A Cumbuck's Tale Ch. 01

Nodding, Cam eagerly dropped his trousers, indicating that he wanted to be sucked. The attendant used a stick to measure up from his feet and set up some blocks under one of the round holes. Cam climbed the blocks and, finding the hole positioned perfectly, looked up for the grips. Grabbing the iron bars, he pressed his hips forward, pushing his dick through the smooth-edged, polished hole, offering his member to the Lords.

What would it feel like when a man took it in his mouth? Just the thought of a tall, golden Lord lapping his dick caused his rod to swell and lift. Cam quivered with a rush of excitement. How long until a Lord noticed how stiff his dick was, and found it to his liking? To his left, one of the men sucking on a Staubaun member slurped noisily and gagged on the huge cock he pleasured, moaning in hunger as he slid his mouth up and down that unnatural thickness and length. The room stank of men, semen and sex. Cam had hardly had his dick in the fence for a minute when he felt something hot and wet press against his shaft. Some man—an unseen, never-to-be-seen man—was kissing his rigid member. "Oh, god!" he said. Grabbing tighter to the handles for balance, he pushed his hips eagerly against the board, thrusting every inch of his throbbing boner toward that unseen man.

"Ah, yeah," he moaned as an anonymous tongue ran hotly up and down his eager shaft. He worried he might shoot his load right there, all over the Staubaun's perfect face. When the man pulled back the foreskin, baring the engorged head so that he could then lave his tongue all over and around it, Cam thought he would surely explode. This was like nothing he had ever felt before, nothing he could have dreamed. His drops of pre-excitement pumped freely as that warm undulating tongue licked every trace. His dick bunched, but the man pressed hard along the underside of his hard shaft to prevent him from shooting, continuing to kiss his dick head with big, wet slurps until Cam ground his hips and rolled his pelvis against the board. He had pumped his dick in his hand, of course, but this was so much better!

At the last moment, the man took Cam's dick in his mouth. They suck like gods, the street boy Law had said, and it was true. As he felt his prong enveloped in wet, hot, sucking flesh, Cam did come, his excited prick jerking, shooting hot cum into that Staubaun throat. Staubaun Lords thought they were so damn fine, but one had just gotten down on his knees and sucked off a brick cart boy. Cam smiled happily and pulled from the hole the moment the man, sucking his shaft to the very tip the better to get every drop of him, released his dick from those unseen Staubaun lips.

He went back to the washroom and rinsed his dick of any leavings, then went out the way he had come in. Fernel noted his look of satisfaction. "Come again," the man said, without a trace of humor. * * * *

"He's been three times this week. Lately, he washes it off, gets hard again, goes back for more. Two, three times a night. Only wants to get his dick sucked, that one. Won't put his mouth on cock hisself. Asked him about it, but he thought I was for fun. 'I'm here so's them Lords can suck me,' he says." Fernel tucked a bright green penta leaf between his back teeth, crushing it a few times before nudging the moist wad into his cheek.

"Just that?" The man Fernel faced had leaned back again into shadow after offering the leaf.

"Some of 'em think that way. Ain't tempted a bit, just there for the fun."

"But this one's special?"

Fernel grinned, his green-stained teeth gleaming in the low lantern light. "Pretty, he is. Fine-looking boy—near out his teens but not yet, an' I can see he'd clean up real nice. Good-sized dick. But he's better yet, cuz he thinks this is just a lark, see? Ain't never given it away. No man's ever had his mouth or his ass."

"You sure of that?"

"Sure of his as I am of mine. I've seen his kind before. Want their dicks pleasured, but never give out. He don't realize, see, that the men sucking him off aren't all handsome and young. He can't see them, so he don't know. Men line up to taste that fine little buck prick of his. Gets them all happy cuz he's so hard and pretty. He's hard for it, but that's because he's thinking it's a handsome Lord what's gnawing on him, not some fat merchant." He sucked on the penta leaf in his cheek and eyed the big, hard-featured blond man before him. "I tell you, Ralen, he's perfect."

"He'll be there tonight?"

"Tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Now he's got a taste for it, young buck like that won't go long without getting jacked."

* * * *

Ralen liked Kheld boys. He liked them, understood them, enjoyed them—and he fucked them. What he mostly did, however, was find them. Fernel was one of his best sources for prime young rabbits. He took the wharf scum for his word and showed up that night in Omadawn, staking out the Fence. He stayed out of sight in the Back Room, waiting to be notified if the boy arrived. That night, he did not. Ralen was there again the next night. He was a patient hunter and, like Fernel, he knew the ways of randy young Khelds hooked on the joys of getting their dicks off.

Alerted by a brace of clunks from a trip block, Ralen went to the view portal into the washroom and settled down to get a good look. He immediately lifted an eyebrow with approval. Fernel had not misled him. The boy had dark, handsome Kheld looks. Lively blue eyes, a fine straight nose above a wide, well-shaped mouth, with just a trace of young beard on his jaw. That would be removed, of course, and the unkempt hair, black as midnight itself, needed shaping. The youth had some scant body hair, but not too much, and healthy sun-kissed fair skin. A well-made boy, on the slender side but with shape and definition to his muscles from having done physical work. Ralen's cock gave a standing salute of approval and he smiled, mentally adding coin to Fernel's payment.

A secret stair from the back room led up to a gallery overlooking the entire Fence and enclosure. He could walk to whatever vantage point he wished, see any person or interaction. He kept his attention only on the new boy, watching him grab a pair of grips and insert his stiff young dick through the Fence. The lad did indeed have a fine-looking, meaty young prick, and it immediately drew the attention of a man who, much like Ralen, appeared to have been waiting for the youth. Plump and silver-haired, richly coiffed and wearing a plain but well-made robe, the man quickly glided forward from the side wall where he had been standing. He promptly stopped in front of the perky young dick. Ralen did not move into position to see the man at the wall or study his technique. Neither interested him. His only interest was the boy, the way the youth gripped the handles and thrust his loins insistently against the Fence as the man began to feast on his eager young dick. He observed the way the youth's dark head dropped back, his features softening and growing more beautiful by the thrust as he descended into ecstasy. Yes, he thought, this one seeks pleasure. Look at him, accepting it shamelessly, demanding more. A fine little rabbit! He's barely begun to provide the pleasures a Staubaun Lord can draw forth from his body.

After moving to the Staubaun side, Ralen looked down into the stall where the old man was greedily sucking the boy's prick and he smiled as he imagined for himself the moaning, humping young beauty on the other side grunting as he delivered a mouthful of creamy Kheld juice into the old cum-sucker's gobbling throat. Like Fernel, he knew the best rationale for the Fence was that it allowed lusty Kheld youths to imagine they serviced and were being serviced by handsome, horny young men like themselves, while never letting them see that the men who enjoyed their lapping young mouths and feasted on their eager little dicks were more likely to be older men like the merchant or, like Ralen, war-scarred veterans unlikely to inspire young men's dreams. The merchant, indeed, finished with a delicate swallow as the youth's depleted penis softened and withdrew. But the man remained standing where he was, dabbing his lips with a cloth and eagerly watching the hole to see if his quarry re-emerged. Remembering what Fernel had said about the young Kheld rinsing off and going back to be drained again, Ralen descended the stair.

The Staubaun side of the Fence differed in significant ways from the Kheld side. The wash area had low lighting, stalls with curtains and fine ceramic bowls cleaned after every use. No plain board floor greeted lordly feet. Patrons stepped upon rich carpets into booths heavily curtained for privacy. The surface of the Fence itself was elegantly veneered in dark, burled wood that someone, not Fernel, kept clean and polished. Ralen proceeded immediately to the merchant's booth.

"Share," he growled, pulling back the curtain and stepping in. A former soldier in the service of the King, he was taller and broader than the soft-living merchant. Though the man looked displeased, he also knew he could not prevail against this muscular newcomer and bowed his head, backing away. Minutes later, as expected, the handsome young prick reappeared, not quite as rigid as before but just as dusky and pretty. Ralen loved young Kheld dick. Though not as large as Staubaun appendages, Kheld pricks were also less grotesque—neat, compact, well-shaped mouthfuls swollen with thick hot honey. When clean, they were delicious, as were the youths attached to them. The wonderful musk of a clean Kheld prick drew him as he reached up and with two fingers tested the barrel of the boy's shaft for hardness. The skin was pleasingly smooth and fine-textured, pulled taut over a beautiful, engorged shaft already promisingly hard for having been drained just minutes before. A lusty little rabbit, then. Ralen kissed it appreciatively, then wrapped his lips around the shaft, tonguing the silken hard length that swelled for him until he heard the boy's open groan through the Fence. He pulled back and expertly slid the foreskin from the rosy crown. It was lovely to look at, plump and bell-shaped, flaring sleekly to an inviting ridge where it joined the shaft. Perfectly shaped for sucking, without any stink of uncleanliness or disease. Drops of clear fluid welled from it like nectar swelling the throat of a flower.

Ralen teased the hole from which those droplets issued and was rewarded to feel the boy thrusting his hips forward, pushing the lovely little buck dick toward him, begging him to suck. Through the fence, he heard snatches of moaning . . . "take it, goldhair . . . suck it . . . you know you want it . . ." Amused, he tarried and lazily swirled his tongue over that smooth, straining prick head, testing the boy's responses, pleased to hear the youth's loins slapping the board through which his dick pushed like a plump, rosy sweet. It was easy to envision the young Kheld's muscles straining, his muscular buttocks bunching eagerly as he sought a Staubaun mouth for his hard dick. There was but one test more.

Signaling to Fernel, Ralen waited.

* * * *

Cam had been enjoying the latest man's attention to his dick. He was surprised by how different it was . . . a harder grip and tongue, longer and more commanding licks. And then that tongue and firm masculine lips exploring his cock head and sucking his pre-cum . . . within moments, his dick was even harder than the time before. It was then that Fernel came up quickly behind him, slamming him hard against the fence and reaching between his legs. Before Cam even grasped what was happening, he felt the man lift first one testicle and then the other, pushing them expertly through the hole so that now his balls were on the other side also, nestled high and tight against his prick. Surprised, he tried to pull back, only to feel the rim of the hole cut into his balls.

"Ow! No . . . oh Lud!" he cried. But Fernel had him pressed up hard against the Fence, holding him there.

"It's time ye learned a new trick," the man growled in his ear. "Just hold still now, and enjoy it." With his face pressed to the boards, Cam could see two boys to his right and that they were looking at him with knowing, half-frightened smirks. He had seen for himself how some of the boys put their balls through the hole on their own, offering their sacs, too, to the men on the other side.

Fernel left Cam clinging to the Fence. Trapped, his testicles completely on the other side of the hole and the edge applying painful pressure if he shifted position, Cam continued to submit to the greedily sucking Lord on the other side. The pleasure was intense now, pushing him up to the edge, but not quite over. A firm, knowing finger stroked his scrotum, assessing and gently rolling his full balls. Each bit of pressure was both pleasure and pain.

"Bastard, fucking bastard—" he groaned, hanging tightly to the handles, his thighs quivering from the effort of keeping his groin pressed to the Fence. His dick felt immense, pounding! He'd never needed to spurt more than this, but every time he thought he must, something stopped him. The Lord's mouth engulfed him then, all the way to his balls. The man's tongue curled over them, catching both up and lifting them into his large hot Staubaun mouth. The wet heat enveloping him, the strong tongue massaging his shaft, nearly drove him mad . . . and still his load would not be released.

Though he panted and grunted at the waves of pleasure that coursed through his loins, Cam was not having fun.

* * * *

Ralen watched the boy's testicles get pushed one by one through the Fence and his smile grew wider. Rosy and plump, like small plums in a barely rippled sac gathered at the base of that stiff, quivering prick, they were perfection itself. A moment later, he suspected, and the boy would have already spent his pearly essence. As it was, that event could be delayed a little longer, the boy's pleasure and his own extended. Hungrily, he took the boy's dick into his mouth. All the way into his mouth.

Pressing his face all the way forward, his nose flattened against the Fence and his lips opening wide, he found the boy's balls and, using his lips to pull them forward, over his teeth, began to flick them with his tongue while at the same time swallowing the stiff young shaft with the powerful muscles of his jaws and throat. The boy was nearly screaming on the other side of the Fence—screaming with pleasure and pain as his testicles were stretched and sucked along with his young dick. Ralen milked him steadily, rhythmically, enjoying the pleasure of having a mouth full of young, succulent Kheld dick, of sucking the boy's firm balls and listening to the moans and cries that came through the board. He felt the organ in his mouth bunch and the first stream shoot into the back of his throat. This he swallowed, but he immediately released his jaw and opened wide, pulling back so he could watch the youth's final spurts. Clear white pearls gleamed as the boy's ejaculate shot up in an arc toward the ceiling. Ralen caught some in his hand and looked at it. No hint of pus or impurity. Lifting some on his finger, he tasted it and pronounced it unrefined, but capable, certainly, of being sweetened. With a disdainful smile, he wiped his hand on the boy's still stiff and captive prick, smearing him with his own juices, laughing as he listened to the protests on the other side. Like most Kheld whelps, this one wanted to be sucked clean, not deal with his mess. With the callous expertise of a hundred such encounters, Ralen pressed his thumbs under the lad's balls and popped them back to the other side, releasing him. The dick instantly followed as the boy dropped from the Fence and quickly left. But Ralan knew that he would stop to wash his well-sucked and abused member before he fled the house.

And he knew where he could find him. * * * *

Cam had never felt fear in his life until he had found his genitals trapped in the Fence with his rod down a Lord's throat and his balls held in the man's teeth. He had enjoyed knowing that he was using the sexual practices of a bunch of fey Staubaun Lords to get his dick off. This man, however, had not been pleasuring dick. The bastard had been showing Cam what he could do with Kheld dick, and that frightened him inexplicably in ways he did not like to think about. As soon as he was freed from the Fence, he stumbled to the wash room and cleaned his sore dick of the man's slobber and his own sticky slime. Without even bothering to dry, he tucked himself into his pants and belted up, leaving the house to Fernel's chuckles. "Looks like you passed the test, boy!" the man snickered, not even trying to stop him or explain.

I'm never coming back! Cam swore, and knew he never would. He would get a girl from now on, even if he had to make bricks from sunrise to sunset to get the coin to court her.

He did not see until too late the shadow that emerged from beside the porch steps. A strong arm locked about his upper torso from behind, pinning his arms and lifting him off the ground while a hand clamped a cloth over his face and forced him to inhale stinging vapors.

He plunged into darkness like falling down a well.

**My sincerest thanks go to my first editor, pryitout, who assisted with this chapter. His skills elevated my prose and his encouragement is deeply appreciated.**