[READER'S NOTE; The Warrior Realm is a mythical world of witches and warlocks. Set in no particular time period, it parallels the journey of a young barbarian (Nomad), a young magician (Liam), and a mystical minotaur (Hoof), as they search for self...]
____________________________________________________________________________ WARRIOR REALM Chapter-2/The Barbarian and the Magician Pt-1 20 year old Liam and his widowed mother "Doris" were wanderers. Liam grew up on the road, traveling with his mother from city to city with no real place to call home. They lived by doing odd jobs. Doris usually got work as a house keeper while Liam would tend the grounds or the cattle. Whenever it seemed they got too comfortable in one place, Doris would pick up and move to a new city. Liam never had any friends of his own. His mother told him as a child that his father was killed by a demon. Whenever Liam tried to ask questions or got too curious about his father, his mother would forbid him from prying. " Your father's dead! Talking about it won't bring him back!" --she'd say, ending all talk about her husband. It was during Liam's 11th birthday that he discovered he wasn't your normal everyday kid. He had wild dreams, premonitions of sorts. Sometimes they came true, some told of people and places he never knew or saw before. In addition to this, he also discovered he had latent powers (of which he could not control). Sometimes if he was too cold, he'd accidentally cause a fire by simply thinking about it. Or he'd wish for something with all his might, and suddenly it would appear (if only briefly). When Liam told his mother about his strange abilities, she made him swear to never use them. She begged him to abandon them, "for they are evil and would surely bring bad people looking for us."
Liam agreed to stop using his new powers due to his mother's fears. For the next 5 years Liam kept from using his gifts. It wasn't until he came across a magician named "the amazing Galore" that Liam re-gained interest in his abilities. Galore taught Liam pallor tricks, slight of hand magics taught to him by some of the best illusionist of his time. Liam seemed to excel quickly in magic, surpassing Galore and stealing his shows. People were delighted by Liam's unexplained tricks. For the next several years he traveled as a magician, hiding his true abilities under the guise of magic. Liam's mother became gravely ill one day, struck by a plague that killed many in a small town they visited. It was on her death bed that Doris revealed the truth about Liam's past. She explained that she wasn't really his mother, that his real mother and father were slain by an evil Warlord named Zog. Liam's father was a Sorcerer named Lord Cornelius, his mother was the queen of the nation, and they ruled it together with a fair and just hand. Zog was a Warlock, a long time rival of Liam's father. Zog obtained a powerful orb which enhanced his powers 10 fold, causing him to be even more powerful than Lord Cornelius himself. Zog slay Liam's mother while in battle with Cornelius, then while Cornelius watched his wife die a slow and painful death, Zog finished him off with a powerful blast which scattered Cornelius' bones to the four
corners of the winds. Doris (the nanny) took Liam and ran for safety, knowing that Zog would not hesitate killing him as well. "Please forgive me, Liam...., but I did what I had to do...." -said his adoptive mother as she lay dying her last breaths. "Zog would have surely destroyed your entire family's legacy had I not taken you as my own. I did what was necessary to insure you live to continue your family's heritage. Your father was a great man, a true king. And you are the rightful heir to his throne..." she
said, taking his hand. "Please forgive me for betraying you all these years... , my son." "I forgive you...., mother." -said Liam, leaning over to kiss his mother's brow. A single tear escaped Doris' eye as she closed them for the last time. In an instant she was gone. Liam felt her hand go slack, as his mother quietly passed away before his eyes. She was buried in a marked grave, and mourned by a few people that had come to know her in the time of her sickness. Liam was left with an unknown future, and no idea where to start his search. He'd never heard of the Overlord Zog. But he knew that his quest to discover his family's legacy, would end with a face off with the man that destroyed his life before it even had a chance to
begin. Pt-2 For the next several months Liam continued his travels, alone. He made money by performing magic shows and doing odd jobs for little money. Everyday he practiced on his sorcery, trying to hone the skills he knew he'd need someday to defeat the man that killed his parents and stole his rightful heritage. One night after performing a show in Krog, Liam was confronted by a group of bandits that had been watching him closely. They knew the record turnout he had for his shows, and knew he had sack full of coins in his possession. Liam was cornered as he left the showplace he performed in -unescorted. "Well, well, well..., look what we have here, men! A magician!" --said one of the men as they cut Liam off in an alley. Witnesses quickly disbursed, not wanting to get involved, "Saw your show..., I have to say, I wasn't impressed!"
--added the man. Liam stopped in his tracks. He was wearing a long hooded cape over his garments, trying to conceal his sacks underneath. "I am sorry to hear that...." -said Liam, registering how many bandits were with him in the alley. He counted eight, 4 in front, 4 in back. "Did ALL of you dislike the show?" --he asked, wondering. "Aye. Was the worse show we've seen since the dancing midgets?" --said another of the men, causing the lot of them to laugh. "Well..., I don't want to be known as a man who doesn't care what his audience likes or dislikes, so...., how's about a refund for you all?" asked Liam, reaching into his pocket to pull free 8 coins. He flipped them all to the lead man. The man caught the loose change, but was obviously not satisfied. "Surely you don't think would cover all the pain and suffering it took to sit through your boring show, do you?" asked the man, looking down at the money and then back up at Liam. The group tightened in around him. "What do you think would be efficient refund?" asked Liam, trying to negotiate. The man rubbed his stubble chin as if in thought. "We require your entire take!" he said, to the agreement of his men. "But that would leave me with nothing." --said Liam. "It will leave you with your life. Which do you want more?" asked the man, branding a large butcher knife. Liam looked around at the other men, all displaying weapons as well. "Okay. You drive a hard bargain." --said Liam, opening his cape. The men smiled, knowing an easy payday was near. But instead of handing over his hard earned money, Liam raised his hand up over his head, then brought it down fast to reveal a large cloud of gray smoke. "What the...?!" screamed the man. The group choked and panicked as the smoke rose to fill the alley in darkness. Liam used the confusion to slip by them, running as fast as he could towards the alley's end. Unfortunately the main man felt the brush of his cape as he ran by. He grabbed the cape, pulling Liam back into the alley with him. Liam wasn't known for his physical attributes, he was no match for the brute as the man roughly manhandled him, throwing him into the stone walls and ripping the cape from his body. The sacks of money fell to the ground with loud clinking sounds. The smoke cleared to show that the men had indeed stolen Liam's life's savings. But that wasn't enough. For resisting, Liam would pay dearly, with his life. "Lo...lokk....look gentlemen, you have my money...., go, please!" pleaded Liam, laying on the ground defenseless. "Too late for that, pup! You should have did what we asked when we asked it! Now you have to pay!" "Ther...there's no need for violence gentlemen....!" Pleaded Liam, crawling up against a wall. "We're no gentlemen, we're BANDITS!" yelled the lead man, grabbing Liam by his clothes as he brought the man up over head, then body slammed him into a pile of garbage. Another man kicked Liam in the ribs as yet another stomped his back. Someone ripped at his clothing, pulling his robe up to expose his hairless pale white buttock. A new idea quickly popped into the lead man's head as he felt his cock begin to rise. "Let's fuck the magician!" he yelled, getting a cheer from his merry men of bandits. They kicked Liam's legs open as the lead man pulled free his hardening cock. He spit into the palm of his hand, then stroked his dick back and forth until it was as hard as a tree stomp. Then he climbed down on top of Liam, aimed his hardon up to the dazed man's tiny hole, and rammed in. "AAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHGGGGG!!!" screamed Liam, feeling a searing pain shoot through his bottom. "Shut up and take it like a man, faggot!" yelled the man, pulling back to shove the rest of his cock up Liam's chute. Another blood curdling scream escaped Liam's lungs as the entire cock pierced his tight boy-hole to bury deep into his tightly packed gut. "Fuck the faggot!" yelled the men, standing around watching as they awaited their turns. The lead man was as much a brutal fuck as he was in attitude. He reared back with his hips until most of his fat cock slithered from Liam's squeezing rectum, then rammed back up inside with all his might, stabbing his cock deep into the magician's gut and causing him to scream again. "Yeah, scream bitch! Scream like the girl you are!" teased the fucker, pumping his hips back and forth. He fucked Liam's tight asshole hard, causing the anal walls to bleed in protest as his cock bore through the resisting ring as if it weren't there. Liam felt as if he'd pass out as the fuck got rougher with each new thrust. His asshole stretched painfully as his gut was consistently rammed. And to add insult to injury, the man kept biting Liam on his neck and shoulders, leaving
teeth marks like an animal. "Hurry up! I want a turn at the fag's butt too!" yelled one of the men, impatiently. "Wait your turn!" growled the man, fucking Liam harder. "HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP!!" yelled Liam, calling out to anyone. "No one will come boy! They're all afraid to share your fate!" laughed the man. He grabbed the back of Liam's head and mashed it down into the stale garbage to shut him up. Liam felt maggots crawling into his open mouth and nostrils as he fought to breath. The man's thrust got wilder and harder as his cock swelled, then started spewing hot ropes of angry sperm into Liam's bleeding fuck-hole. "AHHH YEEESSS!!" yelled the man in satisfaction, his cock spitting load after load deep into the squeezing rectum. Liam felt the pulsations, but was far to scared to complain. "My turn!" yelled one of the other men, his cock already out and hard for some raped ass. "You'll be fucking his dead body!" --said the man, yanking his softening cock from the red creamed hole as he branded his knife once again. He grabbed a handful of Liam's hair, then yanked his head back to expose his neck, then he raised the knife to cut off his head. "That's a bit dramatic, is it not?" asked a voice from out of nowhere. Everyone in the alley turned around to see the dark silhouette a man, pursed atop a black stallion down by the alley's end. "I mean, you've already displayed your dominance by beating up and raping the boy. Slicing off his head while your cum still lay warm in his gut is well over the top, do you think?" "Who the fuck'r you?" asked the lead man, angry to be interrupted. "Just a passing stranger who heard the screams. 8 against one, kind of uneven isn't it?" asked the man, climbing down off his stallion. The horse grunted, stomping his two front hooves as the man walked up into the light. "He's just a kid!" yelled one of the men, noticing how young the man was. "A dead kid! Kill him!" --said the man, turning his attention back to Liam. He pulled back on Liam's head, stretching his neck so it rose high and long. He reached back with his blade, ready to swing. Liam closed his eyes, hoping the slice would be painless. Suddenly he heard the man op top of him scream. He let go of Liam's hair just as the lad turned around to see him holding a bloody stub where his hand used to be. His hand holding the knife lay beside Liam, twitching as the last remnants of life left its dying nerves. "GET HIM!" yelled another man, branding a sword. An all out fight erupted as the new comer made quick work of the men in the alley. Screams could be heard as each man felt the cold steel of the stranger' s sword slice through various parts of their bodies, they fell to the ground bleeding, losing blood, losing limbs, and losing hope. Soon it was just the man left standing. He walked over to where Liam lay. The boy was in shock, having watched 8 men cut down in the blink of an eye. He looked up at the newcomer, wondering if it was his turn to die. "Are you alright?" asked the man, holding out his hand. Liam looked at it, then at the bodies surrounding him before grasping it. The man helped him to his feet. "My name is Nomad. Are you hurt?" "Ju...just my pride..." --said Liam, studying his saver's face. "I'm...I'm Liam. I'm a magician." Nomad seemed un-amused as he turned to clean off his blade before sheathing it back into its home. He bent down and picked up the 2 sacks of money. They were heavy with coins, well worth killing a man over. Liam thought Nomad was going to walk away with his treasure, but the young barbarian surprised him by tossing the sacks back at him. "I believe these are yours, no?" "Yes!" --said Liam, catching the heavy sacks awkwardly before they hit the ground. When he looked up, Nomad was already at the alley's end, about to mount his horse. "Hey! Hey, where you headed?" asked Liam, running behind him to catch up. Nomad mounted Spades (the horse). "I go east." --he said without looking down. "uh..., would you like a reward for saving me?" asked Liam, trying to keep a conversation going. "No reward is necessary." --said Nomad. "Well, those men were Imperial Guards! There's going to be a bounty out on you for killing them!" warned Liam. "They'll be looking to kill you!" "Let them try. Nomad is not afraid of death." "Not afraid of death, eh?" asked Liam, skeptically. "Then what are you afraid of?" Nomad said nothing as he looked up into the night's sky, then took off on his horse without warning or so much as a goodbye. "Wait!" yelled Liam, watching as the horse and rider rode out of sight. Out of nowhere, people began to crowd back into the streets. Onlookers crept into the alley to see the slaughter. Liam knew he'd best take his leave before more guards appeared. Pt-2 Nomad rode his horse out of the city and into the surrounding dessert forest. He galloped along, trying to get as much distance between him and the world as possible. He was still feeling the pain of losing his riding mate friend and lover, -Gordan. He rode until he found a quaint place to bed down. He dismounted his horse, allowing Spades a moment to rest. Nomad scouted the area for dangers, then collected himself some wood to build a fire. He pulled a dead rabbit from his sack, and cooked it over the open flame. Spades grazed on nearby vegetation as Nomad ripped off a piece of cooked meat and began to eat. He only got a few bites before he heard a disturbance behind him. He quickly reached for his sword, then pounced into fighting stance. "Hold it! It's just me!" yelled a voice from the dark. Nomad continued to hold his sword as Liam came into the clearing. Nomad relaxed, stabbing his sword into the ground for safe keeping and easy access if needed. "What are YOU doing here?" he asked, as the 20 year old walked up holding his gray horse by the belt. "Well, I watched you leave town, then realized the Imperial Police will be looking for me as well for the murders of their guards. So I decided to follow your trail. Maybe we can be travel buddies?" "I don't think so." --said Nomad, turning his back as he walked back towards his fire. "Why not?" asked Liam, running up behind him. "It'll be cool! With my brains and your brawn, we could go far!" "I need no partners." --said Nomad, taking a seat as he reached for another slab of meat. "How about I pay for your services? I can pay you to take me to see lord Zog! " "Lord Zog? Why would you want to see him?" asked Nomad, biting into the animal flesh. "I plan to kill him!" --said Liam. "Kill him?" asked Nomad, surprised. "YOU?" "Yes, ME!" --answered Liam, insulted. "You don't think I could?" "Lord Zog is a powerful Wizard, surrounded by a vast untold number of troops. You couldn't even defend yourself against 8 men trying to rob you!" laughed Nomad, rudely. "Fuck you!" yelled Liam, throwing his hands in the barbarian's direction. A burst of fire and explosions erupted at Nomad, causing him to jump up and take quick cover. Liam saw the over display of power, and quickly disbursed it before it got too far out of hand. By then Nomad had already gripped him up by his neck, choking him with one hand. "How did you do that?" he asked, angrily. "I...I, I told you....I'm a magician!" chocked Liam, unable to breathe. Nomad threw him to the ground on his sore bottom. "You think polar tricks will stop Zog and his army? Are you mad, magician? Do you want to die?" yelled Nomad. "Zog killed my family, took my father's kingdom, and my rightful place as Lord and Ruler! I will not rest until his bones are dust beneath my feet!" yelled Liam, emotionally. Nomad felt his skin crawl as thoughts of Gordan's bones turning to dust entered his mind. "Bold words for someone in no position to carry out such boasts! Tell me Magician, how exactly do you plan to kill Zog? He is said to be all powerful, all seeing, and all knowing! Just the mere mention of his name rings in his ears! He'll know you were coming before you ever step foot in his castle!" "That is not his castle! It belongs to my family!" yelled Liam, jumping to his feet. Nomad looked him over with a weary eye. "You'll never make it up to the gates." -insisted Nomad, returning to his fire and his meal. "That's why I need you!" --said Liam, following him. "I don't do suicide missions." --said Nomad, picking another piece of rabbit. Liam licked his lips hungrily as the barbarian bit into the cooked flesh. "You fought those bandits..., they were guards of Zog. You've already started a war against him and his men, rather you know it or not." --informed Liam. Nomad said nothing as he stared into the gleam of the fire. "Zog's men killed my family too. My mother, my father, my entire village, enslaving me and my friends when we were but children. I saw many of them die before they even reached puberty." He looked over at Liam, his face a sexy mixture of pain and anger. "Zog deserves to die, his armies have killed many and left orphans of us all! I would gladly join you in your fight, but 2 is no match against an army!" "Then we build an army of our own!" insisted Liam, feeling the heart. "And how are we to do that?" asked Nomad, skeptically. "You're crazy, magician!" he added, looking back into the fire. His face suddenly turned serious as he thought about everything he's ever loved being taken away from him. Without Gordan, without his parents, there was nothing left for him in this world. He turned back towards Liam, locking eyes. "Okay. Let's build our own army!" he agreed. Liam smiled as both men laughed aloud. "Would you mind sharing some of that rabbit?" asked Liam, his stomach growling hungrily. Nomad ripped him off a healthy piece and tossed it to him. "That meat comes with a price." --smiled Nomad, grabbing his dick through his garb. Fortunately Liam had experience with pleasing men for a price. During the journey with his mother, she often sold herself for extra change or shelter so they could eat. Most times she was able to secure the funds on her own, but sometimes the clients wasn't interested in female companionship, sometimes they preferred Liam. >From as early as he could remember, Liam had learned to satisfy men and their cardinal needs. His mother had taught him how to survive by selling whatever he had to offer. Liam learned early how to suck a man's penis, and take their huge phalluses in his tiny anus. But once his magical talents kicked in, he learned he could make more money by performing than by selling his body parts. Nomad sat back against a fallen log as Liam pulled his garb out of the way to expose his rising manhood. Nomad's cock rose to full mass as Liam licked about the head before taking over half into his mouth. Liam bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard along the shaft as he worked to please his comrade. Nomad knew the boy had experience once he felt his cock disappear down into his throat. Nomad tried to stifle a groan as Liam buried his face in his groin, the entire cock fully lodged deep within his gullet as his lips suckled against the base. "Yesss...., you will make a great companion...." Moaned Nomad, closing his eyes as he thought of Gordan the warrior bandit. Liam sucked harder, feeling the cock start to throb. Nomad's hand wandered from Liam's mop top curly hair, down across his shoulders and down to his succulent ass. Liam felt Nomad's curious fingers toy with his sore butt-hole, pushing into the numb opening which still leaked remnants of his assailant's seed. "Next time...., I promise...." --said Liam, lifting his head up off the throbbing cock. Nomad knew the magician's ass still hurt from the rape, and decided to obey his wishes by allowing his anus safe passage for tonight. Nomad lay his head back as he rested and enjoyed the feel of the man's mouth and throat along the length of his phallus. Liam sucked and slobbered until he felt Nomad's body stiffen and his cock swell. All at once he felt the explosion of semen enter his mouth, filling his oral cavity with a burst of nutty cum. Liam quickly swallowed it, then continued to suck duty bound. Nomad lay back on the ground, feeling his dick soften in the man's mouth as he cleaned off his penis with his talented mouth. In no time he was asleep, his brawny barbarian body warm by the fire with his belly full and his balls empty. Tomorrow will be the first day of their journey, a journey into the unknown to face the uncertain. Tomorrow will separate the men from the boys.