Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2004 12:25:57 -0700
From: The Satyr <the.satyr@gmail.com>
Subject: A Stag God is Born, Chapter 2 & 3

This story is (c) The Oaken Satyr, 2004

A Stag God is Born
  - A Tale of Old Gods

Chapter Two

Ashlan lay awake, his naked body curled up beneath his blankets. His
eyes were shut tight, trying to force himself to sleep. Try as he
might, he couldn't get the image of his uncle being mounted by that
orc slave. He didn't understand what was going on, or why his uncle
was angry rather than grateful, but none of that mattered right now.
Those were thoughts for the morning light, maybe.

In the dark, all he could see was that thick cock being driven deep
into his uncle's hole, again and again. Though the thought terrified
him, it also ignited something deep and primal within him. His
erection was painful between his legs.

Suddenly, light filled his room from the hallway outside as the door
was opened. Ashlan quickly squeezed his eyes shut and evened his
breathing, hoping to pretend to be asleep. The sounds of someone
walking into his room, bare feet on hard wood floor, filled his
attention -- it sounded like his uncle's tread. Darkness filled the
room again as the door closed, and his uncle crossed the distance to
Ashlan's bed. Ashlan lay there, expecting to be awakened. Instead, the
sound of heavy cloth crumpled to the floor beside his bed and the
great bulk of his uncle settled into the mattress next to him. A cold
draft prickled his bare skin as the cover was thrown back, and then
the warmth of laying next to his uncle replaced that.

Artemi slid his arm under Ashlan's head and pressed his warm body
against his nephew's. He wrapped his arm around the boy's chest and
pulled him close. Ashlan shuddered -- part in fear, part in pleasure --
as his back pressed against the well-furred strong torso of his uncle.
He shuddered again as his uncle kissed him, just behind the ear and
then whispered.

"You should never have come into my room, Ashlan."

Ashlan's eyes snapped open and he half'turned. "I'm sorry, Uncle, I didn't..."

"Shut up." His uncle's words were biting and hard as he grabbed
Ashlan's shoulder and forced him back against the mattress, pressing
his face into the blankets and maneuvering his bulk atop him, pinning
Ashlan's younger muscled form beneath his own more significant bulk.

Ashlan was suddenly aware of his uncle's erection, a hard column of
silky flesh, pressed red-hot against his ass. A tremor overtook Ashlan
and he shifted, though he wasn't sure if he was trying to get away
from him or pressing against him.

"It was unfortunate that you saw what you saw," Uncle Artemi whispered
once again, wrapping his right arm around Ashlan's neck while
caressing the boy's flank. "I'm a respected man, Ashlan. Looked up to.
But now, at least two guards know that your uncle likes to be fucked"
-- he hissed in the boys ear and punched his hips forward, pressing the
head of his cock against the boy's tender thigh flesh -- "by
greenskins. And that will never do."

His uncle shifted again, removing his left arm, the arm caressing his
hip and ass, away to something behind him while his right hand moved
up to cover Ashlan's mouth. The boy swallowed nervously and bucked
when he felt the cold cream applied to his nether regions. Too late,
he realized what was going on and tried to struggle in earnest, but
his uncle's bulk held him in place. Artemi kicked the boy's leg aside,
exposing his now-slickened asshole to the head of his cock.

"No one outside of you three and the greenskin knows this, boy. And
tonight, in order to save his own hide, the greenskin is going to kill
those two guards in a somewhat misguided escape attempt." He pressed
the head of his cock against Ashlan's tight hole.

"But I can't just casually murder my own nephew, can I? There would be
an investigation by your father, wouldn't there? So instead..." He
shoved his hips forward and Ashlan screamed into Artemi's muffling
hand as his uncles thick cock sank to the hilt in his ass, burning and
tearing.

"So instead you are my bitch, now, boy. If your father or anyone finds
out about what you saw tonight, they'll also find out about this," he
said, pulling his cock nearly entirely out of Ashlan's ass and then
sinking it back in. "The church patriarchs don't like this kind of
buggery, do they? No. So, let's keep all of this kind of thing just
among us, and we'll all be better for it."

His uncle shifted his weight over entirely on top of Ashlan, pinning
him to the mattress, his legs splayed obscenely as the massive cock
drove relentlessly into his tender ass. Artemi kept his arm around the
boy's throat, occasionally leaning in to bite deeply on Ashlan's neck
as he thrust his fat dick deeply into his nephew's ass.

Ashlan sobbed at the pain, but something else stirred within him. As
Artemi's rape began to pick up speed, and his breathing started to
come more rapidly, the boy began to push his ass back, raising his
hips as best he could to meet his uncle's thrusts. Ashlan's sobs
turned into gasps. Suddenly his uncle pulled his cock from his ass.

"No," whimpered Ashlan, turning to see his uncle rise up on his knees,
looking down at him appraisingly, the anger in his face turned to sly
lust.

"Well, well. Does little Ashlan like his uncle's cock?" Ashlan looked
away from Artemi, unable to answer. Artemi reached down and thrust his
finger into the boys obscenely widened asshole and rubbed around the
greasy insides of the boy's ass. Ashlan's whimper was met by Artemi's
chuckle.

"Say it."

"I...I can't, Uncle. I can't." Ashlan began to weep, thrusting his ass
up to meet his uncle's slightest tough, worming his way towards
Artemi's fat erection which pointed at him, angry and red.

"Say it. Now. Do you like it?" Still the boy was silent. His movements
told the truth of the situation, but the boy couldn't say it. Finally,
his own painful erection craved release in the boy's tender ass.

"Well, soon enough, then. Just not tonight." He flipped the boy over
and pressed his legs upward. Ashlan covered his face in shame as his
uncle raised his muscled thighs, hooking his feet up onto his
shoulders. He positioned his cockhead at the opening to his nephew's
ass and then threw himself forward, slamming his cock home into the
boy's tight asshole.

Both of them shuddered in pleasure. Artemi pulled his cock out and
thrust it into the boy beneath him, who rose to meet the punishing
jab. Artemi reached down and pulled his nephew's hands away from his
face, pinning them to his side and continued to fuck him, his own red,
sweating face watching the expressions on Ashlan's face.

Ashlan's need overwhelmed even the shame he felt. The cock in his ass
burned as it thrust into and out of him, the grease long ago eaten
away by the friction of the fat cock against his tight ass walls. The
tears still streamed down his face, but the pain was all but gone.

Finally, after nearly a half-hour, his uncle's thick hands gripped his
shoulders bruisingly as he shuddered once, twice, three times, his
cock spitting its seed deep into his bowels. Ashlan could feel as the
cock swelled even thicker and then spat its load into his ass and he
shuddered as a warm glow suffused his body. Artemi collapsed upon the
boy, pinning his legs into an awkwardly painful position.

Carefully, as though it hurt to do so, Artemi withdrew his cock from
the boy's tight ass, and Ashlan whimpered to feel it gone. His uncle
stood, quickly and reached down to pull on his robe.

Without a word, he turned towards the door and opened it. He paused
and looked back at the boy, who turned his head timidly to look at
Artemi.

"I'll be back, boy. You'll tell me that you want my cock before this
ends. If it ever ends." He walked out, closing the door behind him,
and Ashlan fell immediately into an exhausted sleep.

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Chapter Three

Imbru raised his head, sniffing. The stink of the guard outside of his
cell was still there, but another scent -- one he'd smelt before,
though it was slightly different now -- drew near. He peered past the
iron bars of his cell as the boy Ashlan stepped out of the gloom into
the small area of light cast by the guard's lantern. Though the two
spoke quietly, Imbru's sharp ears -- one of the many traits that made
him a great hunter in his orcish tribe -- picked up their every word.

"I...I want to see that slave," the boy said, trying to inject a tone of
authority. The guard just chuckled and waved him away. The boy
narrowed his eyes.

"I said, I want to see the orc."

"Go away, boy. The master would be very displeased if you were here."

"I don't care. I want to see him," Ashlan said and began to stride past him.

"Whoa, there," the guard said, grabbing the boy's shoulder and pulling
him back towards him. Ashlan looked up at the burly guard and glared;
in turn, the guard simply chuckled and looked him up and down
appraisingly.

"You know, boy -- I might be willing to let you talk to the greenskin,"
he said, an odd tone in his voice. Though Ashlan didn't recognize it,
Imbru had heard it often enough from this guard, when he wanted his
cock sucked by one of the slaves, or even a fellow guard who lost a
bit of gambling.

"Everyone knows what goes on 'tween you and your uncle, boy," he said,
and Ashlan pulled away from him. The guard's hand shot out again and
snatched a fistful of Ashlan's tunic, pulling him closer. "You run
now, and I'll make sure your uncle knows you were here to see this
murdering scum."

Ashlan stopped struggling and looked up at the man, fearfully. The man
smiled and waited for his reaction. The boy sighed and nodded his
head, biting his lower lip. The guard ruffled the lad's hair and
pushed him down to his knees while his other hand fumbled with his
belt and breeches.

"There's a good lad," the guard whispered to him.

Ashlan looked at the cock in front of his face, sniffing the leather,
sweat and masculine musk of the man's crotch. He glanced over at the
orc, whose face was pressed against the bars of his cage, and then
opened his mouth, taking the guard's penis into his warm mouth.

"Ahhh, that's a good boy," the guard sighed, letting his hands play
through Ashlan's hair and pumping his rapidly expanding cock into the
lad's mouth. Ashlan choked slightly and pulled his mouth off the man's
member, spitting, before reswallowing his cock.

"Ah, your uncle's a lucky, lucky man, boy," the guard purred,
continuing to drive his hard cock between the lad's lips. In short
time, he pressed his groin against Ashlan's face, thrusting his cock
deep in the boy's throat and coming with a groan. Ashlan got something
of a panicked look and then began to rapidly swallow, though some of
the viscous semen escaped the sides of his mouth and dripped down his
face. The guard pulled out and chuckled, swiping up one of the trails
of ejaculate with his rough-calloused finger and thrusting it into the
boy's mouth, who automatically sucked the juice from the finger.

"There's a good lad. Eat up. It's good for growing boys," he chuckled.
Ashlan stood and looked meaningfully at the orc in the cage. The guard
looked at him and shook his head.

"Alright. Just you be careful. Scrawny boy like you might end up
spitted on the end of that greenskin's cock. Split you in half, he
would, and don't expect me to save you -- you aren't here, remember?"
he said, taking his keys from  his belt and guiding the boy to the
cell. "Alright, you miserable pig -- back away from the door. You got
yourself a visitor, so be on your best behavior, or I'll decorate my
blade with your guts, hear? And don't be getting any ideas from our
little show there, either -- you keep that orc-cock out of sight."

The cell door creaked as the orc scuttled away, placing his back
against the damp wall of the cell. Ashlan walked in and spread his
cloak on the dirty straw on the ground and sat down, cross-legged. He
glanced up at the guard.

"Go ahead. I'll call you when I'm done talking to him."

"Alright," the guard said doubtfully. "I'm only on shift for another
two hours, and I want you gone in half that time, hear?" Ashlan nodded
and the guard closed the door, locking it.

Both of them watched the guard's back retreat, and then stared at one
another for a few breaths.

"Why are you here, cub?" the orc asked. Ashlan looked at him and
arched an eyebrow. "You look like you've got questions, yeah? And you
expect old Imbru to answer them?"

"I saw you and my uncle."

"Yeah? So? That's of concern to old Artemi, not poor Imbru, you know.
I don't care if anyone knows that your uncle likes to swing on Imbru's
cock."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why? Maybe he likes having a thick shank of meat
shoved up his bum, yeah? Maybe it feels good."

"No. That's not it. It doesn't feel good. Not to my uncle. He was in
pain. You were hurting him."

"Well, maybe he likes that. Maybe he likes the pain, the hurt. Maybe
he thinks about the burn of orc-cock tearing up his nethers."

"Its been a week, Imbru. I've had a lot of time to think about this.
My uncle doesn't..." Ashlan paused, almost flushing.

"Fuck?" the orc finished for him with a tusky grin.

"Yeah. My uncle doesn't fuck for pleasure," he said, his voice
breaking slightly. The orc narrowed his eyes, appraisingly. He nodded,
as though he understood.

"You sound like you know that firsthand, boy. Your uncle like to play
with his nephew, too?" Ashlan nodded.

"Aye. He visits me most nights. To keep me shut up, at first, but now
he wants me to tell him that I want him."

"And do you?"

"What?" Ashlan asked, somewhat confused.

"Want him. You like your uncle fucking your hole, yeah?"

Ashlan looked away, biting his lower lip.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. But that's not what we're talking about, Imbru.
We're talking about my uncle -- what he wants. Why he does what he
does. He...fucks...he fucks me because he wants to control me. His cock is
what keeps me in line, you know? He thought at first that it would be
the shame from his cock, but it's not -- it's the pleasure. He uses it
to control me."

The orc smiled. This one was a smart one, aware of the why behind
things, not just the what.

"So? What does this have to do with Imbru?" he asked, acting confused.

"Stop it. Stop pretending to be a stupid greenskin," Ashlan snapped
and the orc blinked, surprised.

"Alright. You want to know why your uncle likes having his nethers
torn up by old Imbru's crank? I'll tell you -- it's because he's
human." Ashlan leaned back and looked at the orc suspiciously. He
nodded, telling him to go on.

"The one thing that defines humans, boy, is their greed. Oh, lots of
creatures in the world want things, you see -- sex, money, food, good
beer, maybe. But humans want all of those things, and more. They want
it all -- even the stuff they think that no one would want. Your uncle
is a rich and powerful man. He could have any of the men or women who
work for him in his bed in a heartbeat. Hell, he's got his own nephew
mesmerized with his cock, yeah? So, what's the one thing that he will
never have to worry about? Going without. Violence. He'll never have
to worry about living in a small village on the edge of the Halbran
wood, worrying about the next time the great orc horde comes through.
He'll never have to worry about being raped by one of our warriors,
and so that's the very thing he wants."

The confusion and doubt was plain on the lad's face, though there was
a hint of belief -- almost as though it made sense, as strange as it
was.

"I was a warrior of the Split Hoof tribe, boy -- one of its bravest. I
fought for years, and took the finest of trophies. I raped the lesser
warriors of my tribe, so that they would share in my seed, which is my
strength, making them stronger. I raped the menfolk of my enemies that
surrendered, so that if they survived, they would be stronger, a
better challenge the next time we fought.

"When I was caught, I was notorious among your people. Your soliders
should have killed me on the spot, but they were hunting me for a
specific reason. The Ravager of Men, your tale-tellers called me,
because I spent my seed only on men and killed the women of those I
raped. This is not unknown among my tribe, among orcs, and you humans
hate that. I should have been killed, but these soldiers were paid a
powerful pile of gold to bring me back alive -- they were told that I'd
raped your uncle's boyhood friend and that he wanted me in order to
enact vengeance.

"Even now, your soldiers believe that when I am drug to his chambers,
it is to be beaten, humiliated and ravaged by your uncle's puling
strength, but it is not. It is so your uncle can know what it is like
to be pulled to the ground and forced into intercourse. It is so he
can know what it is like to be mounted like a bitch and forced to
endure the cock of a Split Hoof warrior, because it is the only way he
will ever know it," he said, leaning back and pulling his hard cock
free from his filthy loin-bindings. It was hard and dripping a clear
slime, excited from the talk and the nearness of this sweet boyflesh.
Ashlan swallowed and actually leaned forward some, getting a closer
look at the massive meat of the orcish warrior, which was nearly the
size of a baby's arm.

"That is why," Imbru said, shoving his cock back into his loincloths.
"That is why I am still alive, and as long as I keep doing what he
wants, giving him what he wants, pretending to do terrible things to
him while the violence makes him cum in his breeches without ever
being touched, I remain alive."

"I...can I..." the boy mumbled and the orc snickered.

"No. I won't fuck ye. Too risky, and besides, I'd tear you up, and get
myself spit on that fucking guard's blunt excuse for a sword. Besides,
you're uncle wouldn't like that one bit. Unless my life is at stake or
I'm in control, I don't pass my seed on to anyone. You don't deserve
my strength, boy."

Ashlan stood and, still looking at the orc, called to the guard. He
left, barely aware of the guard's pat on his ass and a promise that
the next time he wanted to visit the orc, all he had to do was come
down while he was on duty -- but that he should grease up his arse
first.

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As usual, comments and feedback greatly welcomed. Thanks to all those
who commented on the first chapter, and hope to hear from you guys
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Regards,
The Satyr
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