WARNING: This fictional story depicts sex acts of man-beasts doing it with
women, girls and then they turn to a willing boy who once let a dog fuck him.
The characters are not depictions of any real persons (for the most part).
Don't read on if you are a minor under the age of 21, your country forbids it
or this kind of story turns you off. You have been warned!
"Man-beasts Turn to A Boy"
by Vince Water
(part 1)
November 29, 2005
(corrected 2/06)
Brandon peeked out from the corn stalks to watch a man-beast doing it. He
was younger than most of the hoard who occupied their village but so was the
girl he prepared to mount. Her name was Undertine, or Tine for short. She'd
satisfied the lust of man-beasts before so there wasn't any fear in her eyes
though Brandon noticed how bright they were. Maybe she'd gotten to like it,
the boy thought. All the women and older girls had since fallen under the
man-beasts' lusty spell.
Tine was fourteen, a year younger than Brandon. She came from a well-to-do
grain milling family of six girls. No sons, much to their father's dismay. Her
status didn't matter when the man-beasts came. She was pressed into farm work.
Five older sisters and their mother were enough to mill grain for the beasts
so they sent Tine to a neighboring farmstead. Brandon's lot in life hadn't
changed. He remained a farm boy though serving another family since his had
been decimated. No mother or father. All his older brothers had gone off to
serve in the War, never to return. It was rumored that the humans had lost it.
The man-beast who crouched over Tine had no name that Brandon was aware
of. Many didn't give their names and they couldn't speak much in the human
tongue, only commanding words such as: "Work!", "Bring food!" (or beer), and
"Down!" which is what this one had told Tine to do in the field. The girl was
laying over the ground. Waiting. Her dirty klasseng (one-piece work dress) was
pulled up to her belly that revealed her fuzzy cunt. The boy had never seen
Tine naked before (from below) but he'd watched the women of his village
quickly respond to the "Down!" command whenever a man-beast was in need. They
often were. A mounting was long lasting, the sperming part that is though no
baby resulted from their cross-species mating.
Brandon crouched lower to the ground so he wouldn't been seen. He was
excited to watch man-beasts perform since they had long red dicks like a dog's
though theirs were thicker. They sprung out of horse type sheaths that were
firm in youth or loose and wrinkly at old age. A black sac of balls hung down
between their stout legs. Black fur covered their bellies and slim behinds. The
backs of them were striped and dotted in patterns of white and brown fur that
made each beast distinctive. A long tail whipped about which belied their mood.
It stood straight up when mating. When at rest, it wound around their waists
or a companion's (like in a friendly arm hold). Not all of their bodies were
furry. Arms, legs and chests were smooth skinned, light brown in color. They
had six toes on their unclad feet. At a run, they hunched over nearly on all
fours. Three fingers and a thumb (no nails) for their hands that held
bludgeoning weapons like the club or mace. Their brown faces were flat with
mouths filled with sharp teeth. Big noses. Brown eyes like an owl's. Long black
hair fell past their shoulders. It was worn loose, braided, or tied with
decorative gold wiring. Man-beasts didn't wear clothes. Only in the coldest
part of winter were animal hides wrapped around themselves for added warmth.
Tine was a pretty girl. Her snow white face often revealed her emotions
and what she was thinking. Brandon thought of her as a sister. Before the War,
they'd gone fishing, checked on rabbit snares, took long walks in the woods or
swam in the ponds dotting the farms. They wore skiffs (undergarments) since it
wasn't proper to expose loins between the genders even as kids. Tine's breasts
had begun to form last winter but that didn't interest Brandon. His childhood
friend was becoming a woman so that explained why man-beasts were mounting
her. They didn't like to press their chests over rounded tits so the women
they commanded "Down!" only lifted their klassengs high enough to expose their
cunts. That's only where their naked bodies met. A meeting between beauty and
the beast was about to take place. Brandon looked on with excited expectation.
The girl gasped when she was penetrated. Not in pain, Brandon knew, but
from that carnal pleasure of beastly cock slipping deep into her cunt. The
women folk enjoyed getting fucked very much. There was no escaping it but every
woman and girl who gleefully submitted seemed to have forgotten that their
husbands, older sons and brothers had likely died at the hands of these beasts.
Their lusty spell had been cast over them. The boy felt himself falling under
it as well even though he'd never been given the "Down!" command.
Brandon felt a tightness in the front of his pants. He was ashamed by it
but caught up in the excitement of watching this man-beast perform. His hairy
butt flexed in and out while his tail whipped about excitedly. From where the
boy hid, he couldn't see that red cock stabbing into Tine but knew it was. She
wailed out with each of his swift deep thrusts. A curious thing was seen by
the boy. Between the beast's furry cheeks, a black asshole protruded like a
horse's when dropping digested hay to the ground. He'd watched man-beasts poop
without any sense of modesty but at least they did it away from the streets,
houses and farm buildings. Brandon had also spied on them pissing. That got
their red poles half sticking out from sheaths that excited the boy. His dick
always erected inside his pants that more often bade him be relieved in hand
when he could find a place to do that secretly. Never had he seen a man-beast
vent lust that way. They had plenty of females to mount though none of their
own kind. Where were the female-beasts, Brandon wondered? He'd never seen any.
Louder wailing came from Tine now. The man-beast was mounting her fast and
hard but no sound escaped his mouth. Only his long tail whipping about bespoke
of his pleasure. Both of his hands were planted in the ground at the girl's
sides. Only their loins touched. He remained in a crouched position on his
knees that surged forward when driving his long dong through the girl's cunt.
Brandon wondered what it felt like to get fucked by a beast. He noticed how
his left hand was feeling over his butt that longed to get mounted by them. A
dog had done him once.
When Brandon was thirteen, a month after the man-beasts had occupied their
village and raped all the women, he let a dog take his butt from his deep sense
of curiosity. It was a neighbor's big black dog named Butch. He often roamed
the fields of their two farms whom the boy befriended. When Butch came across
a bitch in heat, Brandon enjoyed watching them mate. He'd sired many pups that
bore his distinctive black color. The youth wanted to satisfy Butch himself and
find out what having sex with a man-beast might be like so he rubbed rear ends
with an aromatic bitch. Butch sniffed his smelly butt and eagerly satisfied
the boy's curiosity. Their copulation was long lasting like a man-beast's but
he endured getting tied to the dog. That had been painful! The end of its dick
swelled in the boy's asshole like an overly filled water bladder. Sperm got
pumped into his butt for a while. The boy especially liked that part. He jerked
off to a very satisfying climax as he crouched under the dog humping him.
After that lusty experience, Brandon's longing to satisfy man-beasts grew
more intense but he was afraid to offer himself to any. No boy in the village
had ever been given the "Down!" command. Yet he took every opportunity to
watch them mount the women folk. To spy on their bestial performance really
excited the boy and he always jerked off afterwards while imagining what it
would be like to get his little butt fucked. Charlie had wanted him to stick
into his hairy ass.
Brandon's eyes widened when that revelation struck him. He'd been given
the chance to fuck a man's asshole but he blew it! In his own defense, he
realized that the ten year old boy he was at the time couldn't have known
about such things. Charlie obviously did. He was a young man whom his mother
had hired on to help with the farm after his brothers went off to serve. That
man was trying to avoid War duty. A bargain was struck. Charlie would work for
his mother in return for meals, a cot in the barn, but mostly to hide out.
Brandon noticed how 'soft' that man was. He didn't have the disposition to
fight against man-beasts and would likely have turned tail and ran like a
coward from the battle. His body was a thin and frail. Farm work had proved
difficult for Charlie. Yet any extra pair of hands to work in the fields was
welcomed. The man's aching muscles had been soothed by Brandon's massages on
many a night. That had included his butt.
The man-beast's humping drew Brandon's attention. His furry butt reminded
him of Charlie's hairy cheeks. When the boy had massaged down the man's back,
he pulled his skiff down to be handled there as well. It excited Brandon to
touch the man's slim ass. Its hair felt soft under his palms. Charlie spread
his cheeks and they humped under the boy's tending. He moaned a lot. Brandon
also felt thrilled, peeking in for its hole that winked at him. A very naked
thing to see in a man! After a long massage, Charlie asked him to rest over
his back where the erection in his skiff was rubbed by the man's flexing ass.
That felt so good! Brandon now realized that he could have stuck into the
man's asshole who'd given him lots of hints to do so. Charlie even asked him
to pull down his skiff so he could 'tickle' between his cheeks if he wanted.
The boy felt that would be too dirty an act to perform with a man. He also
feared them getting caught by his mother.
Never had Charlie given him a massage. As a farm boy used to hard work,
Brandon didn't need a soothing to his muscles since they'd didn't ache. Not
that much, anyway. As that ten year old boy, he was too shy and innocent to do
anything with a man. No lust in him to dare it. Now at fifteen, he wished that
he'd been more bold with Charlie who could have shown him bodily pleasure that
went beyond jerking off alone. That man could have made him aware of male love
that only now was awakening in him.
Brandon felt frustrated by his revelation now that Charlie was long gone.
His chance to fuck a man's ass had been lost. The King's Collectors had come
to their village at next harvest that scared the man off because he would of
been pressed into War duty. Brandon wondered where he was now. Did he find
another boy willing to do his ass? A different kind of longing for a man-beast
came to Brandon. He'd fantasized about being given the "Down!" command to get
his butt stuck but now, the boy also wanted to fuck theirs. He doubted any
beast would let him. They only lusted for human females so there was no chance
he'd even get his butt mounted let alone return the favor.
Tine cried out. Brandon knew the man-beast was about to seed by the way
his tail stood straight up. His eyes were closed as if he were in pain. The
boy knew better. When the young beast gasped for breath, that was the final
sign. His pleasurable release into the girl had started. It would last for a
good while until his balls were emptied. The boy felt very envious of Tine.
Brandon noticed that his right hand had slipped into the front of his
pants. He was jerking off. Before getting to the wetting part, the boy
stopped himself. Breaths were rushing through his mouth that sounded loud in
his ears. To sperm would have not only wet his skiff but have caused an outcry
they'd have heard. His right hand pulled from his pants. A terrible aching
came from his erection but the boy promised to satisfy himself later.
Tine's hands dropped from the man-beast's hips with her arms spreading
over the dirt. Brandon hadn't noticed that she was holding him. Wow. The
girl had obviously liked getting fucked yet her hands now formed tight fists.
Her eyes were closed as if in denial.
The man-beast pulled from the girl. Brandon saw how his red dick was
already withdrawing back into its sheath. His black balls sac seemed shrunken.
How much sperm came out from a mounting, the boy wondered? The women who'd
endured it were quick to drop their klasseng and run off. Was a man-beast's
seed like a human's? He'd never seen it. From jerking off, Brandon's watery
releases (like that dog's who fucked him) had turned thick and white last
spring which proved he was becoming a man.
From a sack at the man-beast's side, he withdrew a ripe Pinerrant. It was
set at Tine's side before he departed. Brandon knew this was his offering to
her that still struck him odd. The man-beasts could (and did!) demand whatever
they wanted from the villagers. With all the able bodied men taken to the War,
they'd been left defenseless to the man-beasts who attacked them two years ago.
Some older boys resisted; a few were killed with clubs or dragged off to parts
unknown. All the dogs (such as Butch) were put down because they'd threatened
the man-beasts too. Only women, girls, old frail men and boys (under the age of
sixteen) remained in the village outnumbered four to one by the man-beasts.
When the men folk had gone off to the War, their wives and daughters
couldn't manage the farms on their own. The King's Collectors still demanded
te same quota of grain that barely left any to those who produced it. It was
almost a blessing when the man-beasts came. They put rag-tag families together
to work farms closest to the village. Brandon was taken in by Mrs. Canterson
whose husband and only son had been taken to the War years earlier. She had
three young daughters and her parents, though getting on in years, were still
able to work. At least that woman still had her father with her.
Brandon hung his head. He'd never known his father because when he was
nine, the man had run off to volunteer in the King's army. That had been at
the start of the War with man-beasts. Three older brothers had managed their
farm but they were conscripted to fight in the War so that left his mother and
him alone to work it as best they could. An impossible task! When man-beasts
came, they put human families together so the harvests would continue. The
grains were wagoned off but enough was left to the humans. Cattle, pigs and
chickens still provided them with meat. Man-beasts only ate bread, grain soup
and plants. A dark beer was brewed by them that was drunk down like water yet
it didn't cause the undesired affects as in humans. If anything, their brew
mellowed man-beasts. No one in the village has been killed during their
occupation. The women were easily cowed but that didn't come from the greater
strength of their conquerors. It was known that they had fallen under the
man-beast's lusty spell.
Tine seemed bespelled, thought Brandon. She was still laying on the
ground with a dreamy look in her eyes. Her left arm slowly bent towards the
lower part of her body and she stuck fingers into her wet cunt. A wail came
from the girl. It disgusted the boy to hear that. He was about to crawl away
when Tine called out to him.
"I see you Bran."
He'd been caught! The boy embarrassingly left his hiding place with his
feet dragging under him. To his dismay, Tine hadn't pulled down her klasseng
to cover herself and worse she was still fingering herself down there. Yuck!
Their eyes met. That dreamy look filled Tine's eyes when she looked up
at him while she wailed. Her gaze fixed on the bulge in front of his pants.
"You're in need, too."
Brandon quickly dropped his right arm to hide his erection from her. He
shook his head back and forth in denial.
"What are you afraid of?" Tine asked.
That drew the boy's heated response. "Nothing!"
"You can't get me pregnant," the girl assured. "Everyone knows that once
a man-beast has lain with a woman, she becomes infertile."
Brandon had heard that too but there wasn't a man left in the village
to disprove that rumor. He was old enough to get Tine with child. It was
something he didn't want to try because of the necessary act to bring that
about. He felt no attraction to girls.
"You can lay over me if you want, Bran."
"You should get up," the boy asked. "We have chores to perform."
"I'm feeling too good right now," answered Tine. She fingered her cunt
that drew out some of the man-beast's seed into her hand.
Brandon saw that. It was very thick, white like a man's that smelled
sweet in the air between them. Tine wailed out. Her butt was flexing over the
dirt when driving fingers further into her cunt. The boy would have run off if
not for being curious to see the man-beast's seed running into her palm. Yet
his friend's act was getting out of hand. Tine wailed out more loudly with her
two fingers buried deep in her cunt. The boy thought she was hurting herself.
"You are bespelled!" he warned.
"Yessss..." she wailed. Her eyes fluttered when waves of pleasure racked
her body. She'd reached that place of utter ecstasy.
Brandon reached down to pull Tine's hand away from herself. "Stop it!"
The girl snapped out of it and with a angry look, sat up with her klasseng
dropping down to cover her nakedness. Then she sprang to her feet and ran off
through the field. The boy released a deep sigh through his nose. He noticed
that his hand was very sticky. Looking down at his fingers, he saw that the
man-beast's sperm was over them. Thick and white. He brought it to his nose
for a curious sniff. It smelled as sweet as honey. The boy tasted it. His dick
surged as if coming out with the thrills that act brings. He dropped his pants
in a rush. To his relief, there was no wet spot over the front of his skiff.
Brandon clasped his erection with his wet hand. A quick jerking followed.
The man-beast's seed made for a slippery handling that enhanced his thrills.
He smelled its alluring sweetness in his nose and the taste in his mouth, felt
its power building around his dick and he reached back to pull over his butt
as if it were being fucked by a horny man-beast. Intense pleasure exploded in
his head. Thick spurts flew to the ground at the boy's feet. What a sense of
ecstasy from it! Even when the boy was done shooting, his hand continued to
bring forth unending pleasure. He was hopelessly bespelled.
Wearily, Brandon pulled up his skiff and pants. He'd fallen to his knees
while jerking off and saw its result in long wet streaks over the dirt. Wow.
Never had he felt such pleasure or had his dick come out a lot. The boy stood
shakily over his feet. He spied the Pinerrant that Tine had forgotten to take.
With a sly grin, he grabbed the man-beast's offering for himself. A bite of
the sweet fruit reminded him of tasting a beast's seed. His butt wanted it.
There were farm chores to do so Brandon walked down the field. He cast
the Pinerrant core to the ground. If the boy were lucky, he'd be given the
chance to earn a sweet fruit himself. What a lusty thought! He gave a slap to
his backside and muttered the "Down!" command over and over again to himself.
A man-beast had been watching the boy in secret.
+++
Early that evening, Brandon fell into a deep sleep that he didn't come
out of until the following afternoon. Mrs. Canterson had become worried. She
forced the boy to waken and got him to sip from a bowl of chicken soup.
"Are you sick?" the woman asked.
Brandon slowly shook his head but he still felt tired. "Maybe I am."
If the woman thought so, he'd get out of farm chores for that day. She covered
his forehead with her lean hand.
"There's no fever," Mrs. Canterson announced with relief.
When Brandon tried to sit up, he found that it required much effort.
Tiny stars danced at the edge of his sight. His face became flushed. That
didn't go unnoticed by the woman.
"Rest, Brandon. Some sickness has befallen you so take care."
The boy remembered what had happened yesterday. He wasn't suffering the
affect of some sickness but from falling under the man-beasts' spell. The
fingers to his right hand tingled. He felt an urgent desire to reach down
for his erection to pleasure it towards that unbelievable height of ecstasy
he'd reached before. The woman kneeling beside his cot prevented him though.
"I think I'll sleep some more," Brandon murmured. She nodded.
When the woman left, Brandon slipped his right hand into his skiff.
That's all the boy wore when he slept. There was a powerful sensation when his
fingers clasped his hard dick. He cried out. Not from pleasure but an intense
aching that came from being denied. His quick strokes made that awful feeling
grow. Somehow the boy knew that without a man-beast's seed, he was denied the
pleasure from his lone act. A terrible realization came to him. That's why
women had become infertile after being mounted by the man-beasts. No man could
offer them that same pleasure they craved or would overcome the powerful spell
that had ensnared them. Brandon too had been bespelled. He lay over his cot in
despair for a long while. Sleep finally offered the boy release but not what
he longed for.
Brandon dreamed. He was swimming in the pond with Tine without a care in
the world. His three brothers would soon return victorious from the War along
with the other men folk of their village. The boy fancied that even his father
would return to him. The man-beasts had been wiped out. Strangely, that
saddened him.
When he turned to Tine beside him, he gasped in surprise. A flat face
with a toothy mouth smiled at him. The boy swam in a rush towards the bank.
When he stood on it, Tine came to his side. She wasn't wearing a skiff. A
black sac of balls hung between stout legs. From a dark sheath, a blood red
knob peeked out that quickly grew along the man-beast's fury belly. The boy
saw utter lust in them eyes for him. Yet he wasn't afraid.
"Turn?" the man-beast pleaded.
Before doing so, Brandon gazed at his long red dick stretched out from
its sheath that would soon bring fulfillment to them both. Not just from the
pleasure of bodily joining, love would grow between them and it would result
in bringing forth new life. No baby in his belly but to the man-beast's pouch.
Their mating would be completed after both of them had turned to put seed in
each other. The boy first mounted the man-beast's protruding asshole. Human
love filled it. Then he took stabs that filled his asshole with such power!
They clung to each other afterwards with such happiness. Both sensed the new
life they'd brought forth from their joining. It was a portent that peace
would come between their two races.
+++
Brandon went back to his chores the following day. Mrs. Canterson's three
daughters toiled beside him. They were putting up hay. The man-beasts didn't
begrudge their need to feed the farm animals. They didn't partake of meat but
acknowledged that humans did. There was chicken, pork and beef in the plenty
for them to eat. Man-beasts were content with bread, a thick grain soup
(it consisted of barley that was seasoned with onions and tomatoes), and they
drank down quantities of beer without becoming inebriated. Yet it mellowed
them much to the delight of the women and older girls who eagerly awaited the
"Down!" command.
Mrs. Canterson asked Brandon to bring a sack of barley to the man-beasts
living in the village. Her daughters were too young (and shy) to go. The boy
did as he was asked later that afternoon. He hoped to see man-beasts relieving
their loins in willing females. Maybe one would take his butt. To give that a
chance, he cast away his shirt and pants. Only a skiff was worn by the boy.
That showed off his rear curves nicely and from being an old pair, a tear let
his left cheek show through. It was a hot summer day. Going about nearly naked
wouldn't startle anyone.
It was only a short walk from Mrs. Canterson's farm to enter the village.
How differently it looked from only a few years ago. Before the man-beasts'
occupation, there had been many shops lining its street: a blacksmith, bakery,
general supplier, soothe Seer and an inn. Braytown had been an important stop
for travelers in its day. The Braying Pony Inn had been burnt to the ground
during the attack. Man-beasts occupied the other shops that served them as
places to sleep.
Brandon looked about hopefully at the man-beasts but lowered his eyes
when passing the guards. They no longer wielded clubs but had them set by
their stout legs at the ready. His village had long since submitted to their
will so there were no need for them to brandish weapons. A company of swordsmen
from the King could of retaken Braytown. Yet none had come. That proved that
the War with the man-beasts had been lost. Warriors of renown had always been
few and the enemy were greater in number. That's how inferior weapons wielded
by the man-beasts had won out.
After the easy conquest of their village, the man-beasts weren't brutal
with its rule. Humans were allowed to go about their business so long as it
was productive in providing grain to the man-beasts. They had forced women to
their pleasure but after their first mounting, no sexual request was denied.
Brandon understood why. Those beasts in man form had cast a lusty spell over
them. He longed for their seed too.
Brandon glanced at the man-beasts he passed in the street. More often
than not, they traveled in pairs. Long tails were wrapped around a companion's
waist in a sign of affection. Gold wire bound their hair. That endeared the
boy who longed to have a male friend of his own. Not a human. He realized then
that only a girl has been his companion. When Tine fell under the man-beasts'
spell, he no longer interested her even as a friend.
"Stop!"
Fear squeezed Brandon's heart. One of the guards he'd passed had run up to
him. At fifteen years of age, he was nearly matched in height to the beasts but
not in muscle tone. His body was undeveloped like a thirteen year old so he
wasn't a threat to them. Not yet. Boys who reached sixteen were taken away to
parts unknown. Killed? Brandon hoped that wasn't so. Why was he being stopped?
"Bring food?" the guard asked in his guttural voice.
"Yes." Brandon kept his eyes averted while patting over his heavy sack.
The guard gestured that he open it for inspection. The boy undid the stringed
closure. A small handful of barley was scooped out by the man-beast. Loud
crunching followed.
"Good! You go."
Brandon bowed respectfully in response. While tying his sack closed, he
snuck a glance at the man-beast's loins. A longing to cop a feel inside his
sheath came to the boy. Could he of coaxed its blood red knob within to stick
out into his hand? The youth scolded himself. Only women folk excited these
beasts so he had no chance.
The boy hefted his heavy sack over his shoulder. Only a year ago, he had
to use a cart to carry it until his spurt in growth this year. Mrs. Canterson
had to ask around to find clothes that would fit him. A pair of pants and two
shirts that were Mrs. Tanner's son's had come to him. George was taken away by
the man-beasts last winter. He'd only been fifteen. Age didn't seem to matter
but how the boy growing into manhood became a threat in the man-beasts' eyes.
Brandon was a late bloomer. Muscles in his arms grew big only this summer from
taking on more farm chores. Mrs. Canterson had moved his cot into the barn as
if concerned for her daughters. Hah! Those dumb girls had nothing to fear from
him even though his dick had thickened and white sperm could shoot from it.
The boy felt no lust for the opposite sex. That left him feeling twisted
inside because of his attraction to other males. Non-human at that.
Brandon hung his head in shame. He'd kept his strange notions to himself
though he'd been tempted to tell his mother about Charlie's hairy butt. Not to
admit that he liked touching it... well. Maybe test the waters by telling her
in a round about way that he was attracted to men. He'd lost that chance when
his mother died. After Charlie fled, no one else came to help them work the
farm. She realized that their next harvest wouldn't satisfy the tally demanded
by the King's Collectors. Brandon might be pressed into War duty in spite of
his young age in reparations so the woman had worked herself to death in
trying to make their grain quota. The man-beasts came to their village only a
few months after she died. He hated them (for being the enemy of course) and
also for not arriving sooner that could have spared his mother. They'd put the
orphaned boy with Mrs. Canterson's family to help her work the farm. His anger
towards the man-beasts cooled. It wasn't their fault that his mother had died
but he still blamed the King's Collectors. He was glad they wouldn't be coming
to their village anymore.
While deep in thought, Brandon nearly ran into someone who was scurrying
across the street. He dodged him but dropped his sack of grain in the process.
Its stringed binding held so none spilled out. Before the boy could fetch it
from the ground, the man-beast grabbed hold and lifted the heavy sack in one
hand with ease. Their eyes met.
"Thanks," Brandon blurted out. There was no sign in this man-beast that
he understood. Dark piercing eyes looked him over from head to toe. A thrill
went through the boy. His eyes fell to the beast's dark sheath. It was firm.
Tucked within was his knob but it remained hidden from view. The youth wasn't
female so there was no cause for excitement. Darn it!
"Grain?"
"Yes," Brandon answered while nodding his head. "I'm bringing it to the
Collector of food." He pointed towards the old Guard's Post at the edge of
town. The sack wasn't returned even when the boy held out his arms.
"You geerl?" the man-beast asked in a high pitched voice.
A geerl? Oh. Brandon shook his head when looking down at the front of
himself. To prove that he wasn't a girl, he daringly pulled his skiff down to
his thighs. A burning came to the boy's face because his dick was erecting.
The man-beast's red knob popped out from its sheath. As if feeling embarrassed
himself, the beast stepped behind him. Eyes were felt on the boy's rear end.
Two girls pulling a cart were about to pass Brandon. He quickly pulled up
his skiff. It was Henny and Jenny; they were twins of eleven years of age. When
they looked in his direction, he waved to them in greeting. They cast their
eyes down to the ground. Because he was only wearing a skiff or in fear of the
man-beast who stood near? Brandon thought the latter. He'd never seen girls of
their age mounted so the twins needn't be concerned.
The young man-beast faced Brandon. He wanted to lower his eyes in respect
but ended up staring back instead. The beast's dark eyes glared at him. Long
black hair fell loosely about his shoulders; not braided or tied in gold wire.
A single male? A necklace of white shells worn around his neck lent him an
appearance of rank. Perhaps this man-beast was a chief's son or something. The
boy bowed then turned away with his intent to return to the farm. It was
obvious that the man-beast would deliver his sack of grain for not having
returned it to him.
A brown tail coiled around Brandon's right arm, startling him bad. No
man-beast had ever touched him before. The boy slowly turned to face him.
"Grain... bad."
Huh? Then Brandon saw that a tear in the sack's midsection threatened to
spill out grain. Dropping it earlier must have ripped a hole. The man-breast
gestured for him to grasp one end. He did. That's when he felt something slip
into the lower left legging of his skiff to press against his balls. It felt
like a burning snake. The boy sucked in a sharp breath. He looked down quickly
but the sack held between them prevented him from seeing the man-beast's dick.
When he peered up at them dark eyes, they were burning with desire. For him?
"Good... boy?"
Brandon wasn't sure what the man-beast was asking of him but suspected it
had nothing to do with the sack of grain they prevented from spilling out. He
could only nod. A hot throbbing now pressed against the boy's erection. Longing
filled his eyes for them to do more together. "Down?" he asked in a whisper.
The coiled tail around his arm tightened. That had to mean this man-beast
wanted him to!
Loud tongue clucking was heard behind Brandon. When he turned to the pair
of man-beasts approaching them, his right arm was released by the man-beast's
tail and the long dick pulled from his skiff. The young man-beast clucked back
in answer to their greeting. Disappointment filled the boy. When his companion
turned sideways and started walking, that forced Brandon to follow unless he
dropped the sack held between them. He wasn't about to do that.
The couple gave Brandon a sharp look. He dropped his eyes from them and
felt the urgent pulling of the sack from his companion to walk faster. The boy
did. They headed for the old Guard Post and with a back glance, the youth was
relieved to see that they weren't being followed.
Brandon tried seeing the man-beast's dick but his view was blocked by the
sack held between them. His erection pressed against the front of his skiff.
It ached him a lot. The boy hoped that after they delivered this grain to the
food Collector, he would be taken behind a building and given the "Down!"
command. Not to lay over his back like Tine did in the corn field. A boy's
opening was in the rear of him so he would turn and bend over for his young
companion after dropping his skiff to his feet. He longed to get butt fucked.
At the Guard Post, Brandon offered his tribute of food. The venerable old
one muttered his thanks. He spoke to the young man-beast in their guttural
language that the boy couldn't follow. He stood waiting for his companion to
leave with him but that didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon.
The two were deep in conversation.
Brandon took careful glances of their naked bodies to compare them. The
guard's sheath was loose and wrinkled. His black sac of balls were shrunken
that also proved his old age. Seed was likely no longer produced in them. The
young man-beast's dick was protruding slightly from its firm sheath. When he
noticed the boy's peeking, it stuck out further along his furry belly with an
oozing coming from its blood red knob. Didn't the old guard see it? The boy
felt a sharp thrill running through his asshole from its longing to get
penetrated by the young man-beast's dick. He continued talking with the old
one. No sign in the beast that his obvious male excitement embarrassed him.
The old guard turned to greet a woman entering the building. He accepted
a sack of grain from Mrs. Jangen. He bent over to stack it against the stone
wall with the others. That's when Brandon noticed a leather band covering his
asshole held by a long thong that was tied to a belt worn around his waist.
What did that signify? His long braid fell nearly to his tail.
"Thank," the man-beast guard muttered.
Mrs. Jangen stared at the young man-beast's erection with hope shining
in her eyes. She mouthed the word "Down?" and looked for a place on the floor
where she could lay. Brandon felt threatened all of a sudden. He stood closer
to his companion and pulled down his skiff. All eyes went to the boy's dick.
It was standing against his tuft of groin hair. The woman gasped in surprise.
Much to Brandon's relief, the old guard shooed Mrs. Jangen to be off. She
scurried towards the door. Before leaving the Guard Post, she glanced back
over her shoulder with curious eyes. Not to catch sight of the boy's erection
but at the young man-beast's long red dick. Both of them turned away from the
woman. She exited the building.
"You want to turn?"
"What?" blurted Brandon. He glared at the aged man-beast then remembered
to cast his eyes down at the last moment. What he'd seen in the beast's soft
gaze sent a chill down his spine. It was like he knew what the boy longed for.
No sign of understanding came from the young man-beast. He probably didn't know
how to talk in human tongue except for the few command words.
"Ke-eet az Lan-eev tow sa-eem... boy, kep az eet gro-ep?"
"Ka!" answered the young man-beast. "Mee-ip tow agg ze wrum boy. Ee-et?"
Brandon saw the look of surprise in the old one's eyes from whatever the
young man-beast had asked of him.
"He name is Lan-eev."
"Ka. Me... Lan-eev!" the young man-beast said to confirm his name.
Without thinking, the boy offered his right hand while speaking his name.
"Brandon."
The old one hissed between his teeth in warning. "He to give name you is
a big honor, Hu-man!"
Brandon jerked back his right hand. The old one spoke angrily admits lots
of hissing between his teeth to Lan-eev. The boy fell to his knees in fear.
That had been stupid of him to offer shaking hands with a man-breast as if
they were equals! The two continued to exchanged words that sounded harsh in
the boy's ears. He wondered how they would punish him for his insolence or
worse, send him off to parts unknown where the sixteen year old boys met their
fate. "I am sorry!" he pleaded. His face pressed into the cold stone floor
while he spread his arms out in submission.
"You farm... where?" asked the old one.
"Misses Canterson," the boy answered meekly. He knew that he was in for
it now. Would that woman and her kin share in his punishment? Hands were felt
over his shoulders. When he dared to look up from the floor, his eyes fell on
a firm dark sheath but its knob was tucked inside. Brandon shut his eyes.
Lan-eev lifted the boy to his feet. It ached his heart to see the fear
in them sky blue eyes. The old one knew how to speak the Hu-man tongue but
whatever he said to Bran-don had frightened him. Though he be a chief's son,
Lan-eev couldn't scold an Elder who'd been amongst the Hu-mans and knew their
ways better than he. Was that hand gesture the boy gave an offense to them?
Brandon stood face to face with the young man-beast who released his
shoulders. The boy quickly dropped his eyes in respect. That patch of black
fur covering the young one's belly quivered. He peered lower in the hope that
his dick would stick out from its sheath. The boy would gladly turn to offer
himself if that would appease their anger. To his disappointment, the knob
remained hidden within them firm folds of dark skin.
"Go!" commanded the old one.
Brandon spun over his feet in a run for the door and fell flat on his
belly. His skiff had been down about his ankles that bound them together. He
angrily kicked them away. A hiss was heard behind him. The boy scrambled out
the door and ran down the street. He felt eyes on him from the man-beasts.
His body was as naked as theirs, more so because he didn't have fur covering
him as much as he wanted at that moment. Any hope of being with that young
one was shattered. He'd made a fool of himself. Worse, he expected a terrible
punishment to befall him along with those at Mrs. Canterson's farm.
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Brandon laid over his cot while contemplating what he should do. He wore
only pants; no skiff. Should he warn Mrs. Canterson? Any thought of running
away was cast from the boy's head. The man-beasts had warned that anyone who
tried would be hunted down. To be brought back to the village and punished or
killed outright? They didn't say. His stomach rumbled. Both from hunger
(after a long day's work) and from fear. He decided to remain in the barn.
'Please! Let no man-beast come for me this night,' he pleaded to his Lord.
Two man-beasts had come that evening to Mrs. Canterson's farm. She was
expecting Sneev for dinner but his younger companion's arrival had been a
surprise. She looked at her three daughters, wondering which of them would be
chosen to satisfy him later. It was the woman's happy duty to satisfy Sneev.
Her mother was much too old (or so it seemed to the man-beasts) to draw their
lusty attention. Not even her husband performed his manly duty anymore long
before the man-beasts had taken their village over. They both had sharp words
about that. Their daughter ignored any talk about fighting back, attempts to
resist satisfying their carnal desires or to send Brandon off with word to the
King about their village's plight. The boy knew the truth of it. Most of the
women had long since fallen under the man-beasts' lusty spell. They were too
weak to fight back. Why resist satisfying their conqueror's carnal desires
when their own sexual desires were met? And Brandon didn't want to risk his
skin by running off with word to the King. It was rumored that the humans had
lost the War anyway. No help would come.
Sneev and his unnamed companion were served food. Mrs. Canterson was much
praised in the village (amongst the man-beasts) for her barley soup. At her
whispered word, her three girls offered them beer. Sneev accepted a mug from
Clare (she was the youngest at ten years of age) but his companion grunted in
rejection of the other females aged eleven and twelve. Clare took the mug from
her sister Melody and offered it. Again, the young man-beast grunted but more
loudly. It was known that serving a man-beast beer by a human female was very
significant. Clare was too young for mating yet Sneev had taken that mug from
her hands to honor her mother whom he'd be mounting later.
"Bring Bran-don," the young man-beast asked of the woman.
"You want Brandon?" she asked, a sharp breath catching in her throat.
"Yes. He want boy to table come," said Sneev.
Mrs. Canterson went to the barn. She wondered why Brandon hadn't come
into the house at dinner time and realized that she hadn't seen him since
sending him to the village. Was something wrong?
The woman found Brandon sprawled over his cot. Fear took her. Had the boy
fallen sick again? He seemed to have recovered from whatever had ailed him the
day before. Her daughters reported that he'd worked hard in the fields today.
Brandon fearfully turned to the sound of approaching footsteps. It was
only Mrs. Canterson much to his relief but when she told him that he's been
commanded to come to her house by two man-breasts, the boy grew scared. He
pulled on a shirt and followed after the woman to his expected doom, feet
dragging under him.
Brandon felt eyes on him when he entered the kitchen. Mrs. Canterson's
parents and her three daughters looked at him as if he were a pig being
brought to the slaughter. To his relief, that old man-beast wasn't present.
It was Sneev (a regular night guest to this house) and a younger companion
who sat eating at the table. He recognized Lan-eev!
"You bring beer?" asked Sneev in a gentle voice.
"Me?" gasped Brandon.
"If want to," Sneev answered.
Mrs. Canterson and her family were staring at Brandon in mute surprise.
They gasped collectively when the boy filled a mug with beer. He brought it
to the table, knowing that he should offer it to the young man-beast he'd met
in the village.
Lan-eev accepted the boy's offer by drinking it down. This beer offering
ritual proved that what he suspected about Bran-don was true. After leaving
the Guard Post, he was told by Five-white-striped that he'd witnessed this
Hu-man's lust rite in hand after his brother had mounted a Hu-man girl whom
Bran-don took seed from afterwards to anoint his loins. The boy exhibited
clear signs of falling under the Blood Quickening. He'd held his rear end in
Offering, was strong in pole that shot to the ground in a terrible wasting of
seed, even from a Hu-man.
When Lan-eev had finished the beer, he peered kindly at Bran-don who
refilled his mug. It was timidly set down near his right hand. He gazed at the
boy's pale face. Rather small, even for a Hu-man and it lacked the fangs
youths of his race bore with pride. Bran-don wasn't too ugly. For a Hu-man
that is, he thought. The youth bore sun colored hair on his head that reached
nearly down to his shoulders. That was most attractive. Fine hair covered his
arms. Too much of his body was covered! That would soon be remedied. He'd test
this Hu-man's willingness to mate with him by offering love bites over his
smooth behind and a deep licking of its entrance. Seed would pass between them
and maybe love too.
"Is he to your liking?" asked Sneev to his young companion with a wink.
"My heart swells like my loins." That was the Grish way of saying he hoped
for more than spilling seed into this Hu-man. It was strange how their species
separated into two different sexes: 'male' and 'female'. Bran-don's body was
similar to the Grish by having a seed producing pouch (though it was pink), a
pole to shoot from and a seed taking entrance that wasn't in front like Hu-man
females but where it was supposed to be - in the rear. Yet the boy lacked a
belly pouch to grow their young. Lan-eev longed for them to mate. If the Great
Fanged One smiled on them, he would be blessed with a child climbing to his
pouch. Was this not Foreseen by the Most Revered Elder?
Brandon felt eyes on him from everyone. He dropped his in shame. That
gesture of offering beer to a man-beast meant that he also offered himself
for sex though it was unheard of for a boy to do so. It was difficult enduring
the ensuing silence.
Mrs. Canterson remembered her manners. She took the two empty soup bowls
from the table and gestured her three daughters to attend to their washing.
The boy was left alone with the man-beasts.
"Eat?" asked Sneev.
A nod came from Brandon. He'd lost his hunger but to say "no" could earn
him unwanted wrath from these man-beasts. He knew they were quick to anger.
"Bring food!" commanded Sneev. He gestured for Bran-don to sit at the
table with them on Lan-eev's right side. The boy reluctantly took his seat.
Mrs. Canterson was at a loss. Should she serve Brandon the fried chicken
she'd prepared for her family's meal? No. That would insult the man-beasts
who didn't eat meat. The woman filled a bowl of barley soup. It could be
eaten by the boy.
Brandon was handed a spoon. "Thank you, Ma'am." He didn't meet the
woman's eyes. Sneev was speaking to his young companion in whispers. They
didn't need to since the boy couldn't understand their guttural language
even if they had been shouting.
"You are aware, my friend, that a Hu-man's rear opening can be dirty?
They can't Splash prior to mating."
Lan-eev nodded. "I desire not to stick in a Hu-man's front opening." He'd
witnessed older companions mounting Hu-mans but their rounded breast bulges
were ugly! Bran-don's chest was flat like the Grish. He bore a seed producing
pouch hanging between his legs and a pole to deliver it. A very attractive
rear end!
Sneev clicked his tongue. "The boy's entrance will prove tight if he is
willing to offer it to you. Force nothing, I warn."
It was known that Hu-man females resisted the Grish but only that first
mounting. Then their front openings couldn't get enough seed to satisfy them.
It was a wasted offering since no child came from it yet the lust from single
Grish males could be satisfied without having to resort to using an old one
whose seed taking entrance lacked the proper tightness or cleansing Splash.
Lan-eev's eyes focused on his friend. "I hope to mate with Bran-don."
That drew a sharp glance from Sneev when he realized what he meant: to perform
that most sacred act of giving seed to each other. No Grish had ever willingly
been spermed by a Hu-man.
"Bath water!" commanded Sneev. That sent the woman from their table to
fill her boiling kettles.
Relief filled Brandon. He shyly peered over at the woman and her three
daughters at the sink who spoke in low tones together. That ended when Sneev
made a hissing sound between his sharp teeth and pointed at them.
"Eat?"
That wasn't a command from Sneev yet Brandon dipped his spoon into the
barley soup. This was man-beasts' food yet it tasted good. Mrs. Canterson had
prepared it. The boy was too nervous to be hungry but his bowl soon emptied.
The boy's every move had been watched by the younger man-beast.
"Bran-don, good."
What had Sneev meant by that remark? For finishing his soup?
"Lan-eev, good. You to he name given. An honor for he be chief's young."
Sneev was pointing to his companion who brought both his hands up to his
chest. He tapped over his heart with his left hand. His right hand reached
out to him. To shake? The boy had made that dumb mistake earlier so he kept
his hands pressed tightly against his side.
Quick words were exchanged between the man-beasts. Brandon heard his name
mentioned a few times. Then Sneev turned to him with expectation in his eyes.
"Hu-mans to do hands. Make good. Yes?"
Brandon figured that he meant humans shake hands together to be friendly.
"Yes. It is good."
"Lan-eev want you to. Make good."
Brandon lifted his right hand and reached across himself to shake hands.
It was a meeting of his five fingered pink hand to a brown four fingered hand.
He felt Lan-eev's trembling as if in fright or, the boy figured more likely,
came from the man-beast's excitement. A beer mug had been offered to him and
accepted. Sex would surely follow that ritual. For now, they only shook hands.
Lan-eev's fingers felt like a vice grip so the boy met that challenge. He tried
squeezing his four fingers and thumb around the man-beast's hand as hard as he
could. That earned him an approving grin.
"Good." Sneev turned to the woman commanding, "More beer!"
Mrs. Canterson sent her youngest daughter to collect the empty mugs. Clare
peered at Brandon for an uneasy moment before returning to her mother's side.
The woman filled them herself from a cask that the man-beasts had brought to
those houses their kind were known to frequent. She returned to the table. A
mug each was set before Sneev and Lan-eev. When she glanced at Brandon who sat
fidgeting in his chair, she whispered her request.
"Do you think they want you to drink with them?"
Brandon looked to Sneev who gave him a nod. Humans were never offered the
man-beasts' beer but the boy felt he should. The woman returned with his mug,
setting it at the edge of the table to indicate she didn't want to have sex
with him. He reached over for it but paused from drinking. No toasting ritual
was being offered him by the man-beasts. They were already downing theirs. A
sip was taken of this dark brew. It tasted bitter at first yet a strong
sweetness filled his mouth. He swallowed. Foam tickled his nose. They were
requesting more beer. The boy slowly downed the contents of his mug.
The man-beasts spoke to each other in happy tones. Brandon was feeling
the affects of alcohol so he passed on a second mug. They had downed three
already and were being given yet another. The woman knew how drink mellowed
man-beasts. And made them real horny. Her pussy tingled in the expectation of
getting a long 'drink' from Sneev's loins later tonight.
Brandon felt left out. The man-beasts were slapping each other on the
back and broke into song. It was harsh to hear. The boy felt the need to piss
so after muttering his excuse to leave the table (that went unnoticed), he
bowed to them and hurriedly left the room. He staggered out of the house into
the cool night air. That didn't lessen the burning to his cheeks. Not from
drinking alcohol but in anticipation of fulfilling the beer offering ritual.
Did Lan-eev expect sex from him? The boy shucked his pants down. He waddled
further from the house before letting go in the dark. Relief came to him when
his yellow stream flowed. His dick still kept its piss hard on afterwards
because it ached for another kind of release. He clamped his hand around it. A
pulling began to see if that old pleasure was still denied him. He fondled his
butt, imagining that young man-beast taking it.
"No do," a voice begged out of the darkness.
Brandon was startled from his pleasure. His hands flew from the naked
parts of his body and hung at his side. He gasped. Lan-eev had pressed his
hands over his erection and his butt.
"Good..." breathed Lan-eev. He felt the boy's excitement in front and
enjoyed fondling his smooth cheeks. A finger was stuck between them to bring
back the seed taking entrance's smell to his nose. Strangely musky. Yet it
excited him to know that he would be fitting his seed giving pole in there.
Brandon was trembling all over but he didn't run away. This man-beast
obviously wanted his ass. No escaping that now, the boy realized. There was
nowhere to hide. Not that he didn't want to get fucked. It was just that his
wishing for it was stronger than the fulfillment. He remembered how much he
longed to get a dog to mount him. Yet when the actual moment came, that stick
of a dick had hurt bad when penetrating his asshole. When he got used to its
uncomfortable fullness in his butt, he endured a greater pain from getting
tied together. Would it hurt a lot for a man-beast to fuck him?
Lan-eev's hand was palming over Bran-don's cheeks. They were without fur
as he'd seen at the Guard Post, smooth and warm to the touch. His seed giving
pole quickly stood against his belly but he wouldn't take this boy now. They
needed to bathe first. That shared pleasure would put his potential mate at
ease and through testing, prove if they would perform the Dual Mating Rite.
At any moment, Brandon expected to be given the "Down!" command. At least
it was dark outside. Neither Mrs. Canterson, her daughters nor her parents
would witness him being taken in the butt. Soft grass was felt beneath his
feet. It became an uneasy moment when the man-beast's hands left him. The boy
heard panting but that could be his own coming from being so excited.
Lan-eev took Bran-don's hand. A firm pulling had the boy following him
back to the house who struggled to pull up his pants. They passed through the
kitchen. A knowing grin was offered him from Sneev who crouched before a fire
on his haunches. His tail was snaked around his legs in obvious contentment.
He hadn't even done the Hu-man woman yet.
Brandon looked towards the table. Mrs. Canterson, her parents and her
three daughters had sat down to eat. Fried chicken filled their plates. No
bowls of barley or beer mugs there. The men folk had already eaten. That's
when the youth realized with pride that he was a man for joining the man-beasts
in a drink. Lan-eev kept hold of his right hand when they passed out of the
kitchen. He was sobered by the thought that his butt was about to be taken as
if he were a girl.
They entered the side room. A metal tub stood there but it was empty.
Brandon's hand was let go of. At Lan-eev's gesture to remove his clothes, the
boy slowly pulled off his shirt and pants. He noticed the lustful glances
given him.
Lan-eev was not displeased by what he saw. This Hu-man's body was a mite
thin in the arms and legs and how pale its skin was. Yet golden fur covered
the boy's head that fell in curls about his shoulders. Hair sprouted from his
body in many places lacking only on the face (as expected), and his bottom.
The loins looked strange. A pink seed pouch was familiar in shape to his own
but the boy's limp pole was without a sheath to protect it. Hu-man males had
their skins cut in sacrifice unto their God. A horrible rite that mutilated
the seed giving part of their bodies! Lan-eev shuddered. He eyed the tuft of
dark groin hair that he was told marked this Hu-man's coming of age.
When Lan-eev stepped behind the boy, his eyes fell to those two smooth
half-moons that drew his hand to them. They were strangely attractive in spite
of bearing no black fur. He longed to spread those pale cheeks for a peek at
the youth's seed taking entrance.
Brandon stood trembling while his butt was fondled. His backwards glance
revealed the bulging muscles to the man-beast's right arm. If it came to a
struggle between them, he was no match in strength to prevent getting raped.
Concern filled Lan-eev. The boy was trembling under his hand but perhaps
that came from the chill for not wearing clothes. Hu-mans always covered their
bodies even in the hottest moons of summer. He'd been pleasantly surprised to
see that Bran-don only covered his sex parts in the village. That cloth left
behind in the Guard Post wouldn't be returned. Lan-eev considered it a trophy.
It was filled with the boy's scents that had aroused him. Sweet as expected in
front and a thrilling musky odor from the youth's butt. Sneev had warned him
to make sure Bran-don's hole was rinsed out before mating because the rear
openings in Hu-mans lacked a cleansing gland. Grish bodies released a watery
fluid to splash out waste. That way, a seed giving pole stuck inside it wasn't
soiled. Old ones like that food Collector could no longer keep their entrance
clean because their Splash gland had dried up along with their eggs.
Brandon turned to the tub. He longed to wash his body and the hot water
would help ease his tension. Where was that woman with the bath water? Lan-eev
had stopped touching his butt. He stepped in front of him with those dark eyes
glaring back. The boy felt the need to drop his. Long brown fingers curled
under his chin, gently lifting it so they would look upon each other's faces.
Lan-eev seemed very young. Could he be a boy-beast? His brown cheeks were
flat. A small nose. Fangs sprung from his lips that looked menacing. Widening
irises like an owl's peered back at the youth but not unkindly.
"Me good?"
Brandon quickly nodded in reply and dropped his eyes down the man-beast.
He was shy at first to look upon Lan-eev's nakedness but when his gazes were
welcomed, the boy stared more boldly. Muscles bulged in his smooth brown chest
that lacked nipples. Looking lower, he didn't find a navel either. Black fur
covered the beast's belly in such a way that it could be a pouch. Brandon
wanted to feel there and see if it were so but he stopped himself. His eyes
fell lower. No groin hair. A firm sheath with its red dick sticking out was
what the boy longed to grasp but again, he felt reluctant. A black sac of
balls hung between this man-beast's stout legs. They looked swollen.
Lan-eev saw what the boy stared at. Seed was filling his balls sac that
had ached him since the last full moon which proved he'd come of age. How he
ached to release its first load! The Most Revered Elder had Foreseen that a
newly named Grish would mate with a willing Hu-man male whose Dual Passing of
seed would bring forth a new life from their joining. Was Bran-don and him the
ones Foreseen? This youth's pink seed giving pole was erect that proved he was
excited. Its hand spanning length didn't match his in stature but their poles
were about the same thickness. They were close to touching.
Brandon was proud of the size of his dick. It was longer than most boys
his age and would grow even longer when he reached manhood. Standing so close
to Lan-eev had him feeling his bodily heat. A sweetness filled the air from
the man-beast's male dripping. His red dick was really long! The boy wanted
to press himself against his companion so he did. A sharp thrill went through
his dick. Brown hands rushed to his pale hips; not to push him away but in a
low hug between them. Then their chests pressed together in warmth.
A strong smell filled Brandon's nose when he breathed in the man-beast. It
reminded him of a horse who sweated after a long ride. That musky odor was very
attractive to the boy. His dick throbbed in excitement and it was answered by
Lan-eev's throbbing. Their hard loins were pressed together. The boy reached
low for the man-beast's butt. Strong hands held his butt. When he pulled over
them hairy cheeks, that got their dicks rubbing with sharp building thrills.
To Lan-eev's surprise and utter dismay, he felt his seed giving pole
shooting to the boy's belly. A terrible waste since his first release should
have been put inside Bran-don's seed taking entrance. "Oh, Great Fanged One!"
he pleaded. "Forgive me!"
When the man-beast spermed, Brandon heard him wailing in that strange
tongue of his. He wanted to join him in that joyous release. Lan-eev kept
shooting and shooting. The boy's pink dick was drowning in thick beastly sperm.
The thrills in him grew sharper towards that sweet explosion soon to come. He
felt his butt being held by really strong hands. The boy looked up at his
companion's face with much longing but what he saw didn't match how he was
feeling. Lan-eev appeared to be mad by baring his fangs at him like he was
going to bite. The boy wanted to leap away but his backside was being held too
strongly to escape. He lifted his hands and locked them behind the man-beast's
back. He buried his face in Lan-eev's neck. "Please don't be angry!" the boy
begged him.
Lan-eev heard anguish in the boy's voice though he didn't understand most
of his words. Only 'angry' was known to him. Bran-don thought that he was mad
at him for releasing his seed prematurely? It wasn't so! but he didn't know
enough Hu-man words to comfort him. His hands lifted to clutch the boy's thin
shoulders. He was about to swoon when the pleasure from seeding became intense.
He kept shooting that wouldn't end for many more heartbeats.
Brandon felt the man-beast's weight in his arms. Was he going to faint?
The boy kept his tight hold of Lan-eev. Strong spurts kept spilling to his
belly so maybe his companion had fallen deep in the thralls of ecstasy. He'd
misread that angry look on his face. That had to be it! The boy resumed
thrusting against the man-beast's dick that felt very slippery and hot. His
thrills grew sharper and with a deeply held breath, he shot a load from his
balls. Such pleasure from it! His breaths came out as high-pitched cries.
When Lan-eev's seed pouch was close to emptying, he returned to himself.
The boy in his arms was crying out again and again. In fear? No. His wailing
matched the beat of his stabs against his spurting pole. Both were releasing.
He smelled their male sweetness and then he didn't feel so bad about what
they've done in his heart. Bran-don was a Hu-man male so there were no eggs in
his body that could be fertilized. It wasn't for naught that his seed had
spilled between them because they were sharing the joy that comes from a first
mating. A greater thing was also achieved. Love began to fill their hearts.
Brandon heard his name being softly spoken in his ear. The man-beast's
tail tenderly wound around his waist. That brought the boy to tears. His dick
had stopped sperming but the tremendous feelings only grew stronger in him.
They came from his heart. The boy cried out this man-beast's name. "Lan-eev!"
A melodic song sprang from the man-beast's lips. Brandon had never heard
one speak so sweetly. His face was lifted as if in prayer. The boy made his
own plea unto his Lord Thy God asking if what he was doing was worthy in His
eyes. He added, 'I feel strongly in my heart for this beast in my arms who
should be my enemy. It may not be right that a boy does this with... a man but
my spirit directs me to give all that I have to Lan-eev. He is young as I am,
and gentle he has been to me. I don't hope for love, Lord. Yet if our joining
fills our hearts than so be it. Please! Protect and guide me down this strange
path my feet have begun to walk. I'm feeling a little scared about it.'
Lan-eev ended his prayer unto the Great Fanged One. He lowered his eyes
to Bran-don and saw him praying too. Not to the Grish God, surely! Yet unheard
words that seemed like pleading were formed on the boy's lips. Their eyes met.
Brandon swallowed nervously in his throat. He dropped his gaze since no
one was supposed to look a man-beast in the eye for long. Not that anyone in
the village had ever been punished for doing so. They didn't want to invite
their conqueror's wrath upon them. It was hopeless to resist these beasts in
man form who outnumbered them, possessed greater strength in spite of their
short stature and from a tremendous masculinity, they had bespelled all the
women folk who longed to mate with them as the boy had done. He found himself
looking Lan-eev boldly in the eye. The man-beast smiled knowingly back at him
with love shining in his eyes. They held each other for a long while.
That's how Sneev found them when hefting two boiling kettles into the
side room. He set them down. Male sweetness was smelt in the air too strongly
for seed to have passed inside the other. Lan-eev and Bran-don were facing
each other. A glazed look was in their eyes. That's when Sneev realized how
this couple had made love. He smiled slyly to himself. It wasn't a common act
so no Grish speaks of it but when one is pregnant before the birthed young has
made his upwards climb into the pouch, their seed giving poles rubbed together
for release since stabbing into a seed taking entrance risked their unborn
child within.
Lan-eev noticed that his friend stood at his side. Shyly, he peered at
Sneev to read the expression on his face. Did he approve of the love act that
took place between him and this Hu-man or was he disgusted that seed had been
wasted by not filling their rear entrances? The boy's body held no eggs but
his did. Perhaps there was no chance that a new life could come from their
cross-species mating even when properly performed.
"My heart swells in the oneness of yours," said Sneev. He'd seen his
friend's eyes become troubled so he spoke up quickly to assure him that he
was very happy for him and that his uncommon act to make love wasn't wrong.
Relief filled Lan-eev. Then happiness burst in his heart to gain his
friend's approval which strengthened how he felt for Bran-don. Sneev's hands
gripped both their shoulders and his brown tail gingerly coiled around his
waist. Only the closest of friends who weren't mated were permitted to touch
that way. Lan-eev's tail gripped his Hu-man lover's waist as a sign that he
was strongly considering him as a mate.
"I have brought the bath water," said Sneev. He sniffed. "The two of you
are in need of cleaning."
Lan-eev laughed. "This Hu-man stinks!" He'd meant the sweat that comes
from performing hard labor and it was known that Bran-don was a farm boy. He
probably had dirt under the edges of them shiny fingertip protrusions. Ugh!
"Yes. A strong smell but it is not repulsive to my nose. It reminds me
of those sweet moons when I stood with my mate before either of us were about
to give birth."
That made Lan-eev grow wide in the eyes. "You have performed this same act
as I did standing belly to belly with Bran-don?"
"Yes, my friend. You are young!"
By that, Sneev meant that he was inexperienced about the life shared
amongst mated couples. Lan-eev laughed, mostly out of a sense of wonder. His
thoughts turned to the reason his friend had come to this Hu-man's house
tonight that wasn't just to partake of the woman's good tasting soup. He gave
Sneev a toothy grin. "Is your seed producing pouch still tight?"
Sneev answered, "No. I have been sated by the woman for now. Didn't you
hear her loud wailing in the next room?
Lan-eev shook his head. He recalled how loudly Bran-don and him had cried
out from the pleasure of making love together. Sneev's dick had stuck into the
woman's seed taking entrance but it wouldn't fertilize her eggs. A Grish was
often in need to release his tightening seed producing pouch and sadly, Sneev
had lost his mate in the War like many other couples. A Hu-man female's front
entrance gave vent to their lust. They were easy to bespell that had them
craving to be mounted all the time. No Hu-man male offered his rear entrance
to be filled with Grish seed. Bran-don may prove to accept it.
As if knowing his friend's thoughts, Sneev said, "A first mating, no
matter how it is performed (a sly grin) can be overpowering to the most
foolish of hearts."
Those words struck Lan-eev though he didn't understand what his friend
meant by them.
"Look at him," asked Sneev.
While they'd been talking, Bran-don has kept a tight hold around him
with his face pressed in his neck. He felt the boy's breaths cool him there.
"Is this Hu-man being foolish or do you mean that I am?" asked Lan-eev.
"Both of you," answered Sneev with a sly grin, "or neither. The coming
moons will reveal this truth in its light. May its sacred glow fill both of
your hearts."
"I hope that it will be so." Lan-eev began tickling the boy's smooth
behind with the end of his tail. "Do you think he will let me flood his seed
taking entrance as the Hu-man females have whether he loves me or not? I don't
know enough words in his tongue to ask him."
Sneev shook his head. "I haven't mastered their language. Why not wait
and see if Bran-don will want to turn from you. But remember what I've warned
you about."
"We are soon to take a bath. The boy needs much cleaning." Lan-eev's eyes
flared after speaking that last word.
Sneev laughed. "I am sure about that. You should know that a Hu-man
female's front entrance is like an old one's seed taking entrance. Loose.
This boy's rear hole is firm like your sheath so be gentle with your cleaning
finger and slow with inserting your seed giving pole so he won't be hurt.
Don't erect fully. There are no eggs to be found in his... butt."
Brandon had been trying to follow the man-beasts' conversation but the
only words he understood was his name and 'butt' had been spoken.
"That a Hu-man word you last spoke," asked Lan-eev. "What does it mean?"
"A butt is the rear end of a Hu-man. His two half moons."
Lan-eev smiled. "Butt, butt, butt. I like the sound of their word that
describes what attracts Bran-don to me amongst his other favorable features.
What do Hu-mans call their seed taking entrance?"
"Butt hole." Sneev saw that Bran-don had turned his face towards them
when hearing Hu-man words.
Brandon knew that they were talking about his butt. Lan-eev was tickling
it with the end of his tail. When Sneev said 'butt hole', he gasped. He felt
a seeking between his cheeks by a wiggling snake!
"What are his other favorable features?" asked Sneev. He stood behind
Bran-don to check out his butt. It was lacking fur and so pale looking. In a
test of this boy's willingness to be taken (Hu-man females practically fell to
their backs when he passed them), he got his seed giving pole to erect and
rubbed it over the boy's cheeks back and forth. Lan-eev's tail pulled out.
Sneev directed his knob in between those two pale half moons until he pressed
against its entrance. Bran-don stood up tall. His butt tightened in fear.
"No, Sneev! I only want to give my butt to Lan-eev." His arms tightened
around the young man-beast and he hoped that his pledge would be honored.
Though Sneev only understood a few of the boy's words, he withdrew his
pole back into its sheath. Lan-eev coiled his tail around Bran-don's waist
while giving him a tight protective hug. He asked the boy, "Your females give
to Grish. Your butt not given me?"
"I only want Lan-eev to," Brandon answered. He figured that 'Grish' was
what the man-beasts called themselves.
Sneev answered, "I no take you butt hole. Lan-eev want to. So do a Grish,
that Grish and more Grish in it want."
Brandon pondered over what Sneev was trying to say. Like many man-beasts,
he spoke in a guttural accent and knew too few words. The boy already figured
that Lan-eev wanted to fuck his butt. Sneev was probably saying that other
Grish might want to as well. The thought of being consecutively mounted
excited the boy. Then a bad feeling struck him. He'd seen the women and older
girls who let themselves get fucked by lots of man-beasts. They left their
offering afterwards but nothing was given from their hearts. He wanted the
chance to win Lan-eev's love. Not just get a wet butt from him.
"No more talk!" scolded Lan-eev. "The bath water is getting cold."
Sneev clicked his tongue. "You are showing wisdom at last, my friend. My
heart swells that you may have found a mate for yourself."
"I hope so. The coming moons will reveal if this proves so." He watched
Sneev pour out each kettle into the tub. Steam rose from it. Bran-don turned
his head to look inside with a low sigh. Yes. It will be good to clean their
bodies and share this pleasure. They waited until Sneev had returned with cold
water in those kettles. They were poured in and his friend's hand tested the
temperature.
"Bran-don. You hand to in. Good?"
With much reluctance, Brandon let go of the young man-beast in his arms
so he could stick his hand into their bath water. It was a bit hot. He timidly
stepped in with his right foot. Lan-eev held his waist to steady him in case
he needed to spring out of the tub. The boy didn't. They both stepped into the
steaming water.
"Clean your new friend to your satisfaction." Sneev had stressed that
last word.
Lan-eev looked down at his shrunken seed producing pouch and laughed.
"There is none left for me to give," he said in a disappointing voice.
"Don't be so sure, my friend! You young ones can always come up with seed
to offer their mate. I'm off to give that Hu-man female another ride!"
Lan-eev laughed. He raised his right hand in farewell to his good friend.
Then turning to Bran-don, the smile on his face turned to one of deep longing.
He slowly sat down in the hot water. The boy joined him.
Brandon was glad that this was a big tub. He'd bathed with his older
brothers in one like this though with four boys, it got a bit crowded. He
didn't even try to prevent bumping into someone. The sensation of naked bodies
rubbing together had always gotten him excited. His dick erected and Paul,
who was the second youngest, often bore a hard on too. Their two elder
brothers were all business in cleaning themselves (a task their mother had
left to them when they were old enough to take over for her) but Paul and him
made a fun game out of washing much to Toomey and Lector's dismay. Water
usually swam over the floor after their bath.
Now Brandon was sitting in a tub with a man-beast. With a trembling sigh,
the boy splashed water over himself. Lan-eev did the same to himself. He was
careful not to wet his long hair but Brandon rinsed his. It stank of the farm.
He was reaching for the lard cake on the bench when Lan-eev snatched it up
with his tail. It was brought back to his brown hand and rubbed against the
boy's chest, over his arms and under them, his neck, and then that hand went
lower. The sensation tickled his tummy.
Lan-eev smiled to hear the boy giggle. He felt something sticking into
the back of his hand. Hmm. Didn't Hu-mans withdraw their seed giving poles
back into their sheathes when cleaning themselves? He remembered that Bran-don
didn't have a sheath. He rubbed the bar of soap over the boy's thighs with
many return visits to his balls sac. It felt loose. Was there any seed left in
it to give him?
Brandon just sat there while the man-beast tended to his lower body with
the soap. His legs were cleaned down to the soles of his feet. That tickled!
Lan-eev splashed water over him. Then his brown palms swirled over his chest
with a lingering over his tits that stiffened because of the neat sensation.
The boy looked over at his companion. His breast bulged with muscles but he
bore no tits there. He pointed at his left tit and said the word for it.
Lan-eev repeated it to his satisfaction. "Why don't you have tits?" When the
man-beast shook his head from not understanding what he was being asked,
Brandon touched to his own tits then pointed at his companion's brown chest.
Lan-eev reached down for his pouch with a finger slipping inside. "Tit."
Hu-man females provided their child with milk from a pair of bulging breasts.
It was the least attractive part of their bodies so that's why no Grish ever
wanted to press their chests against them. Bran-don's breast was flat. Yet it
bore a pair of tits over them. They'd erected under his swirling palms. He saw
how much pleasure that had given the boy so his fingers returned to them.
Bran-don moaned softly.
Those brown hands made their way slowly down the front of him. A finger
curiously poked into the boy's navel. The Grish didn't have those either but
Brandon was feeling too good to bother asking about that right now. When
Lan-eev reached his dick in the water, he seemed too shy to clasp it. The boy
wanted him to. Both his pink hands closed around the man-beast's brown one,
making him grip his erection. A sharp breath blew out Brandon's nose because
of the thrilling sensation. His dick always felt very sensitive when it was
soapy wet. Paul and him had naughtily pulled over each other's erections in
the tub that was ignored by their older brothers.
Lan-eev feared getting the boy to release seed. He had a better place to
put it than to spill in their dirty bath water. His left hand cupped Bran-don's
balls sac. They felt very loose. There was nothing remaining to squirt into
his seed taking entrance, it seemed.
Brandon noticed how the man-beast often touched his balls. He spread his
legs in the tub. Fingers swirled over his sac and gently felt each orb. The
boy gasped when there was a seeking in his butt. Its entrance was fingered.
"To clean," explained Lan-eev.
Brandon nodded uneasily. He'd let a dog stick into his hole so what was a
finger's penetration? The boy laid down more fully in the tub with his knees
spreading to give the man-beast access to his butt. He gasped. The sensation
of getting his asshole penetrated felt strange. No pain as he was expecting.
Lan-eev pulled his finger out, soaped up his fingers then cleaned out his butt
with their gentle insertions one at a time. The beast's red dick was popped out
of its sheath. The boy wondered what it would be like to feel it in his ass.
"Butt good!" said Lan-eev. The boy had accepted soapy fingers in his seed
taking entrance. He rinsed it. Heavy panting came from his mouth and that's
when he noticed how his seed giving pole was fully erected. It lusted to stick
in Bran-don now. Not yet! he scolded himself. With much effort, he willed his
pole to withdraw back into its sheath.
Relief filled Brandon. He thought the man-beast was going to fuck him
right there in the tub. A gesture was given him to sit up. The boy did, water
splashed over him from two brown hands. Lan-eev's tending touched his heart.
He was glad that the beast wasn't rushing things with him.
After being thoroughly rinsed, Brandon searched for that lard cake in the
water. His hand found it against Lan-eev's left butt cheek. He felt the fur
covering it that was like he was wearing a skiff in the tub. The soap was
brought up to clean the man-beast's neck, arms and chest. The boy's every move
was being watched that made him nervous. His hand was reluctant to go any
lower. A brown hand covered his and the soap was rubbed against the black fur
to his pouch. A very unusually thing to have, the boy thought. His breaths
trembled when he was led down to Lan-eev's sheath. His dick had withdrawn
inside it. He stuck timid fingers in there to clean it as he's done to the
sheaths of stallions. No urines stones were found. Brown eyes shined down at
him by his tending. He cleaned the man-beast's balls sac. They felt tight
which meant there was seed remaining in them. The boy wanted to get his butt
filled after their bath. He cupped them with much longing.
Lan-eev couldn't stop his seed giving pole from erecting. He saw in
Bran-don's blue eyes the longing he felt to hold that part of his body. If he
had any seed left, it would be given to his mate. What was that Hu-man word?
'Butt hole.' Yes. He would squirt his love into this Hu-man boy if he was
willing to take it.
They splashed at each other to rinse the front part of their bodies that
turned into a game. When Brandon sent water up to Lan-eev's chest, his own
chest was splashed. He liked watching those cupped brown hands lifting from
their bath water. A desire came in the boy to hold them in his pink hands but
he stopped himself. Sadness filled him. He realized that his father and likely
his three brothers had died at the hands of man-beasts. How could he give his
heart to Lan-eev?
"Bad?" Lan-eev had seen that troubled look on the boy's face.
Brandon grew angry with himself. This Grish was too young to have fought
in the War yet the boy had mixed feelings about being with the enemy. He
violently shook his head, trying to rid his head of such troubling thoughts.
Lan-eev grasped the boy's slim shoulders. He wanted Bran-don to turn
around in the tub.
It was a relief for Brandon to turn away. He was still struggling with
forgetting who was taking a bath with him. An enemy of the humans. His hands
gripped the edge of the tub while Lan-eev tended to his back with the soap.
How strong they felt. A club was deadly in a man-beast's hands. Was that how
his kin died from a bashed in head or crushed ribs?
Lan-eev saw the boy trembling under his hands. He let go of the soap so
that he could comfort Bran-don. Why was he afraid? Maybe his furless body was
getting chilled since their bath water had cooled. He rubbed warmth back into
the boy.
Brandon slowly relaxed while his back was massaged. It felt good, making
him realize that the strength of a Grish could be turned to something other
than killing. Tears ran down the boy's cheeks. He was glad that Lan-eev
couldn't see his face and ask him why he was crying. They didn't even know
enough words in each other language to talk about it.
After pleasuring Bran-don with his hands for a while, Lan-eev rested them
by reaching around the boy's smooth pale body to hold him. He pressed his chin
over his companion's right shoulder. They shared warmth.
Brandon really needed that hug. He'd stopped crying though his head was
still in a turmoil. This man-beast's display of tenderness didn't match what
he's been told about their brutal and cruel ways. That's how they'd won the
War against the humans it was said. To befriend Lan-eev and... love him in a
way that seemed unnatural to the boy made him feel twisted inside.
Lan-eev's gentle hands urged the boy to turn around. They faced each other
in the tub. Love shined in the beast's eyes for him. Brandon shyly dropped his
gaze because no one had ever looked at him that way before. Only his mother.
Lan-eev wasn't his father. This beast's love for him was like that of a wife's
but he wasn't a woman or even human. The boy felt that it would be a betrayal
to his people and himself to love outside his race. He'd not attain true
manhood by giving his butt away.
When Brandon peered over at Lan-eev again, the love in his glowing eyes
hadn't faded. He resisted the beast's spell. Reaching down into the water for
the soap, he brought it up to clean his hair. The boy's eyes stung bad. He
splashed water into them but the pain persisted. A strong hand relieved him
of the soap. Splashes went to his face from Lan-eev and the hurt to his eyes
faded. A gentle finger caressed his cheeks. It ran a path across his nose then
fell to press against the boy's lips. They trembled. He wondered if man-beasts
knew about kissing?
"Bad!"
Brandon's eyes snapped open. He saw Lan-eev pointing up at his black hair
and wondered what he'd meant. When the man-beast splashed water over his head,
the boy understood. He was given the gesture to soap it up.
Lan-eev crouched towards the boy who cleaned his hair. It hung loose at
his shoulders. Only old ones braided theirs and to couples, they announced
their pairing by binding it with gold wire. If Bran-don and him became mates,
they would bind their hair likewise when a child resulted from their love.
Water was cupped in Brandon's hands to rinse Lan-eev's hair. Them brown
eyes were closed so the boy was able to look at his face without feeling shy.
It was brown in color, smooth to the touch and the man... beast's lips were
trembling. Without thinking before he acted, Brandon leaned over to press his
lips against them. His tender act of love drew a violent response.
"No!" shouted Lan-eev. He rushed to his feet in the tub.
Brandon gasped in fright. When he saw anger in the man-beast's eyes, he
lowered his in shame. Lan-eev had rejected his kiss. Tears welled up in the
boy's eyes and he began to sob. What he'd suspected about the beasts were true!
They only wanted to use humans by venting their lust in them; not give love.
Lan-eev recovered from his fright. He stopped baring his fangs in warning
at the Hu-man when hearing his mournful wailings. Bran-don had hurled his arms
about his head to hide his display of sadness. What was the significants to
touching mouths? He looked towards the door for Sneev to ask him. Faint to his
ears, he heard a Hu-man's joyful wailing coming from another part of the house.
Sneev was emptying his seed giving pouch in her. An aching filled Lan-eev's
heart for the boy. He didn't understand why Bran-don cried but comfort would
be given him.
Brandon felt the man-beast's strong arms coming around him but they
weren't harsh. He heard soft humming punctuated by tongue clucking. A song?
It soothed the boy who slowly relaxed in Lan-eev's embrace.
Relief filled Lan-eev. The boy was responding to his song that was given
to pouchlings when they cried. His seed giving parent had sung to him whenever
he'd felt afraid. Bran-don wasn't his child. Yet if his singing soothed him,
he did not feel ashamed. Even the Grish Chief wasn't too proud to sing to his
child. His mate loved him the more so because of his tenderness.
When Bran-don peered up shyly at him, Lan-eev smiled. "No bad?" he asked.
The boy shook his head in response. His arms pulled from the Hu-man who showed
puzzlement in his sky blue eyes. "To bath."
The man-beast turned himself around in the tub. Brandon quickly wiped his
eyes dry. Lan-eev's tail found the soap in the water and it was handed to him.
Oh. 'To bath' meant that he wanted his back cleaned. The boy lathered it up.
Stripes of brown and white fur formed distinctive patterns over his back. It
looked soft. His left hand (clutching the soap) timidly felt them. He was
about to palm over Lan-eev's back with his right hand but stopped himself.
Lan-eev had peered back at the boy to try reading his face. Did Bran-don
like the rear of his body? It was difficult interpreting a Hu-man's face but
when he saw that pink hand reaching towards him, hope filled his heart. Yet
that hand didn't land on him. The boy was too shy or he was afraid to do so.
His brown tail coiled around Bra-don's right hand to assure him that he could
feel his fur. In the next moment, the boy did.
Brandon watched himself palming over the man-beast's furry back. The
white stripes felt softer than the brown parts. He wondered why that was so.
It was like touching a gentle fawn who'd come out of the forest to befriend
him. The hair was short clipped or more likely grew that way.
Lan-eev enjoyed the boy's hands over his back. Only his parents had ever
touched him there. Couples gave pleasure to each other in massages that often
led to mating. Did Bran-don realize what he was doing? To test the boy, he
slowly stood up and grasped the edge of the tub. He bent over while his tail
gently wrapped around Bran-don's waist. The tip of it wound around the boy's
seed giving part that felt stiff. Lan-eev desired to join their bodies at that
moment but reluctance came to him. No Hu-man had ever stuck into a Grish
coming from love. There'd been reports of battlefield atrocities where a
fallen warrior had been raped by Hu-mans to dishonor him even in death. He
didn't want to suffer that fate! Yet the swelling in his heart for this young
Hu-man would have him risking it. He'd then pass his seed to this boy coming
from love as well.
Brandon's soapy hands fell down the man-beast's back. He was about to
touch upon Lan-eev's butt when he stood up in the tub, bending over to stick
it out at him. A long brown tail wound around the boy's waist. He gasped when
the end of it coiled around his erection. His eyes were glued to the beast's
butt. It was covered in black fur. A long ago memory popped into Brandon's
head that he'd nearly forgotten. He'd touched a black butt before when he was
six or seven years old. A man had let him.
Many years ago, the King's swordsmen had stopped to rest in his village.
Men in armor who wielded long swords strapped at their waists. Brandon had
thought that their blades were like a second cock for all to see. He longed to
spy on their actual manhood and a black swordsman had given him that chance.
A hot summer's day had drawn Brandon for a swim in the pond. He'd forgone
wearing his skiff due to his young age but also, Tine wasn't with him. One of
the King's swordsmen had. After stripping out of his armor, clothes and his
boots, the black man dived into the pond to join him. The boy had never seen a
man of his color before. Kempler was a Sworn to the King who required respect
yet they played silly games in the water: tag, diving for stones and the man
let him ride his back when he raced across the pond with strong arm surges and
leg kicks. It had been thrilling for Bran.
After their swim, Kemp and Bran had lain over the grass on their bellies.
They had talked about lots of things: the King, how his swordsmen were off to
conquer other lands filled with wild people and the strange beasts found
there. That excited the boy. His eyes often wandered to the man's black butt.
It stuck out nicely from his body. Bran had touched it to shoo away a fly.
Kemp welcomed his touch and asked for a massage. That drew the boy's hands to
press over them black cheeks and they spread apart so that he could peek on
the man's hole. The youth didn't understand his interest to see it but his
pole sprang an erection that didn't go unnoticed by Kemp. The man asked him to
stab between his cheeks with his little 'sword'. Bran did. He stuck his pole
in and Kemp's butt tightened around his swift stabs. It had felt so good! Kemp
said that he enjoyed the boy's ride but sadly, his little sword wasn't of
length to sheathe in him. Bran tried his best to but only the knob to his dick
reached the man's hole. They played this naked game for a while and lots of
thrills were given to the boy. Kemp was thrilled too. He took his turn at
'sword play' in the youth's butt.
It had been scary when Kemp stuck his big black cock through Bran's
cheeks. His strong hands bade him to tighten them around his shallow blows.
The boy did, gasping when he felt the man's knob against his hole but it
wasn't penetrated. Kemp explained that his sword was too big to sheathe itself
but the trying still felt good. Bran surrendered himself to the man's need. He
ended up with a wet butt afterwards.
Brandon came out of his thoughts. He'd forgotten about Kemp until seeing
Lan-eev's black furred butt that reminded him of that nice man. His hands
lowered to its slim shape. The fur was thick there and very soft. When the
man-beast moaned from his caresses, Brandon knew that he was enjoying having
his butt fondled as much as Kemp did.
Lan-eev spread his feet in the water. His tail pointed straight up and a
Splash went through his seed taking entrance. That was a Grish gesture that he
wanted to be seeded; a first mating for him. He chose this Hu-man for that
honor that came not only from lust but also from his heart.
Brandon saw the man-beast offering his butt to him. That made his dick
throb with lust but a more powerful sensation came from his heart. He wanted
to... no needed to join with Lan-eev! Their union would bring a child to his
pouch. The boy was surprised to know that. He stared at the protruding asshole
that reminded him of his dream about Tine who'd turned into a man-beast he'd
made love to on the bank. A human's seed had filled the beast. In turn, his
butt was filled with love but no child would fill his belly. They weren't the
same species. No woman or girl had become pregnant after laying with the
man-beasts. How could he give Lan-eev a baby?
When the man-beast's butt pressed onto Brandon's face, he kissed it. The
fur tickled his nose. He remembered that his mouth kisses had been rejected
but Lan-eev welcomed them over his slim cheeks while he moaned. His nose
slipped into the crack of this hairy butt. A strong scent was smelled. It
reminded him of flowers that bees gathered nectar from to make honey. The boy
felt something wet against his lips. Its taste reminded him of what had
brushed off from Tine's hand to his after she'd pleasured her wet cunt. It was
a man-beast's sweet seed.
A strong throbbing came from Brandon's dick. He felt such lust to mouth
deeper in the man-beast's butt for its 'honey'. His tongue found its entrance,
or rather, the asshole found him when its protruding tube sucked on his tongue.
The boy's lips sucked around it. His hands squeezed Lan-eev's cheeks as if it
were the opening petals of a flower. He was the bee coaxing a sip of its sweet
nectar. A primal urge came this boy to act as a man. He rushed to his feet. A
seeking stab was given between the black furry cheeks in his hands. Its strong
muscular asshole sucked on his shaft. A silky heat stretched down to his balls
like lips. The boy would satisfy its thirst.
Lan-eev felt Bran-don stand close behind him. The seed giving pole went
into his seed taking entrance in a mighty thrust! Its stiffness was firmly
clasped within his protruding entrance. There wasn't much reach into his body
yet theirs were joined in mating. His tail that had stood in the air dropped
to curl around Bran-don's waist lovingly.
Brandon felt the tight joining of their bodies. It was joyous! His dick
had been swallowed by Lan-eev's asshole and his waist coiled within the beast's
long tail. Warm fur pressed against the boy's belly. His hands clutched the
soft pouch and surged. Their mating had begun. He stabbed forward. The silky
tightness yielded but sucked on his shaft when he withdrew. Intense thrills
were building in him. It made the boy gasp for breath.
Lan-eev was also gasping. His thrills from taking stabs were just as
intense as Bran-don's yet he instinctually felt that there was a lacking to
the Hu-man's efforts. His seed giving pole didn't have reach to break through
his hymen that guarded the entrance to where his eggs were. With eyes upwards,
the young Grish made his plea unto the Great Fanged One: "Open me to his love!"
A warning tingle came from Brandon's balls. His strong swift squirts of
seed were unlike any that had come from his loins before. An outcry announced
this accomplishment. Not his spent lust but the love bursting from his heart
for Lan-eev. He made his plea unto his Lord. "Please let him accept my love!"
Their pleas were heard. He who was named by some of His children as the
Great Fanged One and by others as Lord smiled upon Lan-eev and Brandon. When
they were born, He made ready in them the ability to create a child coming
from their love. In the Grish body, no barrier formed that would prevent the
human's seed from entering and further, He bade the language of Life to hearken
to His Call. Two halves would Join to body an unborn spirit; their child. It
would bring the two races, Grish and humans together after so much strife.
Lan-eev saw stars dancing at the edge of his sight. He'd never realized
that getting seeded would be so intense; to give seed and the pleasure that
act brings was observed in his older companions when they mated with a Grish
or Hu-man female. Was he the first to be willingly taken by a Hu-man? A boy
at that. There was no sense of shame from it. Bran-don was a gentle soul who
shared a cleaning ritual with him. So shy. His pink hands had to be coaxed in
touching certain parts of his body. Their mating wasn't an act of conquest
between two differing races. It was an expression of heart felt love.
Brandon struggled for breath. Fucking the man-beast had been so intense!
He clung to Lan-eev least he fall into their tub. Hands were felt over his butt
cheeks that pulled with such strength. His dick was already stuck in as far as
it could reach; sperm filled the beast's asshole. Did he want more? The boy
felt very weary from the act. Maybe he wasn't old enough to perform as a man
but his heart felt the need to. He loved this man... beast in his arms. There
was a struggle from his head about that. How could two different species, and
both of them being male, be in love? He didn't love that dog who fucked him.
It satisfied his curiosity as all. And it led to the best jerking off the boy
had every felt in his life! Now that he'd done this man-beast, his little butt
would be given him in return.
That last thought both thrilled and scared Brandon. Would it hurt a lot?
No. The pain of getting his hole penetrated wasn't the real concern but that
this man-beast would bespell him like the women had been. Was he being tricked
into giving himself to the enemy? Only his body would be subdued by Lan-eev.
He would resist giving his heart to him as well.
Brandon pushed on the man-beast's fury back to separate their bodies. He
dropped to his knees in the tub. That protruding asshole (that had sucked on
his dick like a mouth) withdrew between the beast's cheeks in a tight closing.
That kept his sperm from leaking out. Why would Lan-eev want to keep it inside
his butt? The boy's dream returned to him. It joined with the things he'd seen
of this man-beast's body: the tit inside his belly pouch, how 'male' couples
walked together with their tails wound around each other and the gold wiring
binding their hair. Never seeing a female-beast in the village... In a flash of
revelation, the boy realized a truth about the Grish. They were both sexed!
Lan-eev turned around to face Bran-don. Hmm. The Hu-man had fallen to his
knees in the tub so he lowered himself so they could be at eye level. He wanted
to know if the boy would accept him as a mate. They'd performed the sexual act
which he hoped was an expression of their love. No Hu-man female who'd been
mounted by a Grish truly loved them. It was a mutual sharing of pleasure for
them both. He hoped for more. Bran-don was a Hu-man male whose body more
closely resembled a Grish. That's why he chose to be with a boy. This boy!
It was love at first sight when they'd bumped into each other in the village.
Brandon peered into the man-beast's shining eyes for a moment before
lowering his gaze in fear. Maybe that's how they bespelled you. He felt the
tugging of his heart to embrace Lan-eev. To say that he loved him. No! This
beast in man form had proved that he didn't want his love when rejecting his
kiss. Everyone knew that's what couples did during courting to find out if
they'd felt strongly for each other to be in love.
"Bran-don?"
That drew the boy's eyes to Lan-eev's but only for a moment. The tugging
from his heart grew stronger. Oh, oh! It was the man-beast's attempt to bespell
him so he looked towards the door while shaking his head violently. Brandon
needed to get away.
Something was wrong! Lan-eev reached for Bran-don's chin to draw his face
back to him but the boy resisted, launching himself out of their tub with a
startled cry. The last thing he saw was a smooth pink butt flying out the door.
No chance now to fill it with his sweet love. Anguish filled the young Grish's
heart. He'd been rejected by a Hu-man. Used by him!
Brandon streaked through the house and so did Lan-eev. They flew out the
front door in turn. The boy ran to the barn. The young Grish ran to the field.
The tops of corn stalks were torn off in his hands while his heart raged with
betrayal and despair. Into darkness he ran but he couldn't escape from himself.
Bran-don wouldn't love him!
Knowing his way in the dark, Brandon entered the barn through its mazes
of animal pens until he found the small room where his cot lay. He fell to it.
The coolness of night was felt over the back of him. He'd left his clothes by
the tub. There was a blanket at the boy's feet but he didn't draw it over
himself. Anguish filled his heart. It was wrong of him to deny what he felt for
Lan-eev. Though he was away from that man-beast, the spell over him remained.
It wasn't some evil magic. Love was a good thing that men and women fell under
as if bespelled. If that young man-beast only wanted him for sex, it would
have been his butt filled with sperm; not Lan-eev's. Nothing had been forced
on the boy.
The man-beasts weren't cruel to the villagers. If not for them, their
farms would have fallen into ruin from lack of not having enough able bodied
hands to work the land. Their King had taken all the men and strong lads away
to fight years ago. His Collectors had taken away so much food stuff that
their village had nearly starved. When the Grish occupied their town, they put
families of women folk and young boys like himself together to manage those
farms closest to Braytown. Yes. That had been done so the Grish could keep an
eye on the humans but by having them abandon most of the farms, a few were
saved. Their harvests of barely, corn, hay, and garden vegetables increased.
Now they had corn, meat from cows, pigs and chickens in plenty to grace their
dinner tables.
Something else struck Brandon. He'd been spared the horror of fighting in
the War. So had Lan-eev and if the rumors were true that humans had lost it,
the only hope for his race's survival was to live in peace with the man-beasts.
The boy would do anything to prove that they could. Even if that meant giving
his butt to all of them but only to Lan-eev would he give his heart. Love was
stronger than hate!
A wolf's mournful cry was heard coming from somewhere off in the fields.
Brandon was concerned for the farm animals who sometimes fell prey to wolves.
None had dared venture out of the woods after the man-beasts had come. The
boy's eyes widened in horror. That wasn't a wolf! He heard the anguish in that
cry and knew it was Lan-eev. A terrible guilt strangled his heart for he was
the cause of such pain! The boy flew from his cot. He left the barn and went in
the direction where he'd last heard that cry. It was utterly dark outside. No
moon in the sky but stars twinkled mockingly at him. The youth shivered. Maybe
he should get on some clothes and fetch a lantern first.
Another cry in the night. It wasn't as loud as before but in Brandon's
ears, it gave him the direction to go in. His feet tore up the ground. He felt
soft ghostly hands reaching out for his nakedness when he ran through the corn
fields. The boy nearly called out Lan-eev's name but fear stopped him. That
man-beast wasn't in his right mind and he might attack if he gave his presence
away to him. The dirt felt cold under his feet. He huddled arms around himself
while pondering over what he should do. His legs moved. Slowly at first but
they soon became a horse's wild gallop into the darkness. No more outcries.
The boy wasn't sure if he was heading in the right direction yet his heart
urged him on. He had to find Lan-eev!
Something tripped Brandon up and he fell at a run, tumbling front over
end until landing heavily over some corn stalks. Their sharpness bit into his
back. Breaths raced through the boy's mouth. He struggled to sit up. That's
when he heard a menacing hiss. The tiny hairs lifted at the back of his neck.
A dark form came at him! Both his arms were pinned down to the ground and a
blow struck his belly. The boy cried out in fear.
"Brannn-donnnn?"
Sounding more like a nasal breath than a spoken word, Brandon realized
that it was the man-beast saying his name. "It's me! Brandon." The blunt
heaviness left his belly. His arms were pulled on until he sat over the cold
ground. "I'm sorry, Lan-eev! I'm sorry. So sorry!"
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Sneev found them in the field. He'd heard Lan-eev's terrible cry of
anguish and rushed out of the house in searched for him with a lantern in hand.
A curious sound led him through the seemingly endless rows of corn until he
came upon two huddling forms. Bran-don was clutching Lan-eev, crying as young
Hu-mans do when they were scared. "Is the boy hurt?" he sneered.
Lan-eev didn't answer his friend. He held Bran-don in his arms whose face
was buried in his chest and wetting it. The sobbing had ended. A trembling
filled the boy's limbs that he'd hoped came from just being cold. No fur to
keep him warm. His body was pressed against Bran-don's to share bodily warmth.
"Bring him back to the house," asked Sneev. Woe filled his heart since it
seemed that his foolish young friend had forced a mating between them. The boy
had ran off after getting his butt raped. It's lucky that Lan-eev had found
him least the Hu-man die of exposure. No. The summer nights were warm so there
was no need to clothe furless flesh.
Lan-eev gently clucked in Bran-don's ear. His hands around the boy's
lower back lifted him up from the ground. Skinny legs snaked around his waist.
Their feet pinched the base of his tail but he didn't mind. A quick glance was
given his friend. Sneev glared back and he guessed the thoughts behind them
eyes that were so very wrong. He didn't feel up to correcting his friend. The
boy in his arms needed to be cared for. An explanation would come later, both
from Bran-don for his seeming rejection to love him and in giving an account
to Sneev that he was the one who'd ran off in the field with a filled 'butt'.
Mrs. Canterson stood on the porch looking out into the darkness. She
caught sight of a lantern's glow slowly approaching her house. It revealed two
forms walking side by side, one bigger than the other. When the man-beasts
drew near, she saw that Brandon was being carried in one of their arms. He was
naked. A sharp breath was sucked past her teeth. What had Lan-eev done to that
poor boy?
Sneev mounted the steps and gave the Hu-man female only a glance before
walking past her. No longer naked, she wore a gown against the cool night. A
third emptying of his loins into her had been interrupted when he heard
Lan-eev's cries. Pushing the woman aside to grab the lantern from her bed
stand, he'd rushed out of her room while his pole wet the floor at his feet.
A terrible wasting! Yet his young friend was in need of help so that had sent
him running into the fields.
Lan-eev didn't even look at the Hu-man female when he passed her. The boy
was all that mattered to him. He was cold, dirty and in need of comforting.
Any thought for himself was cast aside. His thinking that Bran-don rejected
his love had to be wrong. Did he not come to him in the darkness when hearing
his mournful cries?
Mrs. Canterson followed them into her house. She pitied the abused boy
who'd obviously been hurt by that young man-beast. Did Brandon get raped by
him? The wetness felt from her pussy running down her legs reminded her that
she'd vented Sneev's lust. Three times this night! Why had Lan-eev not lain
with her or her eldest daughter? What that beast had done to the boy was...
wrong. The woman gasped. She shook her head violently as if trying to free it
of sleep. How could she think of giving Melody to any of them! The girl hadn't
begun her courses for she was only twelve years of age. It'd been her secret
hope that Bran would take Melody to wife when they grew older. Once a man-beast
seeded a girl, she became infertile or so it was told. Without children being
born, their village would die! Is that what the beasts were trying to do by
laying with all the women and older girls?
The woman began to consider her parents' angry mutterings. They were
right. She had fallen deep under the man-beasts' spell that had ensnared her
body through pleasure. The fingers that she found sticking into herself were
pulled out in an angry flinging of her hand. It felt wet. The man-beasts
entered the side room but she didn't follow them. In a rush back to her room,
she fell onto her bed and stuck those fingers into her mouth. The taste was
sweet. So very sweet! That brought on a thrilling pulsation came from her
pussy. The woman whimpered in defeat.
Brandon was startled to feel water on his feet. Oh. Lan-eev had stepped
into the tub. They slowly lowered until the boy's butt pressed against the
cold metal bottom. He shivered. Water was splashed over his back that chilled
him even more. His arms kept their tight hold of the man-beast. Any ill
thought about it was cast from his head. He only gave acknowledgement to his
heart that ached to be in Lan-eev's arms. Forever.
***
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
My good friend Luke inspired me to write this 'tail' from his erotic accounts
of being massaged by a hairy-butt man named Charlie though he was stronger in
spirit than I've described in this story and offered others pleasure in hand.
If you liked this account, let me know and I'll write a few more story parts.
Vince_Water@yahoo.com
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