Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 15:31:11 -0800 (PST)
From: William Rush <greenphone69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Into the Valley

Into the Valley
by William Rush

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I also want to make my normal speech now. This is a work of fiction and as
such, should be treated as that. I do not endorse anything that happens in
this story, nor do I encourage anyone to participate in any activities like
this. This is fantasy. If you feel that you are in danger of molesting or
harming a child, then you should seek immediate psychiatric help. Remember
in most countries there's nothing illegal about having those thought, but
if you act on them that's an entirely different matter. Any similarities to
real people or places, is completely coincidental.

This story is a work of fiction.



Chapter One

Kushef walked ahead of the other three men. He looked down into the valley
below and saw the sheep in the fields. Adros and Rushel were herding the
sheep towards the open pasture. He watched the older boy, Adros as he
moved, and marveled at how lithe and slender the boy was. He could not
believe the boy had been coming on these trips for well over two year now.

He heard the high pitched voice of Uros, the Kithian orphan, behind
him. Torish was telling the boy how to know if there were wolves or worse
nearby. Uros was unlike the other boys in the village, with his fair skin
and blonde hair, he was obviously not Suthian. In fact he had arrived in
the valley at the end of the great war. A Suthian priest had brought a
handful of bedraggled orphans to the village and pleaded with the villagers
to give at least one of them shelter. Uros was about 4 at the time, and the
oldest of the orphans, so the village agreed to watch over him, but the
others would have to find someplace else. It was, after all, a small
village and it was a chore to support the mouths they had, let alone a
handful more.

From that point on, the village cared for the boy. The women doted on the
cute little tot. Ensuring that he was fed and cared for. It was clear that
Uros had no parent, but it was also clear that the village loved the boy
and would not let any harm come to him. He was as much a part of the
village as if he had been born there, perhaps even more so, because they
had chosen him to be there.

Of course Kushef was the one who had made the final decision to select Uros
and now that Uros' moment to be broken had come, Kushef had to admit, that
even back then he had partially selected the boy because of his looks. Uros
was one of the cutest boys in the village and many men had secretly fought
to come along on this particular trip.

The robe that Uros was wearing did not do him justice. Kushef had seen the
boy's body before, when the boys bathed together by the river. Men often
accompanied them in case of danger. He remember the slender arms and legs,
the well toned stomach and chest, and the fact that the boy's penis had no
skin over the end, that was a most welcome surprise. Kushef was not sure if
Uros' had Lithlellan blood in him or not, especially with his high cheek
bones, lush red lips, and blue eyes. He was a most delightful boy.

Of course the boy's personality was also to blame for the man's lust. Uros
was perpetually cheerful and talkative. Something that the brooding
hillfolk found odd at first, but had come to find not only amusing, but
also refreshing. Uros had cheered many a man with just his words, Kushef
thought to himself.

Now it was time for Uros to start his journey to manhood. This particular
ritual had been carried on for as long as anyone could remember. The Suth
were not the only people to practice this sort of thing, in fact several
others had the same proclivities, they just weren't as open about it.

"Uros," Kushef called. "The other boys have already begun bringing back the
sheep. Go fetch some water from the stream."

"Yes my lord," Uros replied as he turned and ran down a path that led down
the hill to the stream.

"It would be easier if you had a bucket boy," Torish shouted.

Uros laughed and slapped his hand to his forehead with a loud smack. The
men watched him as he ran and grabbed the bucket and then proceeded towards
the stream.

"Should one of us go with him?" Lothar, the youngest of the three men
asked.

"No," Kushef said. "He'll be fine. If you're worried Versal can go with
him."

The young teenager looked at them and nodded. He grabbed his staff from the
donkey that had accompanied them and headed down the steps after the young
boy.

"Versal mind yourself," Kushef yelled after the boy. "It isn't time yet."

"You jest too much," Versal hollered back.

Kushef waited til the teen was out of sight before he began to speak again.

"It's time for us to prepare," Kushef said. "Tonight Uros is to be
broken. It is already a week after his eighth year, so there should be no
objections to him becoming a free boy."

"None here," Torish said, with an irrepressible smile. "In fact I thought
the boy would never turn eight."

"There's no need to be vulgar," Lothar said.

"Nor any need for your sudden piety," Kushef said. "Let us not fool each
other. We've each broken boys before, but this will be different. Uros is
desired by many and the fact that we are the ones here, well that will
bring much anger towards us. The one who spills inside the boy for the
first time, will bear the brunt of that anger, at least til the other men
also spill themselves inside of him. I am saying this so that you know, I
am willing to be the one to go first, if you do not wish to throw the
bones."

"What a noble gesture, " Torish said in a loud mocking voice. "And per
chance shall we pay you for this generosity, or shall you pay us?"

"There is no need for your tone," Kushef said. "Or have you already
forgotten about Lolesh?"

Lolesh was a boy so beautiful that it was said the sky first weeped for him
before all others. As the story goes, it came time for him to be taken to
the hills. Many men wanted to be the ones to accompany the boy, but as
tradition states, only three men and the boy's father could go. Lolesh's
father could not bear to watch his boy being broken so he stayed behind,
but three men finally were chosen by the bones, as was the custom. They
took Lolesh to the hills and when the boy was brought back he was walking
bowlegged. Jealousy burned in the hearts of the other men and even the fact
that they could have the boy for themselves now, did not douse those
flames. That night they nearly killed the men who had spilled inside of
Lolesh in the hills. Lolesh, seeing this, ran from the village. As he left
the very sky wept and brought down rain that prevented the men from
catching him. It is said that the boy joined the unknown one in the hills
of the dead and that if one ventured there they could still find the boy,
not a year older, waiting for redemption.

"That is just a story," Lothar said as he drew in the sand with a stick.

"Yes," Kushef said. "But are we not sure that this wont happen with Uros?"

"What?" Torish asked. "That when we come back they'll beat us for having
our time with the boy? No, more likely they'll be waiting for the boy in
the festhall, oiled and stroking."

Lothar laughed aloud at this image.

"Why do the men want him so," a young voice asked. The men turned to see
Adros standing alongside the cart. The young boy was obviously excited, his
boyhood sticking out prominently against his robe.

"Well it's not because he's any more beautiful than you," Lothar said,
winking at the boy.

"No," Kushef said. "But I will not lie to you, the men do want him
something fierce."

"But why?" Adros asked.

"Because he is not like us," Torish said.

"And that is why," Adros asked.

"Do you not see him as beautiful?" Kushef asked the boy.

"Yes," the boy said. "I do."

"And why is that?" Kushef asked.

"I'm not sure," the boy replied.

"And neither are we," Kushef answered. "Now go back and help Rushel. You
know you should not leave him alone with the sheep."

"Yes he might wet his wick out there," Lothar said, causing the men to
laugh.

"My apologies my lord," Adros said. "I just overheard..."

"Go boy," Kushef hollered.

"Yes my lord," Adros said.

They watched as the boy ran down the hill dragging the end of his staff on
the ground behind him.

"He was a screamer," Torish said.

"What?" Kushef asked.

"When we brought him here for the first time," Torish said. "We thought he
would scare the flock away. We had to tie his loincloth around his mouth to
quiet him."

"Yes," Lothar said. "If my memory is true, you had to bring him back in the
cart because he could not walk."

"The boy was tighter than most," Torish said in a low voice. "It took more
out of him."

"He doesn't have a problem now," Lothar said, remembering how the boy
begged him to come to the woods to see something. What Adros ended up
showing him, was how much cock he could take inside his hole.

"Yes," Torish said. "His spot is easy to find, sends shivers through the
boy when you hit it."

"Enough of Adros," Kushef said. "We're hear to talk of Uros."

Torish and Lothar looked at Kushef and said at the same time, "We shall
throw bones."


Chapter Two

Torish leaned back against the stone wall and watched as the wispy young
Rushel lick the underside of his shaft. The boy's eyes were closed from
experience, it wouldn't be the first time a man shot his juices out before
it was time. Torish lamented losing the throw, but marveled at how well
young Rushel attended to him. He wondered if the boy's father was going
against convention and giving the boy's lessons at home.  "Easy boy,"
Torish said. "I don't want to finish with you tonight. It's Uros' first
time."

The boy looked up at the man with a wicked look in his eyes and said, "If
you let me taste you, then you'll be able to give Uros even more attention
my lord."

Torish groaned. By the Old One the boy was delicious. He thrust forward
causing the young boy to choke a little. Rushel pulled his mouth off the
cock and started to cover the sides of Torish's cock with saliva.

"Boy if I end up giving you a taste, you'll be begging for mercy," Torish
said.

"Oh please don't hurt me master," the boy said in a high pitched mocking
voice, intending to entice the man.

Torish grabbed the boy by the hair and thrust his manhood inside the
youngster's mouth, marveling at how huge it looked. Rushel was the smallest
of the three boys there, in fact he looked several years younger than he
actually was. This never stopped the boy from acting like a Sammish whore
however. Rushel continued to gag as the man pulled him down on his
manhood. Rushel was worried he might have pushed Torish over the edge.

"You want this from behind boy?" Torish asked. Rushel looked up at the man,
his eyes watering and nodded. "Then you better get me more excited."

It really wasn't going to take much to get Torish more excited, the action
in front of him was enough. Kushef, with his well endowed manhood, was
pulling the wimpering Adros down to sit on him. Adros shook his head from
side to side, his eyes closed tight and teeth clenched. He was still not
accustomed to receiving the larger cocks in the village. In fact it wasn't
uncommon to hear the boy's plaintive wails at night, only to hear them
muffled by the man who was spending time with the boy.

Adros, in truth, was used to the pain, and believed that it was part of his
rights of manhood, that it would make him a better hunter and warrior. If
he could take something the girth of his wrist inside of him, then he could
most certainly handle anything that he might encounter on the battlefield,
or so he thought. However that thought didn't alleviate the pain of having
something the width of your wrist shoved up inside of you.

With those thoughts in mind, Adros endured being impaled on one of the
mightiest rods in the village, attempting to do so in silence, to avoid
having anything shoved in his mouth. His wimpering enticed Kushef though
and the man was using the boy perhaps a little more roughly than he needed
to. When the boy had finally reached bottom, with the encouragement of his
master, he let out a little yelp in surprise. Kushef was not going to let
that be the end, at least not til Lothar began breaking in Uros. He grabbed
the slender boy by the hips and lifted him off his cock. The boy looked
surprised at the emptiness and then lost his breath as the thick cock
filled him up almost immediately afterwards.

"You'll tear the boy using him so," Torish hissed at Kushef. Kushef's
wisdom seemed to dim in the presence of young boys.

"He's taken worse, haven't you?" Kushef asked Adros.

Adros nodded his head back and forth, not saying a word. In fact he had
taken much worse just a week ago when he was lent to a Kithian merchant by
his father. The merchant was at least a fingertip longer and rounder than
Kushef and the boy did not have the luxury of being on top.

"Here he is," the men heard a loud voice shout. The men turned to see
Versal lead young Uros into camp. Uros' was shocked to see his two friends,
one impaled on Kushef's penis, the other suckling at the end of Torish's,
he wanted to run, but Versal had a strong grip on the boy. Versal's duty
was to prepare the boy and then blow the horn that would be heard in the
village many miles below. The horn would blow a second time when the men
were finished with Uros and only if Uros was well at the end. Well of
course meant the boy would not be bleeding and would be able to move his
bowels. Of course if either did occur the men had enough experience to know
how to treat either condition, so there would be little worry of any
lasting harm coming to the boy.

Versal grabbed the last vestage of clothing from Uros and tore it off. The
boy trembled as he realized that his passage to manhood would most likely
involve the two acts occurring in front of him. Adros was wailing now, as
Kushef hammered his cock in and out of the boy's tight passage, meanwhile
young Rushel was preparing to receive Torish's dick in his own ass. Rushel
looked up at his virgin friend and Uros could not miss the trepidation in
Rushel's eyes. When Rushel let out an audible grunt and closed his eyes
tight, Uros yanked himself away from Versal and ran. The men, preoccupied,
could not grab the boy in time. Versal tried to grab him, but he had oil on
his hand and the boy's arm slid out of his grasp.

Uros disappeared into the darkness before the men could even break free of
the boys. The men cursed themselves for being so dumb, when they heard the
sound of the boy thrashing in the wilderness, Kushef, his penis sticking
out in front of him moved towards the darkness, only to see Lothar,
carrying the screaming boy over his shoulder. The boy kicked and screamed,
but Lothar held him tight.

"Quiet boy," Lothar said in stern voice, then brought his hand down upon
the Uros' bottom, causing the boy to squeal. "I see you two were
preoccupied."

Torish was standing now, but he had not let Rushel's off his cock, the boy
had a pained expression as he hung from the man's cock, his feet dangling
in the air. Rushel whimpered softly as Lothar's hand mussed up his hair.

Kushef watched as Lothar walked by him. Young Adros watched his master from
afar, realizing that after this, Uros would probably be riding back to town
in the cart as well. The men would not take kindly to the boy running and
would use him almost exclusively. Adros understood his role tonight would
be to keep the men stiff and ready for the young blonde haired boy. He
heard his friend beg the men, 'please, let me go' and 'I don't want to be
broken'. All the time the men held him down and spread olive oil over his
body. They tried to calm the boy down.

"It's not so bad," Kushef said. "Look Adros can take me and he doesn't
cry."

"I'm smaller than Kushef," Lothar said, stroking his cock, which although
still well endowed was smaller than the other two men who were at least a
knuckle or two longer and half a knuckle wider than Lothar. "It wont be so
bad."

"I don't want to," Uros said. "Please don't make me."

"We can't make you," Kushef said, releasing the boy's arms. "If you don't
want to become a man than you can go."

The other men looked at Kushef in shock, but one after the other let the
boy go.

"We can't force you to take Lothar," Kushef said. "But if you do not take
him, you will never be a man, which means you will never be able to leave
the village alone or become a hunter or warrior. You will have to tell the
men that you are a woman and when you become older you will have to take a
husband, like the other girls."

"What?" Uros said still a little in shock.

"We can't make you," Lothar said. "But each of us had to endure this as
every man in our village has. It is the pleasure you give freely to us that
shows you are willing to sacrifice for the village."

"It makes you a better warrior too," Adros said from behind the
men. "Because it shows you aren't afraid."

"Quiet boy," Kushef said. "If you hadn't been lamenting like a suckling
babe, he wouldn't have been so frightened."

Uros looked at Kushef's still throbbing penis, then looked at Lothar's.

"It's smaller," Kushef said. "You make Lothar feel good and he'll break
you."

"Like they break the horses," Versal said as he snickered. "You'll be a
tame boy."

"Keep it up and I'll tame you," Kushef said, glaring at the teen.

From behind the group Uros heard Torish cry out in pleasure as the man came
inside of Rushel's squirming bottom. Uros was awed as he watched Rushel
impaled on the shaft like a loose doll, wimpering as the man's cock
throbbed inside of him. After Torish's breath eased, Rushel began to twitch
with his mouth open, lost to the world in a silent orgasm of his own.

"See Uros," Lothar said. "He likes it."

"Rushel is a whore," Uros said in an angry voice. "His father told us."

"But that is the reason why he is a whore," Kushef said, denying the boy a
defense against the slander. "Because it feels so good."


Chapter Three Uros wimpered as he felt Lothar's finger tenderly prod
against his anus.  "Easy boy," Lothar said. "This might hurt a bit."

Lothar pushed against the boy's resistant anus, causing the boy to squeal
loudly.

"If you can't take a finger," Lothar said, as he grabbed his throbbing
cock. "How can you take this."

The boys in the village were fond of Lothar, because his cock wasn't so
big. For one reason or another, about a third of the men in the village
were well endowed. In fact these men tended to be at least nine knuckles
long and in some cases a couple of knuckles longer. The women of the
village didn't care to spend time with these men, and the boys dreaded
spending time with them even more.

The average man of the village, of which Lothar was one, tended to be the
boys' favorites. Also in Lothar's favor, he wasn't one that enjoyed making
boys suffer (of which many men did) so he was hardly ever intentionally
rough, which made him even more sought after by those boys who liked to
spend time with men.

Uros did not understand how lucky he was to have Lothar breaking him in, if
it had been Kushef or Torish, he most certainly would have endured much
more pain.

Uros yelped as he felt Lothar's finger slip inside of his anus. The man
waited for the boy to loosen before he pushed more inside. Normally a
teenager would prepare the boy, because their fingers were more slender,
but Uros had run from Versal once already and no one was taking a chance on
the boy running again.

It was a slow process, one that could have gone quicker, but Lothar, being
a kind sort, did not want to cause any undue pain, even if his cock was
throbbing uncontrollably. After the boy loosened a bit, Lothar replaced his
finger with his tongue, another practice that made him a favorite among the
boys.

"Disgusting," Kushef said aloud, even though he never took his eyes off the
invading tongue.

"Yes," Torish said. "If you can fit your tongue in there, he's ready for
the rest of you."

"Patience," Lothar said, as he pulled his tongue from the boy's anus. "The
more prepared I make him, the easier it will be later on."

The men knew he was referring to their time with Uros, which neither was
about to give up, so they shut up and watched as Lothar continued to
assault the whimpering boy's ass with his tongue.

Uros could not have looked more helpless. His eyes were closed as he lay on
his belly, his ass propped up by a rolled up blanket. He would
occassionally look over his back at the man assaulting his anus, but
somehow it didn't seem real to him. He felt the tongue push against him. He
felt the man's finger kneed against his anus, as if it was dough, but he
couldn't place it as being real. It seemed like it was happening to a boy
far away and not to him.

Lothar however was only as patient as most men and was ready to begin the
real thing. He did not fool himself, he knew it would hurt the boy, but was
sure if he took it slow, the boy could handle it, perhaps without tears.

He could hear Adros behind him grunting as Versal pushed in an out of the
boy. Versal was already nearly as big as Lothar, even though he was barely
14 summers in age. He was proud of his size. He was especially proud when
he could hear young boys vocalize their sodomy. In fact Versal had been
practicing with his youngest brother at home. Many years younger than these
boys, his brother was the tightest hole he'd found yet. He thought of his
brother squealing and his father reprimanding them to be more quiet. Versal
didn't have to worry about Adros being quiet, so he thrust in and out of
the boy's bottom as quickly as he could.

Lothar paid no attention to the rutting behind him, instead he grabbed the
jar of oil and poured it on Uros' hand. Uros was surprised, unsure what was
expected of him.

"You need to put it on his cock," Rushel said.

"Can someone shut him up," Lothar asked.

Torish, having recovered from his earlier pleasures with the boy, pulled
Rushel to his knees and thrust his cock in the boy's mouth.

"Yeah," he said. "That'll keep you quiet."

"I thought you had enough of him earlier," Kushef said. "Don't exhaust
yourself before the main treat."

"I wont my friend," Torish said.

"You need to coat my cock with the oil," Lothar said in a pleasant
voice. "So it will go inside of you without hurting."

Uros thought that made sense, but he was still unsure about touching
Lothar's cock. Lothar took the boy's wrist and laid the boy's hand on his
cock. His cock looked huge in the boy's grip.

"Now make it slippery," Lothar said. "The more slick you make it, the
easier this will be."

Uros stroked the cock in his hand, covering it in the oil. He continued to
stroke it, even as Lothar began to probe his ass again with his finger,
although he was suddenly aware that it was more than one finger this
time. Uros gasped as he felt his anus stretch wider than it had ever been
stretched before. It hurt slightly and he began to worry how Lothar was
going to get the huge cock he was holding in his hand inside of him. He
didn't have long to worry.

Lothar pulled himself free from the boy's grip and positioned himself
behind the boy. Uros looked over his shoulder, much like the boy ready to
have a sliver pulled from his finger.

"It will be easier if you don't watch," Lothar said, partly because the boy
made him feel guilty looking at him and partly because it was true.

Uros laid his head down on his forearms and waited for the next thing to
happen. Lothar slowly put the head against the boy's slightly dilated
anus. He felt the boy shudder. As he began to apply pressure Uros wimpered,
then yelped.

"It's too big," Uros cried.

"It's not too big," Kushef said. "You'll see."

Lothar continued to apply pressure, even as the boy began to struggle to
accommodate the penis stretching his hole ever so slowly.

"Arrgghh," the boy screamed.

"It's okay," Lothar said, as the tip of his cock suddenly popped inside of
the Uros. "You're a brave boy."

"Oh mother," the boy said. "Oh mother."

"Your mother's not here boy," Torish said, snickering.

"Shut up Torish," Kushef said. "You forget I remember when you were
broken. He's doing better than you did."

"It hurts," Uros wailed as tears ran down his cheeks.

"I know," Lothar said. "I wont put more in for right now."

The boy's anus literally shuddered around the man's cock. Uros sobbed
softly with his face covered, once or twice he looked back to see that huge
cock, only he couldn't see the end past his tailbone, instead he saw the
base and the hair around it.

He would focus on the hair more than the cock. After awhile the pain
started to die down. The sharp pain had gone, leaving behind a throbbing
dull pain. He felt it move again, deeper and the sharp pain returned.

"Oww! Oww!" He hollered, only to feel more of the cock slip inside of him.

"God he's so tight," Lothar said. "I'm not sure he's ready."

"Yeah," Kushef said. "I don't see you pulling out though."

Everyone laughed, except for Uros.

It wasn't long before it was all inside of the boy. Lothar decided it would
be better just to get it done with. The anticipation was worse for the boy,
than the actual act.

Lothar moaned as he slid in and out of the slippery hole. He ignored Uros'
plaintive wails, wails that could be heard all the way down the valley at
the edge of town. People would tell them later that they thought someone
was killing the boy.

Lothar had a great deal of stamina and towards the end, Uros only whimpered
as his pale ass took the dark cock inside. He had accepted his fate. Uros
looked betrayed as his eyes fluttered open and closed, and he took the
occasional deep breath.

"What a beautiful boy," Lothar said. "It would've been a waste to leave him
to the Kithians."

"Yes indeed," Kushef said. "We should hunt down that monk and thank him for
saving the boy from those perverts."

It wasn't long after this short discussion that Lothar quickened his
pace. With a final grunt he thrust in as far into the boy as he could go
and released his juices. Uros was finally broken. Now he could be ridden by
any man that could catch the boy.


Epilogue

This story was written after an eight year break from writing. I had a
dream where a bunch of men were leading three boys up a hill. They were
shepherds tending their flock. In the dream the men took turns with the
boys. The men were Mediterranean in appearance, as were two of the
boys. The men's favorite however was an obviously blonde boy. Now before
you begin to think I have these kinds of dreams all the time, I don't. In
fact I can count them on one hand. This one struck me as very erotic and
since I had to start writing again in order to maintain my active
membership on another site, I came up with this story.