Lykas: The Great Warrior Ch. 02

The sun cast its warm glow over the sprawling training ground as I stepped onto the dusty soil, feeling the familiar thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. It was a new day, and with it came new challenges to conquer. As the great warrior, it was my duty to lead, inspire, and train my fellow warriors to become the best versions of themselves.

I glanced across the field, observing the warriors engaged in their morning drills, their bodies moving with precision and purpose. Among them, I noticed a young man standing on the outskirts, watching with wide-eyed wonder. He was fresh from training camp, his blond locks shimmering under the sun's gentle caress. His boyish features held an air of innocence, yet there was an unmistakable fire in his bright blue eyes.

Curiosity piqued, I approached the young warrior, a warm smile spreading across my face. "Welcome to the camp," I greeted him, extending a hand in greeting. "I am Lykas, the great warrior."

The young warrior's face lit up with a mix of awe and excitement as he clasped my hand. "I-I'm Marcus," he stammered, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "It's an honor to meet you, Lykas."

I sensed the raw potential within Marcus, a glimmer of determination that mirrored my own when I was his age. It was clear that he possessed the heart of a warrior, and it was my responsibility to help him unlock his true potential.

"Marcus, you've joined us at a crucial time," I said, my voice steady and reassuring. "We face challenges that will test our mettle, but I believe in you. Together, we will shape you into a formidable warrior."

I led Marcus to the training grounds, where seasoned warriors sparred with one another, their movements fluid and practiced. I watched as Marcus' eyes widened, taking in the display of skill and strength before him. The training ground became a canvas upon which the art of combat was painted, a symphony of discipline and prowess.

"Watch closely, Marcus," I said, my voice filled with a mix of pride and determination. "This is where we forge our strength, where we sharpen our skills. Are you ready to join the ranks of the warriors?"

Marcus nodded eagerly, his gaze never leaving the warriors in the midst of their intense training. "Yes, Lykas," he replied, a spark of determination igniting within his eyes. "I am ready to learn, to become the warrior I know I can be."

As the sun cast its warm rays upon us, I couldn't help but notice the toned physique of Marcus. His body spoke of dedication and discipline, his muscles defined yet lean, a testament to his training and physical prowess. It was clear that he had a foundation of strength, a testament to his commitment to fitness and preparation for the path of a warrior.

As we began our training, I observed the way his body moved, fluid and agile. His every motion displayed a natural grace, a harmony between muscle and bone. It was evident that Marcus had honed his physicality, cultivating the strength and endurance required to face the challenges that awaited him.

With each swing of the wooden practice sword, his muscles flexed and rippled under the strain. The sweat glistening on his brow only served to accentuate the contours of his physique. His determination shone through, his body a testament to the countless hours he had spent in preparation for this very moment.

Throughout our training, I could see the way his muscles responded to the demands placed upon them. His limbs moved with precision, his balance impeccable, each action a testament to his physical prowess. It was a pleasure to witness his dedication translated into the fluidity of his movements, his body a finely tuned instrument.

As the day progressed, his body adapted and grew accustomed to the rigors of combat training. The once slight tension in his muscles transformed into a harmonious coiling of strength. His shoulders squared, his stance firm and grounded, radiating a sense of confidence and readiness.

In the midst of our training, Marcus showed an unwavering commitment to pushing his physical limits. His body became a vessel through which his determination flowed, driving him to push harder, train longer, and surpass his own expectations. The transformation was remarkable, his muscles becoming more defined and sculpted with each passing moment.

I found myself admiring his physique, not only for its aesthetic appeal but also for the unspoken dedication and perseverance it represented. Marcus had molded his body into a weapon, a tool to be wielded with skill and precision in the pursuit of greatness.

As the day drew to a close and the sun began its descent, Marcus and I shared a moment of respite, our bodies glistening with sweat and our breaths steady. It was in that moment, amidst the fading light, that I marveled at the physical transformation he had undergone in just a single day.

Our bond as mentor and mentee had grown stronger, forged not only through shared experiences but also through the shared commitment to becoming the best warriors we could be. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that I had played a part in shaping the physique and fortitude of a young warrior ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

In the glow of the campfire, as we joined our comrades for a well-deserved meal, I saw Marcus's body illuminated by the dancing flames. His muscles, now slightly fatigued but still primed for action, spoke of a day well spent, a day of growth and transformation.

As I glanced at him, a smile played on my lips, knowing that Marcus's physical journey had only just begun. Together, we would continue to push boundaries, strengthen bodies, and forge the unbreakable spirit of warriors ready to face whatever the future held. As we were finishing our meal, I offered Marcus some words of encouragement.

"Marcus," I began, my voice carrying a hint of pride, "I want to commend you on your progress today. Your dedication and commitment have been truly impressive."

Marcus looked up from his plate, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of exhaustion and determination. "Thank you, Lykas," he replied, his voice laced with gratitude. "It means a lot coming from you. I couldn't have asked for a better mentor."

I chuckled softly, a sense of camaraderie filling the air between us. "Trust me, Marcus, the progress you've made is a testament to your own hard work and perseverance. You possess the spirit of a true warrior, and I have no doubt that you will continue to thrive."

I placed my hand on his inner thigh, almost under his loincloth. His smooth thigh feels good on my rough hand, and I gently caress it while maintaining eye contact with him.

Marcus's eyes gleamed with a newfound confidence, his shoulders straightening as he absorbed my words and the feelings of my hand on his body. "I'm grateful for the opportunity to learn from you," he said earnestly. "You have taught me so much in just one day, and I am eager to continue growing under your guidance."

As soon as I saw him, outside the training grounds I knew I had to have him. And after talking with him, I knew he would be an easy target. His bright blue eyes kept looking at me with wonder and amazement, with just a slight hint of lust. It wasn't the first time someone had looked at me like this, and it always ended the same way : with my dick buried deep in their ass. But something was different about this boy, when he looked at me like that, it ignited a fire in me. A passion, that was never there with the others. I was almost fully hard by just him looking at me. Tonight, I was going to have him.

"I'm going to teach you more about what it means to be a real warrior," I said as I smiled and got up.

He stayed seated, unsure of what was going to happen next. He looked up at me, asking me for guidance with his eyes without saying anything. He wanted it, but he wasn't sure yet if I wanted him too. Of course, as his senior it was my duty to take the lead. I simply nodded, and moved my head in the direction of my tent. He understood the message, got up and started walking. I followed close behind, and not soon after we were entering my quarters.

He was standing in the middle of the room, akwardly. He was holding one of his arm with the other. He was nervous, I could tell. I stood up in front him, tall and strong. Forcing him to look up to meet my eyes. We were standing very close to each other, almost touching, we could feel the heat eminating from the other's body. Then, I saw his gaze drift to my hairy chest and abs. I saw him quickly lick his lips. I smiled.

"You like a man's body?" I asked.

"Ye- yes," he timidly replied.

"You can touch if you want."

He looked up at me, as if to see if I was serious. I simply gave him a big smile, and shortly after I could feel his hand on my chest. Pressing against it, feeling the hardness of my muscle. He was playing with my hair, and counting my abs with his fingers.

"You have a true warrior's body," he said in awe.

"And you haven't seen nothing yet," I cockily grinned. "Now, let me see you."

I pushed his hands away so I could have an unobstructed view of his whole body. He has a lean body, no hair in sight. His muscles weren't very defined, but they were there nonetheless. It was a promising start. He has a very delicate skin, soft, and pale. Between my strong hands he seemed so fragile, like he could break if I applied too much pressure. It was turning me on to have this delicate and fragile little lamb in front of me, ready for the taking. Not wanting to waste more time, I ripped his loincloth off him. He instantly blushed and tried to cover his penis with his hands, but I batted them away. He was already hard, probably from the feeling of touching a real man's body. He had a small dick. Although, to be fair to him, it was probably average. But in comparaison to the monster I was still hiding, it felt small.

"As I expected, you don't have what it takes to please a warrior," I said as I grabbed his erection. "You can please a woman with this, but not a warrior."

"Sorry great warrior," he simply said, looking at his small cock, depited.

I think he thought I meant he wouldn't be able to please me tonight, but I never was interested in his dick to start with. In one fell swoop, I turned him around so that his back was now facing me. Now that's what I was interested in. His ass, those two beautiful globes which were in my reach. Like the rest of his body, they were completely hairless and pale, just like the moon. They looked so smooth and delicious, I couldn't wait to push my dick through them. I gave them a gentle little slap, which caused Marcus to twitch.

"Now this, this is a warrior pleaser," I said smacking his cheek again. I pushed my finger into his crack, to caress his little hole. When I reached it, I smiled. "But you already know that, don't you?"

Even though I was facing his back I could tell he was blushing. He knew what I meant. His hole was tight, but still a bit loose. I was sure of it, this was no virgin hole.

"So, who is the lucky guy?" I asked.

"A friend from training camp," he replied. "He would usually fuck after practice."

"And have you ever fucked him?" I said, with my thumb still rubbing his rosebud.

"No..."

"You prefer being fucked, don't you?"

"Yes great warrior."

"Good, now tell me..." I turned him around again so he could face me, and I let my loincloth drop to the floor. "Was he bigger than me?"

He audibly gasped when he saw my thick 9.5-inches dick.

"No, he wasn't even close."

"I didn't think so," I kept my finger on his hole, massaging it. "I'm going to go deeper in you than anyone's ever been."

I felt his hole twitch when I said that. Fuck, that little bitch wanted it. He wanted it bad. He was just staring at my erect cock, a big smile on his face. I grabbed his neck, and pulled him up towards my face. I pressed my lips against his, and immediately my tongue invaded his mouth. I was kissing him roughly, moving my tongue fast and hard. He was trying to kiss me back, but I kept pushing his tongue away. He quickly gave up, he understood that I was in control. I continued my assault on his mouth for a couple more minutes, still keeping my strong fingers around his neck. I pulled him to my nipple, he kissed it, sucked it and mode love to it. Then I pushed him to his knees.

He didn't waste time, and swallowed my cock. He was hungry for it, and I wasn't going to deny him. I watched him slowly working my dick down his throat. He had no problem getting all the way down. My balls rested on his chin, and every now and then I'd get a little whiff of his sweet breath, mixed with the scent of my sweaty body. He continued slurping my dick, his tongue stroking it, going in circles, sometimes sucking the tip. He took my cock deep into his throat many times, until my dick got harder than before. When I felt it starting to become uncomfortable, I shoved him away from me. He looked up at me, still swallowing, red as a tomato. He could barely talk.

"Enough!" I shouted, I went to lay on the bed. "Bring your ass here."

The idea that I controlled his body right now made me even harder. He brought his tight little ass to my face.

"Get back on that dick," I ordered. And he did.

I, myself, pushed my face into his incredibly cute hole. I went at it, ate it like it was the best meal on Earth. I made my nose tickle his hole, and pulled back to breathe in deeply. This smell, this taste... It was the most heavenly thing in the world. All my training camp men had the same aroma. An intoxicating mix of sweat and cum. His aroma was better, however. Sweaty and salty. As if he had just finished having an intense workout. I guess he did, considering he hadn't taken a bath since this morning. I pushed my tongue in his puckering hole, and he squealed. I felt his asshole contract against my tongue, and then relax once more.

"Oh god!" he moaned, I could hear the excitement in his voice.

It was driving me crazy. I was using my tongue to make circular motions inside his ass, but I wanted to fuck it. Badly. I could feel on my chest that he had already cum from the treatment I was giving him. And he was doing a good job on my dick, which I thought deserved a reward. I stopped holding myself back and, with the help of his moans which were vibrating on my dick, I exploded. Flooding his mouth with my thick cum. It was even too much, he couldn't swallow it all. So he removed his mouth from my dick and the last two shots splattered his face. He finished swallowing what was in his mouth and turned to look at me, looking for my approval. And I approved, he looked even better with my load on his face.

I relaxed, smiled and put my hands behind my hand.

"Now, get up on that dick boy," I simply said.

"Wh- What?" he asked.

"I want to watch you fuck yourself on my dick, now!"

The boy quickly complied, he positionned himself above it and held my dick in his tiny hand to position it at his entrance. He pushed just the head inside of him and a moan escaped his mouth. You could hear a mix of pleasure of pain. Slowly, he was taking more and more of me inside of him. He looked so cute doing so, focused on the tast, wincing and moaning at every movement. I could tell it was painful for him but he was determined to get all of me inside of him. He had both his hands on my hard abs, pushing against them for support. His face was looking at my cock disappearing in his tight hole. I was looking at him, my hands still behind my head, watching his tight and lean body going down on my erection. It was a hot sight.

Soon enough, I was fully inside of him. When he saw it, he instantly looked at me, a glimmer in his eyes, so proud of himself for taking all of me. He was looking at me, searching for my approval, asking me with his eyes if I was satisfied with him. And I was, he felt so tight and hot on my member. It felt like I was stretching his hole to three times its size.

"Good boy," I smirked. "Now, fuck yourself."

He started moving his hips, barely moving on my dick. Just going slightly higher then going back down. And yet, he was moaning with every move. His entire body tensed and released. Each time his hole squeezed my dick, it felt amazing. He couldn't stop moaning. And neither could I. His sexy face, my shaft in his hole. The combination was just to good. He was going faster now, still using his hands to push against my abs so he could make bigger and faster movements. It was a proper fuck now. And in just a couple of minutes, he was stroking his dick like it would give him three wishes.

"Yeah, jerk that little cock," I encouraged. "Cum for me!"

"Huuuuh, huuuh..." he moaned.

His eyes were wide open now, fixed on mine. His hole was tightening around my dick, milking it.

"Do it," I commanded.

And then he came, shooting small amount of cum onto my hairy abs. I couldn't help but be proud of him, he had fucked himself to orgasm on my dick. And yet, he couldn't meet my gaze anymore. Like he was ashamed at what he'd just done, he also had stopped working his ass on my cock. Do not be ashamed little lamb, you did very good I thought!

"Good boy, that was a good fuck," I complimented.

It seems to give him back some confidence, as he looked at me with a happy smile on his face. I don't know why, but it made me happy, and extremely horny, to bring a smile to his face. So I got up on my feet, while I was still inside of him, and pulled him closer to me so I could stick my tongue down his throat again. He quickly reacted, locking his legs above my hips and his arms around my neck. He responded to the kiss, but I was violently penetrating him with my tongue. Pushing it as far as I could, making it go all around his mouth. Then, I started fucking him again. Not sure I could say I was fucking him though as I wasn't moving my dick. I had both of my hands above his hips and I was moving him up and down on my dick. I was getting him as far as I could off my dick, not so far so my dick was out of him but close enough, and bringing him back down on it with force. He had to stop the kiss to scream, I don't know if it was a scream of pain or pleasure, probably both. But it didn't stop me, it turned me on even more. So I continued bouncing him up and down on my cock.

As he was screaming, he exposed his neck to me, so I attacked it, planting kisses and sucking on it. It would leave marks, but I didn't care, I wanted to taste all of his body. We continued to fuck like this for a while, until I got tired of it. So I threw him on the makeshift bed, he was lying on his stomach. I pushed his ass up, and his head down. His cute little hole was looking at me, begging me for more. He was not tight anymore, he was gaping from my violent assault, perfectly ready for more. I grabbed both his hands and locked them behind his back with my strong hands, he had no escape he was at my mercy. I pushed my full length inside of him, hard.

"Fuuuuck Lykas!" he moaned.

"That's right boy, say my name," I said.

"Fuck me Lykas, please fuck me!" he begged.

I complied, this time I fucked him. I was pounding him, no pity. I wanted to use his hole and I was going to. For a long time. No mercy. Every part of me was attacking his sweet spot. Moving up and down. Faster and faster. It must have been five minutes that I was slamming his ass hard. I could feel his ass contracting on my cock, over and over. It was almost hurting him but I was loving every second of it. His breathing was becoming more and more erratic. He was panting and grunting like crazy, I didn't even need to hear him moan anymore. I could feel his muscles contract, as if trying to take away my dick. That's how hot he was feeling. He was getting harder and harder. I was about to explode inside of him when he screamed, an ear piercing scream. His whole body tensed, and he threw his head back, exposing his neck to me again. His cheeks were bright red, they looked flushed. He was cumming again.