A Cumbuck's Tale Ch. 02

"I knew he would please you."

"Indeed, he does." Penargos chuckled, unfastening his cloak clasps. "Well, let's get to it. He looks hungry, and I know I am. My prong right now would do a minaret proud. Two months without a randy boy, and I turn into a rutting stag."

Cam stared at Ralen while Penargos divested himself of articles of clothing. Ralen held his gaze, his own unreadable. What thoughts were in his mind right now? That his captive had earned the Lord's approval and would get him more gold? He did not appear to feel any remorse in the least. The scent of spice oil and rich leather mingled with the tantalizing, gamey odor of male arousal as Penargos knelt before him. Cam looked at him, then, this golden man of power, fit and sleek, smelling of money.

Penargos smiled, his eyes devouring. "What a pretty boy," he said, sliding his hand along Cam's cheek, lacing his fingers into the dark, heavy hair behind his ear. Cam gasped as the Lord pulled his mouth forward and angled his own so that their lips met.

Cam groaned as those strong, masculine lips fastened hungrily on his, the Staubaun's mobile tongue invading his surprised mouth. Ralen had not kissed him or led him to expect it. Had he not been so expertly bound, he would have struggled more, but he could not move his head more than a few inches. Penargos' kiss was a branding, a possession. The Lord's tongue swept his mouth with tastes of meat and fine wine, and a searing male hunger that sent shockwaves through Cam's being. He groaned a second time, his dick swelling to full hardness between his legs as if Lord Penargos had summoned it. When the Lord broke his kiss and stood again, Cam caught sight of Ralen and thought he would die of shame. The big man had noticed his erection. A smug smile tugged at Ralen's lips.

The hot, gamey smell grew stronger and Cam swung his eyes to Penargos. The Lord now stood before him, his naked cock fully erect and ready. Cam could not help a gasp of dismay as he looked upon that member, for it was larger even than the monstrous phallus Ralen had used to instruct him. Oh, please Mother, no . . . that can't be his cock! Glancing up at the Lord standing over him, he saw the tight, eager face of a man intent on being serviced.

"Look at his fear. It's bigger than he thought it would be!" Penargos murmured in a deep tone of pleasure. He wrapped both hands into Cam's hair, holding him fast. "He'll enjoy it all the more for that."

If you fight him, he will hurt you, Ralen had said. Now that he looked upon the cold-eyed man, Cam believed it. He saw murder in the way Penargos gazed back at him, assessing his helplessness and appraising his utility. Obediently, following the silent warning staring at him from Ralen's eyes, Cam parted his lips as Penargos pushed his pelvis forward. The tip of the organ was hot and silken, engorged and very obviously eager, the foreskin already retracted past a neat pronounced helmet. As Ralen had shown him, he tentatively kissed the commanding crown with its single, pouting eye and, stifling a sob of shame, used his tongue to lap at the single drop that appeared there. The taste of that drop—hot and slippery, thick with musk—was like a nectar he had always known in his soul. They taste like heaven, Law the street boy had said, and now Cam knew why. The seductive taste coated his tongue: masculine, warm and tantalizing.

"Ever taste a Staubaun cock before, boy?" Penargos purred.

Cam had never been bespoken by a Lord before, and it shamed him deeply to be so addressed by one whose cock was poised at his mouth. "No, Lord," he answered truthfully. His breath brushed the organ so that he felt its heat.

"But it excites you. I can tell. You like it. You want it."

No, he wanted to say. I don't fancy men at all. I don't want your cock in my mouth . . . But a look at his tormentor's cruel face told him that more punishment lay in wait for that answer than another. "Yes, Lord," he whispered, mortified by the lie that was not a lie after all. "Yes, I do."



"Of course you do, cumbuck. You just needed an introduction. Your little rabbit tongue is perfect for love, soft and sweet. I like the way it feels. Open your pretty mouth."

Wishing he could die instead, Cam obeyed, his stomach turning as the engorged tip pushed past his lips. The head, round and huge, filled his mouth, a horrible invader. He had only one hope now: Ralen had said Penargos wanted only one night . . . one night of twisted pleasure. Maybe, if he pleased him the way Ralen had told him, if he licked him proper and sucked him hard and did it real good, his tormentor would be satisfied. Lots of men lost interest once they got their stones off . . .

Holding his jaw open, he fought his shame and began to use his tongue energetically, bathing the cock head in saliva, lapping at the fleshy knob as if it were a ripe, juicy plum between his lips. Drops of Staubaun cock juice welled against his tongue, salty and thrilling.

"Enjoying it, rabbit?"

Because he could not truly speak, he simply rolled his eyes upward and nodded his head up and down, which pleased Penargos well enough.

"That's a good rabbit. Now open wide."

Fighting tears, Cam nearly unhinged his jaw so that the Lord's cock could invade his mouth. Hard fingers tightened on his head, holding him fast as Penargos pushed past his teeth and tongue, deep into his throat. Alarmed, Cam tried to cry out, but only muffled protests escaped. Lord Penargos' hard cock was so thick that there was barely room in Cam's mouth for his own tongue beneath it. The monster filled his mouth and throat, blocked his airway so that he could not even breathe. And only half of it was in. Only half . . . He gained a moment's relief when Penargos slowly pulled back a few inches, allowing him to inhale a lungful of air . . . only to release it in a muffled groan as the Lord thrust his cock again deep into Cam's gaping mouth. More went in, but still not all of it.

Remembering Ralen's instructions, hoping only to make his ordeal easier, Cam breathed through his nose and began to use his tongue, his lips, opening his throat as best he could to take more of that hot member in his mouth. Every time the cock went too deep and he gagged violently, Penargos withdrew enough for him to settle and breathe, only to come at him again. His saliva flowed and he seized every opportunity to slather it over the invading mass as it moved in and out. The sweet lubricating drops were flowing freely now, coating his tongue, pooling on it. Not knowing what else to do with the growing amount of spittle and cock juice, he swallowed. His throat muscles closed and opened, the cock head advancing with that motion deep into his throat, holding a moment, then pulling back.

"That's a good buck," Penargos coaxed, richly approving. "Get used to doing that."

The drops kept coming. Shamed, Cam found a rhythm, collecting and swallowing the salty-sweet fluid, actively sucking the enormous member as Lord Penargos moved it in and out. The noise of his sucking, juicy and soft, soon filled the room.



"A delightful boy," Penargos said, looking over to Ralen as he pumped in slow, pleased strokes to Cam's efforts. "He has a talented mouth and a lively tongue. Soft and inviting. He was born to suck Staubaun cock, truly. Yes, boy, yes . . . open your throat . . . just like that . . . pleasure me well . . ."

Cam continued plying his tongue as far as he could along the underside of the monster that slid like a demon's horn past his teeth with every stroke, seeking his soft throat, entering it. He understood now why some men, including Staubauns, preferred to suck smaller, Kheld dicks. Penargos' Staubaun cock was so large he could barely breathe and his jaw felt like it would dislocate at any moment. At least the gagging, a problem at first, had gotten less. Please, Mother, he prayed to the goddess that watched over every Kheldish soul, please let him finish, let it end . . . and please let him be satisfied with this . . .

"Good little rabbit, suck the cock . . . take it deep . . . yes, like that, that's very good . . ."

The head pushed into his throat again and he swallowed, taking it in, deeper than ever before.

"I haven't had a mouth this sweet in months! Look at the little cumbuck sucking like a pup on a teat, begging for Staubaun cream," the Lord murmured, his breathing coming faster now, his hips thrusting in earnest. "I love this, the way they really want it, born little whores—suck on it, boy—beg well, and I will reward you with what you desire—"

Cam first felt the swelling of Pernagos' seed stretch his lips, then balloon in his mouth, against his tongue as the stiffening vessels within that shaft were seized by the tremble of release. Though he tried to be ready for it, still he was caught by surprise by the powerful jerking of the organ and the amount of thick, salty sweet fluid that erupted into the back of his throat. He had never dreamed there would be so much! He gagged and choked, struggling to contain the flood, to swallow as he had been told he must. Spill no drop of his seed, but take all that he gives you. Let him think you like it and he'll go easy on you. The huge cock nearly slipped from his mouth at one point, but he clamped down and sucked it back in, lapping at a second surge of juices as his throat worked to swallow the first.

"Suck it, little rabbit," Pernagos commanded, his voice dark and threatening as he held Cam's head, his fingers lacing in his hair, preventing him from pulling away. There was purpose in those fingers, something deliberate and cruel, but also appreciative and tender as the man grunted with pleasure. A third spurt of juices, less copious but no less intoxicating, occupied Cam's tongue. "Ah, Ralen, I'm in heaven. What a perfect little cocksucker! He's drinking it all! They really can't help it, you know, these Kheld boys. They so enjoy getting their first taste of Staubaun cock."

He relaxed his hold on Cam's head and Cam opened his mouth, allowing the softening penis to fall from it. The organ was still semi-erect, covered with a few lingering strands of thick fluid. The Lord commanded that Cam lick it clean, keeping his hands in Cam's hair until the Kheld youth had used his tongue again to his satisfaction. Only then did the Lord release him.

White strings of pearly semen dripped from Cam's gasping, open mouth. He looked past Penargos to Ralen, who nodded, satisfied. Whether it was Cam's performance that satisfied him, or Penargos' pleasure—or possibly the sight of Cam's abused, cum-dripping mouth—who could tell? But Ralen's lips, his damned beautiful lips, approved. He likes this, Cam knew then. He likes seeing me like this. He wished he could die right there, on the spot, for having ever thought about those lips. And why, oh why, did he have a hard dick?

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Ralen watched Penargos orally rape the bound boy and celebrated his multiple successes. The Lord had accepted his gift and already obtained pleasure enough, with more to come. Ralen's smuggling operation remained secure. Better yet, Cam had observed his warnings and orally serviced Penargos as thoroughly as other men had previously serviced him. That sight alone had brought Ralen's erection to full bore.

There was more, of course, than mere profit to be gained from Cam's ordeal. Much more. The boy would soon begin to succumb to the insidious effect of the Staubaun semen he had ingested. The semen that reached his stomach would be destroyed, but sufficient traces of that semen had already been absorbed through the linings of his mouth and esophagus. Once his body absorbed more of those highly addictive compounds from the semen Penargos would soon deposit in his virgin ass, Cam would not just want to suck Staubaun cock, he would need to suck Staubaun cock. And he would need to do it often. By having their asses filled, even unwilling boys could be converted into cum-craving cock-slaves. Fuck-taming, it was called, and Penargos adored doing it.

"Where did you find him?" Penargos asked, reclining in one of the room's two upholstered chairs as he partook of a restorative goblet of wine. The deep crimson back of the chair framed his elegant pale body. His penis, far from being completely drained, rose with amazing, ruddy resurrection from between his muscular, slightly spread legs. "A sweet-mouthed boy like that, clearly a rustic. They don't usually go for men, you know."

"This one was curious. Hard dick, no girl. Thought he'd try fencing."

"A Fence? Really? A virgin?" Penargos laughed, then snickered. "Some ratty merchant got lucky sucking that pretty dick."

"A few of them," Ralen allowed.

"Well, he was going to serve Staubaun cock, one way or another. A beauty like that would not have gone unclaimed for long." Penargos drained the cup and lustily eyed the tableau before him. "He's splendid, really, the best yet. A feast for jaded senses. In fact, that blushing bottom is calling me across the room."

Ralen saw that Penargos' erection was again at full mast. The man truly was impressive, hung like a bull, with bull-sized testicles and a bull's courtship habits. Penargos was ultimately disinterested in any of the virgin boys he penetrated. He wanted only the novelty of sexually initiating and enslaving them. He never wanted to know them nor continue the relationship in any way. And he didn't care what happened to them after. His comments to Ralen were always as near as he came to expressing interest in his victims at all. He walked over to the bench again, and positioned himself in front of Cam's face and the boy's puffy, cum-flecked lips, which he touched lightly almost as if he cared.



"Well, my pretty little cocksucker," Penargos observed. He met the glistening sheen of shame in Cam's uplifted eyes and gave a cruel laugh. "Looks like your calling has found you. No matter how much you might want to deny it to yourself, you liked that."

Ralen saw Cam hesitate, the boy's traumatized, cum-affected mind unable to deny his own confused participation. Penargos, too, was very good at what he did. Ralen watched Penargos simply put his cock to the boy's lips, which parted obediently to take the rigid member. Sobs caught in Cam's throat as his lips and tongue began to work again, stimulating the Lord's cock until it swelled to full girth. Penargos gave the boy his hard cock to suck for a minute or two, petting the boy's head and reasserting his power while enjoying the feel of the boy's tongue as it danced over his cock head. Smiling, he watched the boy suck feverishly, detecting the unschooled efforts to make him spend himself again. But of course it was futile. Penargos had broken far too many buck boys to let such ordinary ploys distract him from his purpose. He withdrew and walked around to the other end of the bench, his cock extended majestically before him.

"A virgin Kheld ass. This," he said, looking hungrily at Cam's splendidly presented bottom, "is something I have looked forward to for weeks."