limped slowly to the locker room, my pride damaged and hating myself for my weakness.
The locker room was empty when I entered it. Sitting down on the bench next to my locker, I input the combination to the lock and took my gym shirt off. Looking at myself in the reflection ov the lockers, I was mostly skin and bone, with toned shoulders and arms from playing guitar for most ov my life. My ribs showed as though I hadn't eaten a good meal in years. I sighed and found myself hating the image even more. My long, blond hair fell about my shoulders as I rifled through my duffle bag for my street clothes. I hear the door open and close.
As I look up, I see one ov the athletic kids standing in my way, a scowl upon his face. "What do you want?" I ask as I looked up at him. He was a head taller than me, and his muscular body was honed from so many hours ov playing football. I think his name was Nelson, the running back or whatever the fuck they call people in his position on the school team.
He had a cocky smirk about his face. "Good going today, Arbiter. I'm sick ov you fucking the rest ov us over."
"Look, I can't help it that the psychotic coach hates me. I'm doing the best I can!" I exclaim, trying to defend myself from his jeers.
He poked me in the side hard enough to hurt me and laughed. "Look at you! I'm surprised you're even able to function with a body like that!"
"What's it to you?" I shoot back, annoyed at him making fun ov me.
"So I heard a rumor floating around that you like to get fucked in the ass. Any truth to that?"
"What?" I was stunned. I've heard people calling me gay most my life, but I was still an anal virgin. I didn't even like men, only cock.
Nelson laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. One ov my friends said he walked in on you taking it in the ass from one ov the football players here."
I was outraged. "You're friend is mistaken. I've never had anything in my ass! Fuck you!" I yell, trying to stand up against this burly meathead.
I heard more footsteps. "Hahaha, you callin' me a liar, fag?" said a voice as one ov the other football players came in. He had on a fubu jersey and smelled ov marijuana. His name was Thompson, from defense.
My veins went cold as I realized what was going to happen. I look back at Nelson. "What are you doing?"
That was when he head-butted me, splitting my forehead open and slamming me against the lockers. Stunned and helpless, my legs went weak and I collapsed to the ground, nearly blacking out as I tried to gain my senses. I felt my gym shorts get ripped off, along with my underwear. I then felt his strong hands lift me up and turn me over so I lay on the bench on my stomach, my butt pointed up into the air. Hot blood drizzled down my face from the cut in my forehead, getting in my eyes and blinding me. "Stop!" I cry as I feel his hands pin me to the bench. I then feel him spit on my anus and rub it around with his thumb and forefinger, penetrating me and lubing me up.
I hear Thompson guffaw. "Well, I'm gonna go do something else. You two lovebirds have a good time." His footsteps echo throughout the empty locker room as Nelson shoves two thick fingers inside me, stretching my anus wide. I groan as fire erupts from inside me and coursing up my spine.
And then he was inside me, his hard, thick cock tearing at my insides as though his cockflesh was made ov shattered glass. I screamed at the rough entry, arching my back and trying to fight him off. It was no use. The man was just too strong and I was just too weak. I felt his hands wrap around my throat as he thrust inside ov me, his long, hard cock pulsating inside the depths ov my stomach. "Scream again and it'll be the last thing you do, you fucking buttslut! I'll fucking kill you if you breathe a word ov this to anyone!" he whispers as his cock rips me in half from the inside out. I moan loudly in protest as he slams the side ov my head against the lockers, making me see stars.
His thrusts get rougher and more brutal as my buttfuck juices flow out ov my anus and onto the bench. I feel his cock deep inside me, a fast-paced drum crescendo massaging against my colon as it obliterates my bowels. Gods he was so big! He had to have been at least thirteen inches long and as thick around as a beer bottle! I move my hand up to my mouth and bite down on it to silence my cries as his balls slap against mine, a moist squishy sound coming from his hips pistoning his rod against my anal cavity.
It feels like I'm being torn in half. I scream through clenched teeth as I bite down on my hand and feel his long, thick cock rip my insides to shreds. And as he violates me and takes my innocence, I start to feel numb, almost as though this entire day was just a bad dream. I black out as he slaps my ass and grinds his hips against mine.
That is when I awaken, cold sweat pouring down my slender body and my eyes watery and stinging from possible tears. I look around me, the light a nice emerald green from the canopy ov the camo tent and the forest ceiling. It is midday out and the temperature is a nice, balmy 68 degrees or so. I'm naked, lying next to my mistress as she slumbers gently, her perfect breasts moving calmly from the pace ov her breath and her arms wrapped around my waist comfortingly. My torso hurts from the previous night's activities and I realize that it was just a dream.
But at the same time it wasn't just a dream. . . . It was a memory, one that I often relive in my nightmares, echoes from that horrible day so long ago. . . . I still remember the terror I felt as genuinely as though it happened not more than a couple hours ago. I remember waking up naked with his hot cum oozing out ov my ass, mixing with my blood from him raping me. I remember that other kid, the one who didn't make the time limit like me, finding me and helping me to the nurse's office. I . . . I remember it all. . . .
Aura moans gently in her sleep and squeezes more tightly to me, her naked flesh hot to the touch and her half-hard cock brushing up against the side ov my leg as she moves to wrap one leg over my waist. I sigh quietly as I lay in my tent with my mistress, feeling her arms around me and feeling protected and secure. She is much more than just the girl who dominates me. She is much more than my lover. She is my protector, the one who'll guard me and treat me like her wife til she grows tired ov me and discards me like a used condom, like everyone else in my life has. This thought saddens me as I dwell on it, wrapping my arms around her taut waist.
I inhale her delicious scent and feel her hard cock brush against my inner thigh. Looking over at my cell phone, I press one ov the buttons on the side to see what time it is. 3:19 PM, it reads. I gently kiss her slumbering lips, eliciting a slight moan from her as my hand reaches down to play with her hard, strong womanhood. I stroke it gently, feeling its velvety smoothness in my callused hands and as I do, she slowly grinds her hips against my ministrations. Gods, I want her to stay with me til my death. I want her to feel the same way about me as I do about her!
Slowly and stealthily, I snake my way down her voluptuous body, dragging my tongue down her stomach and letting it dip into her navel before continuing onward to her massive girl sword. I taste her sweat from the day's rest and it is intoxicating. Her taste is so unique and delicious that I can scarcely keep myself from waking her up and having her impale me upon her spear ov lust. I lick her shaft and run my tongue along its delicate underside while my nose inhales her musk, making me feel slightly lightheaded from it. As I slowly deep throat her, she moans and her hands reach down to entwine themselves in my thick arabesque ov platinum hair. Her eyes flutter open as she gasps in pleasure from my expert tongue doing what it does best. Looking down at me, she gives me her gorgeous smile, showing off the cute little dimples on her cheeks. "You're so good at that, aren't you my little buttslut?" I smile and nod, massaging the glans ov her monumental penis with my tonsils. She moans and grinds my face against her hips as I please her.
"I want to fuck you so badly!" she moans as she pulls my head off ov her 9-inch clittycock. I get up and straddle her, wanting her to rip my ass apart with her mighty penis. Massaging my anus with the head ov her cock and using her salty precum as lubricant, I thrust down and plant her deep inside me. She moans loudly as she pulls my hair, making me arch my back. Fire, delicious, painful fire erupts from my scintillating butt as it gets used to her cock burrowing deep inside me.
Slowly she thrusts up as I gyrate on top ov her, clenching my anus as I rise and relaxing it as I fall. I set a slow, gentle pace as I ride her, but I know she won't last long with how I'm milking her cum right out ov her cock. Gyrating my hips in a circular motion, I reach around behind me to massage my anus and her balls, making her groan and arch her back from sheer ecstasy. I feel my own hard cock leaking precum all over her gorgeous stomach as her strong womanhood finds my prostate and milks it as it enters and exits my body.
She looks up at me, her hands wrapped around my waist as they dig deep gouges into my ass. Her eyes look needy, almost vulnerable as she leans forward to kiss me on the mouth, her soft tongue dancing with mine and as we kiss, our arms and legs entwined with each other in a chaotic maelstrom ov raw lust, I feel her thrusts become more frantic and frenzied. Reaching back to finger my anus with her balls, she breaks our hot kiss to bite down on the side ov my neck. Hard enough to break the skin and as I cum from her hot cock in my backdoor, I feel her teeth tear into my flesh and draw blood, making my orgasm all the better. "FUCK ME, MY MISTRESS!!!" I cry as my cock explodes over both ov us in a sticky white mess ov pleasure.
Her hips buck against mine wildly as I feel the head ov her cock expand and tighten. And then, as she bites down hard enough to have blood gushing from out ov the corners ov her mouth, I feel it explode deep inside me, filling me to the brim with a delectable fluid warmth that brings goosebumps to my flesh. Together we are both lost in a hellish fray ov orgasmic bliss, her thrusting deep into me as her eyes roll into the back ov her head and me, gyrating my hips and arching my back as I have a second orgasm out ov sheer sensation coming from my hot butt. She cums again as I massage her balls and gyrate my hips in sync to her thrusts.
We lay there, both naked and very messy, each sweating from such a session ov sex-play. I love it when we wake up and fuck each other like that, and I have a feeling she loves it too. She runs her fingers through my hair and smiles to me. "You're such a good buttslut, aren't you?" she says after a while.
I gaze into her eyes as I listen to the shallow pace ov her breathing. "Thank you, my mistress. . . ." I whisper as I wrap my arms about her and go back to sleep.
Here ends Chapter 3. Let me know what you think at arboc969@hotmail.com! Take care and until next time, Surt