tagGay MaleXaxac Brigadon & Knights of Order Ch. 02

Xaxac Brigadon & Knights of Order Ch. 02

byCandiCame©

Just want to add a disclaimer stating that this story is completely imaginary, and that all the folk portrayed therein are at least 18 years old.

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It was a good morning. I was so happy that my master had made it back and missed me that I had curled up in his chest all night. I know that the other servants were jealous that I slept in there- hell, even Marge was, as nice as she always was to me. I woke up watching the steady rise and fall of his chest just as the sun peeked through the cracks in the shade. As much as I loved the sight, my head was pounding and I needed... what? I've learned then that the powerful headaches I got every morning were from the bottles of wine that I drank, but at the time I never connected the two.

I closed my eyes and moved back under the quilt, not just to block the pain-giving light, but to allow myself the pleasure of lubrication this morning when he decided to slam my ass- I usually work pretty hard to avoid the morning ass-pounding altogether, but he had been gone for at least 3 weeks, and I had missed being together.

Lanus says that I have an overactive sex drive. He's the only person that I've ever met who's bitched about it. I wonder why.

Either way, I didn't want him to actually cum down my throat or anything, and he already had a pretty good case of morning wood, so my main objective became getting enough lube to make my morning very memorable. I started out by sucking on the head, sliding my lips fiercely over just the mushroom cap, then back again, hoping, the entire time, that he wouldn't piss in my mouth. I hate that. Thankfully, he didn't, so I went to licking up and down the shaft, prying his thighs open a little farther as I went.

I heard him murmuring and hoped that he was waking up, so I started lapping faster, then moved to his piss hole, tickling it with my tongue and teasing him. Suddenly, he grabbed my head, twisting my hair with both hands, and slammed by face down- I tried to relax as much as I could and took him all the way to the hilt. With my face buried in his gut and his balls resting on my chin, I tried my best to remember what he had taught me; to breath slowly through my nose, not to gag, to count out and swallow. The problem was I couldn't breath through my nose with it pressed into his pubes like that.

I didn't fight, I knew better, but I felt my throat retracting around his cock; I knew I was gagging. As he shook, I could see stars, my fingers and lips started to tingle. It felt amazing. My entire body seemed to dim, and the world seemed to recede as the comforting tingle replaced all other sensation. I felt the darkness embrace me, and felt my heavy eyelids falling in submission.

I woke up a few seconds later to the head of his dick rubbing furiously against my insides- there's one spot that my master knows how to rub that works magic on me. He's been able to get me to cum playing with that spot- without me even getting a hard-on! When he heard me breathing, he pushed my head back down by the vein on my neck, cutting off the blood to my brain and returning that happy woozy state that I wished I could live in.

I was laying on my stomach at this point, with my legs splayed, while he knelt behind me and pumped in a steady rhythm. I grabbed at the sheets and moaned; I could breath fine, but the blood was coming in shorter bursts and it was getting harder and harder to think. I could hear his voice as if through a fog.

"Good boy, Xac," he hissed, leaning over me to get a deeper penetration as I instinctively raised my hips to meet his thrusts, "Good boy."

My breath came in shorter gasps as I sobbed into the quilt. I wanted to nuzzle him, but the grip he had on me held me firm. I couldn't help but moan and thrust uselessly into the blanket with each of his thrusts, my cock rubbing against the soft blankets in a cocoon of friction.

"God, I've missed you, Xac!" he shrieked, losing his composure and his grip on my neck.

He buried his nails in my shoulders to keep me down, but when the blood came running back to my brain, I saw colors again. The tingling feeling died, not gradually, but all at once, and I felt as if I had been pulled back from the brink of paradise to reality- all the while unable to move my attention to anything other then how amazing it feels when he keeps a steady pace, slamming over and over into my prostate while I bucked-

I couldn't take it when I got my blood back. My senses all went into a heightened state and there was nothing I could do to keep my muscles from reacting to it. I screamed, and tried to bury my face in the blanket, but he grabbed me by the hair and refused that dignity.

"Good little whore!" he praised me, "I wanna hear you scream! Milk my-" and he trailed off into "Oooh, ooh, ooh" as I felt my ass muscles tighten around him and contract- all without any permission from me. I was screaming, he was screaming, and I felt the hot, sticky substance coating my insides. When he came, he came hard. The little pocket between my body and the sheets meant that my cock had been thrust into my own pool of cum every time he hit me, and it was beginning to get sticky.

"Good boy," he repeated as he pulled his soft member from me. I didn't want him to go, and made a disappointed mewing sound while I snuggled into him. I had missed him so badly.

"Come on," he slapped my sore ass, "Lets go take a bath."

When we went into the bathroom, I prepared his water, collected the previous night, I don't know by whom, from the well in the bath. I pumped it by the bucketful into the tub and lit a fire until it was nice and warm. I added herbal bath salts from the extensive collection that he kept. Then, we climbed inside.

While I was washing him, he made a proclamation, "Xac. I can't bear to be without you on my next outing."

I said nothing, but pressed against him in contentment.

"From now on, I'm going to be taking you with me."

"Thank you master!" I murmured, completely taken aback- I couldn't remember the last time that I had left the room.

"You're a good boy, Xac, I know that I can trust you. And," he added, turned to face me, and lifted my chin between his thumb and forefinger. As he stared deeply into my eyes, he leaned down and locked me in a passionate kiss.

I melted.

"It isn't fair of me to keep you all to myself. I don't want you just seeing clients here anymore, you're going to start gallivanting about with me!"

I had no idea what that meant, but I was happy. I threw my arms around my master's neck and embraced him again.

"Now, get ready," he instructed as I rinsed him, "You'll need to dine early, you can't hang around bullshitting with that scullery maid all morning."

"Yes master," I said, in a dream-state, still trying to imagine what the world outside of the manor was like. And then I washed myself and oiled myself, and got prepared for the day.

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