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In the Land of Arborea	By : Sweetsong22 Category: +S through Z > Tera Online Views: 6240 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 2
- 3
Ulrikk - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfFAovN4kOs
Bartram - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zREHa2Beoj4&feature=channel&list=UL
Traviis - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPmucS5g7ug&feature=channel&list=UL
Grannger - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRwaD1Snb84&feature=channel&list=UL

Chapter 2
          The sleeping quarters within Herald Fort were separated for the individual classes. Therefore the archers slept in a sky bunk located on the top floor, the berserkers in the basement near the furnaces and so forth. Sectioned off partitions allowed for some privacy in the large sleeping area, but it was never lost on anyone when an archer had brought a sexual partner over. No matter how quiet they tried to be, everyone within the room would know they were having sex. Tristtan was grateful that none of his forays ever took place in this bunk. He supposed it was an added perk being the lover of someone who had their own private quarters within the fort.
          It was perhaps close to midnight and Tristtan had begun to think that Luceus would not send for him at all. He had already cleaned his bow and checked his arrows for repairs several times over before finally setting them aside. He was still fully dressed and soon began to contemplate perhaps removing his tunic and trying to get some sleep. Trying, being the operative word, for he knew he would not sleep much this night regardless. He'd gone over in his head several times what he was going to say to Luceus. Once he thought he'd had it right, an hour later he'd re-think that decision to go with something else. It didn't help that usually Luceus would have already sent for him at least four hours ago. He had overheard the General's conversation with Brie earlier that had indicated at least one dignitary was present in the fort. But Tristtan couldn't imagine that this was the sole cause of Luceus' delay.
          The High Elf sighed and began to remove his boots, it was at that moment that another archer Tristtan recognized entered the bunk and headed in his direction. "Traviis," He stated when the dark-haired human male was close enough to hear.
          Traviis grinned at Tristtan appreciatively. "You may want to put those back on." He indicated Tristtan's boots. "You've been summoned."
          "At this hour," Tristtan couldn't help the bitter comment. He was upset that Luceus had kept him waiting this long. Yes, he was a General who had many duties, yet Tristtan couldn't help feeling that he may have done it on purpose.
          Traviis chuckled at him. "Care to issue a complaint?"
          Tristtan sighed and shook his head. He should have been put at ease by his fellow archer's jovial mood. But not tonight. He put his boots back on before following Traviis from the bunk. To Tristtan's dismay, when they arrived at the General's quarters that was equipped with a balcony view, Luceus was not there as yet. Tristtan turned to Traviis with a puzzled expression on his face. "Where is he?"
          "I'd left him in the conference room. When he told me to get you I figured he'd be here by now. Perhaps he was delayed." Traviis shrugged. "Well, make yourself at home, I'm sure you're used to that by now." He winked at Tristtan before seeing himself out.
          Tristtan let out an exasperated sigh before finding the comfortable burgundy couch located in the living area and having a seat. He supposed he should be used to this by now but the audacity of Luceus' actions sometimes left him almost gagging. As if he hadn't been waiting long enough and already psyched himself up over what he was going to say, he was now given more time to go over the already jumbled thoughts in his head and he didn't see it as a blessing.
          On previous nights in the past when the General summoned him, he'd arrive to find Luceus either half dressed or completely naked patiently awaiting him in order to begin the night's sexual escapades. Tristtan supposed he should be grateful that Luceus was not awaiting him in the nude, or else he'd have a difficult time having that talk he knew they desperately needed. Nevertheless, he was determined to discuss their future tonight, in an intelligent manner like two equal minded individuals. Tristtan was forced to wait a full twenty minutes before Luceus finally entered his quarters. He noted instantly that the Castanic male was still wearing the same attire from earlier that the day as well.
          Tristtan came to his feet and took a deep breath as he prepared his first sentence in his mind. At least this one was easy.
          "We need to talk." Tristtan felt a lump form in his throat that seemed to temporarily block off the other sentence that should have followed. It was at that moment that he noticed the sheen of lust in Luceus' golden stare perhaps a tad bit late. When the General closed the distance between them in four long, powerful strides and was immediately slanting a bruising kiss across his lips, Tristtan got an idea as to his current mood.   As he was crushed against Luceus' powerful body, he could feel the bulge of the General's cock pressed against him. They had not fucked since the wee hours of the previous morning, but Tristtan thought that their foray in the barracks that afternoon at least counted for something. He was genuinely taken aback in the face of Luceus' fierce passion. When he felt his tunic being ripped off him, he began to panic. Clearly Luceus must not have heard him the first time since he seemed to be ignoring him. Tristtan had no intentions of sleeping with him before they had their talk.
          Placing his hands firmly against the exposed parts of Luceus' chest, Tristtan pushed until he'd managed to separate their lips. "Did you not hear me? I said I have something we need to discuss." A small 'oof' escaped his lips when he was suddenly slammed horizontally upon the couch as Luceus' powerful hands made short work of his pants and boots, removing them both in a single yank. For the first time Tristtan became alarmed, especially when the man soon settled himself between the High Elf's spread thighs. Luceus was blatantly ignoring him. He'd done so the first time they'd had sex in the public banquet hall. However, Tristtan's protests had died quickly in his throat once he'd been exposed to the most unimaginable ecstasy.
          But this situation was clearly different. They'd now known each other for months and Luceus had never treated Tristtan like this before. He soon noted the General's cock in his still ungloved hands as he rubbed a pearly drop of pre-come around the tip coating it for lubrication. Tristtan made one last attempt to put a stop to their coming together. He didn't want sex to be a part of this conversation, but Luceus was hardly giving him a choice. "Luceus stop! Please I need to talk to you. I -- ugh!" His words cut off as Luceus buried his cock in him balls deep. He felt when the General stilled his movements before grasping a fist full of Tristan's honey blond hair almost painfully tight, he tilted the smaller male's head upward.
          "So -- talk."
          Luceus' voice was deep and raspy and it made Tristtan wonder just what was wrong with the General? The manner in which he was taking him was almost reminiscent of rape. "Luceus please... I --" A sharp moan escaped his lips as the General began to move within him, deep pounding strokes as he rolled his hips causing his cock to press against Tristtan's inner walls with blatant abandon.
          "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you." Luceus lowered his head to Tristtan's exposed right nipple. His tongue quickly rolled across the tip causing it to pucker instantly. He then sucked it between his lips and nipped it to create a most exquisite sensation. He removed his head from the nipple briefly to gaze at the sexual haze that had come over his lover's adorable face. "Really, Tristtan -- you should work on a better way of expressing yourself. I've been listening for the past few minutes." His lips now pursued the left nipple to repeat the process. The only sounds forthcoming of the boy were pants and loud gasps.
          Suddenly, Luceus raised his head from his lovers' pink, titillating flesh before pulling completely out of him. He then used his upper body strength to flip Tristtan on his stomach. Seeing the exposed firm, pale mounds of Tristtan's ass prompted him to once again immediately enter him. He spread himself across the boy's torso, ignoring the fact that the metallic parts of his attire were pressing into Tristtan's bare flesh. He nibbled on one of the High Elf's pointed ears as he thrust his cock home. His hands were not idle, as they slid beneath Tristan to once again fondle his rock hard nipples. They were so sensitive, and Luceus remembered that he'd once made Tristtan come simply by touching them.
          Luceus had not had a stellar night. As the Federation had ordered him to send many of his troops on what he considered a suicide mission. He'd argued his point with the Baraka tribune for as long as he could before finally giving up. He'd hoped to return to his quarters to find a willing consort awaiting him. Instead he'd found the Mr. No Nonsense Tristtan. After having such a heavy day and night, he didn't want to have to deal with such matters during his personal time. He hoped the younger male would forgive him for using his sexuality against him. But he knew first hand that Tristtan's passion matched his own, or he would not have kept him around for so long.
          A low moan escaped Luceus' lips as he felt his release build in him. His thrusts landed repeatedly in a static fashion. When he suddenly stilled his movements and moved to place a lone kiss on the nape of Tristtan's bare neck, he knew he'd have to apologize for taking the boy so callously. But that was for later, right now he would allow them to both find their release. He returned to a kneeling position and grabbed hold of Tristtan's hips before pounding away at his exposed ass for several more minutes. And before long, he felt his cock erupting within the tight confines of Tristtan's sweet heat. He watched as the boy collapsed upon the couch panting, as he too leaned over him but not completely atop him in order to avoid lying his full weight upon him. He swiped at the damp blond tendrils at Tristtan's nape in order to nibble against the flesh there. His movements suddenly stilled when he heard a definite sob escape the boy beneath him.
          Luceus raised up on all fours before promptly flipping Tristtan upon his back once more. The High Elf had flung and arm over his face to cover his eyes.   Luceus had grown concerned that he'd somehow seriously hurt the younger male during their non-to-gentle fuck session. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he noted the damp spot on the couch which indicated that Tristtan had indeed found his release. But this also left him confused. He thought it best to put words to the problem rather than suppositions. "Did I hurt you?"
          Another sob escaped Tristtan's lips as he fought to control his emotions but realized he was failing horribly. The big oaf may not have hurt him physically, but emotionally he may as well have gutted him and left him to bleed out. "You -- you never listen to me." His voice was a bare whisper.
          Luceus got to his feet and quickly adjusted his pants. He gazed at Tristtan with a calm he did not feel as the boy came to a sitting position and finally removed his hand from his eyes. Luceus felt a twinge of guilt when he noticed they were red rimmed and full of tears. So, he wasn't faking it. But a part of Luceus already knew that. Tristtan was not the type to play games, this was the most honest relationship the General had been in for years. However, Luceus still felt the need to be stern with him, for after all, the High Elf was a soldier in his army, at least for the time being. Luceus had already made his feelings clear on that, but apparently Tristtan wasn't having it.
          "You prove yet again my beliefs, that you are not ready for Dawn territory."
          Tristtan wiped his tears before shaking his head. "You want me to be relieved of duty so that I can remain at your side as your consort. Well if this is the way you treat your consort then I'd rather be your whore. For at least then I'd know exactly what to expect."
          Luceus would be lying if he'd said he didn't feel anything in response to Tristtan's words. However, a part of him still believed the boy was being unreasonable. He only wanted to protect him from the horrors of war. Luceus had been at this position for over ten years and had witnessed many of those horrors. "What is it you want Tristtan? For me to send you into battle where you may be killed? Then I'll travel to Allemantheia to explain to your parents why their son is now dead when I had the opportunity to keep him safe. Almost all of my soldiers do not receive that luxury."
          "Stop making this to be all about me -- like I'm special when I feel anything but!" Tristtan had pulled his knees up to his chest to offer some decency considering he still sat on the couch completely nude while Luceus stood across from him fully clothed. "I don't want to be a bird in a cage. I don't want to be placed on a pedestal. If you do that you'll smother me, and I'd rather be dead in a ditch somewhere than a shadow of my true self."
          Luceus opened his mouth as if to argue but soon closed it briefly as he realized there was no changing Tristtan's mind. "You want your freedom, you can have it." He then turned and strode towards the entrance. He did not look back once before leaving the room.
          Tristtan sat on the couch dumbfounded wondering just what the fuck he'd done. It was quite possible he'd made things even worse than they were before. He quickly popped off the couch and gathered his clothes. If he was truly free then he'd see about that. First thing in the morning he would try to leave the fort again. If Luceus had been true about his words then Tristtan would not be stopped at the gate, but only time would tell.
OOO
          It was nearing midday as Luceus sat behind the large oak desk in his office when his Commander entered the room in obvious distress. He had not returned to his quarters the previous night although he was certain Tristtan had not remained there either. Instead he had found only a few hours sleep on the couch in this very office before he had awoken and gone right back to work. He had been informed that Tristtan had left the fort that morning as he had lifted the movement restrictions placed on him. He didn't expect the High Elf to leave the army, for this was apparently where he wanted to be after all. But he did fear that perhaps Tristtan would request a transfer to another fort. It would be the best option for him to achieve his true goals as an archer. However, once he saw the boy again later that day, he would indeed apologize for their impromptu fucking as well as their argument. Luceus may not believe he was wrong in his beliefs, but he could have given Tristtan the benefit of the doubt rather than shutting him down. He hoped that after his apology they could engage in some well deserved make-up sex where he'd attempt to soften the blow for his rough handling of the younger male the previous night. But right now it seemed his Commander required his full attention.
          "Sir we have a problem," Brie stated.
          Luceus knew that could mean any number of things but he went with the first thought that popped into his mind. "The Tribune's caravan was not attacked was it?" The Baraka tribune had left early that morning with a full complement of Herald Fort guards along with his own personal guard. He was heading into neutral territory where bandits and renegades abounded. Therefore it didn't hurt to have a little extra muscle. And it was also as a sign to show there were no hard feelings between the two despite their disagreements. He knew the Baraka male was simply doing his job as Luceus was doing his.
          "As far as I know, the Tribune is safe." Brie lowered her gaze briefly as she sought to find the right words to break the news to the General. She decided to just lay it on him. "It's Tristtan, he's been missing since early this morning."
          "He's not back yet?" Luceus was instantly on his feet.
          "I sent a troop out to look for him." She paused as she noted the concerned look that had entered Luceus' golden eyes.
          "Well, come on, Brie spit it out. Did they find him or must I go out there myself?"
          Brie shook her head before rubbing her palms against her upper arms. "All they found were his bow and arrows, and the surroundings revealed signs of a struggle."
          Luceus stared at Brie for several seconds before bolting towards the door.
          "Traviis's team has already scoured the area. The tracks led to the docks. " Brie noted when Luceus stopped moving forward but did not turn to face her. She then spoke the words he apparently needed to hear. "Whoever took him, they're long gone. Traviis believes that one of the footprints was that of an Amani, which doesn't mean anything, he could have been a mercenary for hire."
          "But hired by whom?" Luceus finally turned around. "If anyone knows who he is to me..."
          "They'll try to use him against you," Brie finished for him.
          "Usually when things go wrong, there's one man behind it."
          Brie was confused by Luceus' assessment. "You mean General Ulrikk."
          "He's had it in for me for years, and although he pretends to serve the Federation, we know better."
          "I could see that but I don't get the timing. Even if he has spies in this fort that informed him of your relationship with Tristtan, how would he know that Tristtan was going to be outside the fort on this day?"
          "Perhaps he didn't, perhaps that group has been waiting there all along for this opportunity."
          "By the titans, if Ulrikk gets his hands on him..." Brie couldn't finish the sentence for the thoughts were too vile to give voice to. The Amani General was known for his brutality, both on the battlefield and in the bedroom. He often took young males some still yet in boyhood to his bed. His tastes ran to the slender and lovely, which included Human, Castanic and High Elven youth. Although Tristtan may be an adult, his features made him appear quite boyish still. Which would make him a prime candidate for Ulrikk's sick and twisted desires. Even if they did find Tristtan alive, it was possible that he would never be whole again. While there were many skilled priests that could heal the injuries of the body, there were none adept at healing the trauma of the mind. If they didn't find Tristtan in time, he could be forever mentally scarred.
          "We must hire as many Pegasus's as we can and head to Kaiator." Luceus knew the Amani city was a giant fortress that Herald fort paled in comparison to. And it was quite possible that the General would not even be there, but if he had to, he would tear the city upside down until he found someone who knew just where he was. Luceus would not lose Tristtan this way, he simply couldn't.
OOO
          Tristtan was certain he'd been in worse situations, like that time his parents had held a ball in his honor with the hopes of finding him a significant other. The candidates had mostly been aimless twits with nothing on their minds but the weather or their current wardrobe. Ensconced within the Elven city of Allemantheia , many did not even consider the fact that war raked across their world with the scarring influences of destruction. Yet this was six months ago, before he'd met and been ushered into General Luceus' world. The towering Castanic male could be infuriating but Tristtan had no doubt that he loved him. And there was always that niggling belief that the feeling was not mutual. Yet, despite all he had experienced while with the General; he suspected that the reason he was now a captive of a war-mongering Amani was most likely in direct correlation to that relationship.
          Tristtan felt the ropes bite into his wrists as he struggled against them. The Amani soldier who had bound him must have had an extensive knowledge of ropes. The ones around his ankles did not hurt as much due mainly to the fact that they'd been tied over his almond brown boots instead of bare skin. One of his captors must have removed his gloves while he was unconscious no doubt to add them to his collection. He was certain this group of attackers probably didn't have any shackles to fit him, not if they were made for the Amani who's fists were almost as large as Tristtan's head. However, they had found the perfect alternative with the ropes.
          Aware that his struggles would result in bruised and bleeding wrists, Tristtan still kept at it. He knew he was being held in this storage tent for a reason, and he certainly didn't want to stick around to find out. He had no idea where he was as he'd been knocked unconscious after being jumped by a group of six within the forest that had swept in on horses, one of them quickly swinging a club at his head before he could even take aim. Even now, Tristtan could feel the dull throb of a lump beneath the silky tresses of his hair. He only hoped he'd know where he was once he exited the tent or else escape may prove futile. Someone had clearly orchestrated this entire event. These were not random renegades looking to rob a passerby. He'd heard mention after regaining consciousness of a general he was to be brought before. Therefore it was quite possible that one of Luceus' enemies was responsible and now sought to hurt the Castanic General through him. He should have known he'd be nothing but a liability to Luceus and wondered if even now the man may be realizing that. If he didn't come for him and left him to rot in the hands of these men, then perhaps it was no more than he deserved. Luceus had wanted to keep him safe after all, and this was where Tristtan's defiance had landed him.
          Tristtan contemplated what he knew about the Amani as he realized he may have to take the diplomatic route out of this situation. Funnily enough, a politician was what he'd almost aspired to at the behest of his parents. Now it was time to see if he had learned anything. The Amani came from a violent past entrenched in blood and war, but most of them fought with the Valkyon Federation today. Tristtan didn't believe that this was a renegade group anymore, not after they had mentioned their unknown General. He was hopeful that Luceus would come for him, provided that he hadn't been spirited so far away that the General would have no hopes of finding him. He began to wonder if perhaps his captives required something more of him. If they knew who his family was then perhaps it was simply ransom money. But if his capture indeed had something to do with Luceus' standing in the Federation, then he may not get off so easy. The General had many enemies and had not been secretive about his relationship with Tristtan. However, most still believed him a whore, and why would capturing a man's whore be of any importance to Luceus' enemies? He supposed it was possible that Brie was not the only one who knew of Luceus' plans to make Tristtan his consort. Could someone in Luceus' camp have betrayed this information to the Amani's? Generally, Luceus' people did not disobey him. He led by example, and did not order a soldier to do something that he was not prepared to do himself. Thus he commanded a great deal of respect from his followers. This left Tristtan hopeful that perhaps he had not been caught in the middle of a feud, but rather a simple kidnapping that would be rectified with a paid ransom.
          The sound of heavy footfalls alerted Tristtan that someone was approaching his tent, most likely another Amani. Their large feet resembled hooves and most wore heavy metal armor. Tristtan's eyes had already adjusted to the darkness within the tent and now darted around frantically as he hoped to find some tool to use against the intruder. He sighed inwardly realizing the hopelessness of his situation. Even if he could go one on one with an Amani who was more than three times his size, he couldn't do so while tied up.
          Tristtan squinted as soon as the tent flap was yanked open and brilliant sunlight filtered in. He saw an Amani male standing there who may or may not have been part of the group that attacked him. He hadn't exactly gotten a good look before the ground came up to greet him. The man possessed dark leathery skin and a head ridged with horns.   He was wearing a combination of gold and green snakeskin armor. There were giant leather cuff lets around his ankles in the place of boots and a golden breastplate that resembled a giant necklace adorned his chest.   The Amani wasted no time and quickly yanked him up by the waist before vacating the tent.
          "Where are you taking me?!" Tristtan demanded even as his eyes glanced around to take in his surroundings. The camp appeared to be located within the clearing of a heavily wooded area. There were several smaller tents including the one he had just been taken from spread throughout the area. However, a large red tent with a high dome ceiling appeared to be the focal point and his captors' destination. Although the Amani had not graced Tristtan with a reply, it was clear to the High Elf that he was now being taken to their leader. Perhaps he could bargain with him. If it was money they wanted, well Tristtan's family certainly had plenty of it. Regardless of the fact that he was on the outs with his parents he knew they wouldn't abandon him in this time of need.
          His captor strode boldly into the tent to reveal a gathering of half a dozen Amani's and a lone human male within. Tristtan had only spied a few stragglers within the camp proper and had to wonder where the bulk of the army remained. His eyes soon fell upon the largest Amani male within the tent who sat atop what appeared to be a small dais. His skin appeared almost to be a burnt reddish texture that was amplified by the single, large horn upon his head. Heavy, silver and bronze iron guards encased his arms, and legs. His midriff was currently bare, and other than a large cod piece that covered the groin area, he was absent a full armor set. A giant axe that appeared as if had been forged in a lava lake leaned next to the throne. Tristtan recognized the signature weapon of a berserker and knew that the leader of this camp was a powerful melee combatant.
          "So, you're Luceus' whore."
          Tristtan managed to control all outward expression when the man upon the throne spoke. He lowered his cobalt blue eyes briefly as he sought for the strength to get through this. "You are mistaken. I am a trainee in General Magelus' army. I doubt the man himself even knows I exist." He knew the lie would not hold water, not if this man indeed had spies in Herald fort.
          There was a grin on the Amani's face, if it could be called that.
          "Well played, but I know a fuck toy when I see one." The Amani placed one large clawed palm across the bulge of his cod piece. "Pledge yourself to me and I may consider leniency."
          Tristtan glanced around at the others gathered in the room, hoping to perhaps find an ally. The human with short cropped silver hair who wore a combination of blue and silver armor seemed to have a permanent sneer on his face which told him that no help would be forthcoming there. Among the other Amani's gathered, one of which was female all appeared to be soldiers in tuned with their leaders' rule, which meant they also would not help him. There was an old Baraka seated in one corner behind two of the Amani soldiers which was perhaps why Tristtan hadn't noticed him at first. Baraka's were tall, possibly over nine feet when standing.   This one was dressed in long flowing robes and reminded him of a mystic. Tristtan had hoped he would find his ally here except the man had yet to make eye contact with him. When the Amani who had escorted him thumped him in the back causing him to fall to his knees, he realized he was running out of time.
          "Pledge yourself to General Ulrikk, or face the consequences." The soldier ordered.
          Tristtan managed to retain his composure, despite the fact that he had just been threatened along with the knowledge of who this Amani male truly was was. He'd heard the rumors and realized he was in much more trouble then he'd originally suspected. He turned to fix his gaze upon the General as he realized he wouldn't be given much time to plead his case. "Think of what would truly benefit you, General. I imagine that funding for your battles would be a top priority, and I can provide enough money to cover your expenses for months. If you release me from these bonds, we can discuss terms like civilized people."
          "You dare patronize me!" Ulrikk's tone was booming as his reddish eyes glinted with anger.
          "Clearly I'm not the one you want, if your beef is with General Luceus --"
          "Silence!" Ulrikk nodded to Bartram who had just escorted the insolent High Elf into his domain. The soldier knew exactly what to do.
          Tristtan's eyes widened involuntarily when he felt the cold steel of a dagger being thrust down the back of his tunic. Within seconds, the sound of ripping material filled his ears. What was left of it was snatched off him bodily. His assailant did not stop there and once again used the dagger to quickly cut away at the material of his trousers. All too soon, he lay naked on the dirt floor of the tent, with what was left of his attire still wrapped around his tied wrists and ankles.
          Ulrikk's gaze ate up the lovely form of the nude boy before him. "Now I can see why Luceus kept you. Did he lead you into believing it had anything to do with your skills as a soldier?" He chuckled.
          Tristtan gritted his teeth as those words hit so close to the truth he had to admit it hurt. He glared at the General with absolute hatred. "Fuck you!"
          "Actually, I will be the one fucking you. But first things first. Bartram and Grannger, you're up. " He glanced towards first the Amani male and then the human male. They were two strong combatants within his army and when he nodded to them, they knew exactly what to do. He then returned his attention to the beautiful High Elven male upon the floor, with his creamy white skin on display for all. "Don't worry, you'll still be in one piece when we're finished with you. Mostly."
          Tristtan should have expected the meaty fist that collided with his left cheek but was still taken aback by the initial pain. The blood that instantly pooled in his mouth soon spurted from pink lips. However, this had barely scraped the surface of what he would suffer that day. He felt as hoofed feet stomped on him, bruising, breaking the skin and even in some instances fracturing bone. His rib cage ached so badly he had trouble breathing. His throat was dry, his breath came in sharp gasps as he fought to keep tears from his eyes. He would not give these vindictive men the satisfaction of seeing his will break even as they broke his body.
          Tristtan was yanked to his knees by use of a painful grip on his hair before he was brutally kneed in the stomach. He quickly doubled over in pain but felt as the human Grannger continued to kick him with heavy boots tipped with metal. He'd never received such an utter thrashing in his life and feared more than once that they may accidentally kill him.
          Tristtan was half surprised when he felt the bonds on his wrists and feet being loosened. Soon the ropes fell away, but apparently they had chosen the right time to free him knowing that he now had no strength left to oppose them. Grannger once again grasped Tristtan by the hair to pull him upwards which caused him to gasp when he noticed that the human male was now exposing himself. Grannger had apparently pulled his huge cock from beneath his armor and it now stuck outwards from his body, a dripping wet enraged phallus. He managed to reign in his shock when Bartram came up beside him, equally exposed. It wasn't difficult to imagine what would happen next, as was soon indicated by Ulrikk's next words.
          "Very good, this time I want you to show me which one of you can make him bleed the most -- between his thighs, that is."
A.N. I think a few of you are reading. Does anyone like this character video format? Let me know.
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