Date: Thu, 06 Nov 2003 16:26:16 +1100
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dark Stone - chapter 2

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Dark Stone - chapter 2

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"In the name of Priapus, the One Master of All, we gather to close The
Circle again. The missing link has been revealed, has been called to us and
has been claimed by our brother Arcturis, he who has stood alone these last
moon phases. Arcturis, are you ready?"

The man standing behind my head answered in a firm, rich voice. "By the
grace of Dionysis and Aphrodite, life givers to the Master, for the glory of
Priapus and in His sight and with His blessing, I am."

"How name you your slave, your complement and fulfillment?"

"Australis! The One Master has called him from the south, across many miles
and many seas, to fulfill his destiny and make the both of us complete. He
as been tested and found true, beyond doubt the gift of The Lord Priapus to
us, his chosen, and to me, his son."

Hang on a moment, my mind screamed out. That's me they're talking about. But
I'm no slave. I wasn't called by anyone, and I don't remember sitting for
any 'tests'. And I'd hardly call myself anybody's gift. I looked up into
Arthur's eyes again in question, but he had raised his face to the blackness
above.

"Then let us begin the investiture of Australis into the circle!" said the
other man solemnly.

At those words the rest of the gathering re-commenced their chant, low and
soft but repeating the same words I had heard earlier.

" ... priapus dominus primo ... arcturis dominus ultimo ... australis subserviens
proximo ..."

As they did, the one in front of me, the one who I had come to think of as
the 'high priest', moved forward and picked up the two candles that had been
burning between my legs. The black and the white, together he raised them
and held them against each other in his hands. He lifted them above his
head, and spoke over the incessant incantation of the others.

"In joinder lies our strength. No Master is complete without a servant, no
slave fulfilled without a Master. Light and Dark, Black and White, Master
and Servant together complete the Circle of Life. Without one, the other
cannot exist in fulfillment. Let them unite! DOMINUS CON SUBSERVIENS UNIS."

As he uttered the final words, he pressed his hands together around the two
candles, and I watched in amazement as they seemed to flow into each other.
Not the way melting wax forms a single puddle, but as though the two candles
merged to become one. The black and the white of each was still clearly
visible, still separate. This was no grey mixture, but a blending so that
the two shades swirled around each other. As they did the new, single,
candle grew, becoming larger than the combination of its parts, and took on
the shape of a huge, erect penis, utterly lifelike in every detail but size.
I could easily see the ridges and veins within the shaft, the flaring glans
and open slit. It may have been a trick of the light, but I swore that that
massive phallus began to throb and move as if it were alive.

"Behold Priapus!" the priest called out in a loud voice. The others stopped
their chanting and all eyes looked to the gigantic candle he held high. And
then his hands dropped to his sides, and my jaw dropped open. Instead of
falling to the ground, or spattering over my prone body, the huge cock hung
there in empty space. Testicles the size of watermelons materialised below
it, in perfect proportion to the shaft, which slowly leaned forward over me.
The flame had disappeared from its tip, replaced by a glowing silver ring,
identical to that adorning each of the gathered men. If it was a trick, then
it was one hell of a show!

The group began to chant again, beginning softly but increasing in volume
and speed until the room was filled with their song. Unable to believe my
eyes, I watched in fascination as the giant cock defied the laws of gravity,
and throbbed with life. As the chanting reached a fevered pitch, the phallus
shuddered in a number of spasms, and from its head three streams of bright,
luminescent cum shot up and out. The unearthly jizz formed perfect parabolic
curves as it went high into the air, glowing with an inner light, and made
its descent. The first and second streams landed on either side of me, one
to the right and one to the left, and where they touched, flames burst forth
in large metal braziers. The third arc of glowing juice landed on me,
spattering the full length of my body from toes to head. But it did not
burn. Instead, wherever it touched me I felt first a warm, comforting
feeling, followed quickly by a sensuous caress as my body responded with
excitement. The largest of the globs had landed directly on my cock, and
within seconds I was so hard and filled with lust that I thought I would cum
without any stimulation whatsoever.

The floating, glowing penis hung above me now, as big as my entire body,
still erect and still throbbing with life. I swore I could see the blood
flowing through its veins. The 'priest' stepped forward and laid his hands
on my feet, calming me a little, and easing the sense that I was about to
explode.

"Australis, the Master Priapus has given unto you His blessing", he said
solemnly. "The Circle awaits. It is weak for it is incomplete, as you are
weak for you are incomplete. But you are the link which shall complete the
Circle; by you the Circle shall be renewed in strength, and by renewal shall
you be made strong. You shall be bonded to Arcturis as his slave, and he to
you as your Master so that each of you shall be fulfilled, and together you
shall fulfil the Circle in the eyes of Priapus, The One Master."

I started to struggle again, pulling hard at the chains binding my arms.
This was not what I had expected. I wasn't going to be someone's slave! I
opened my mouth and began to protest.

"My name is not Australis - it's Nath ..." was all I managed before my voice
dried up in my throat. There were hands at my head now, holding me still.
Again my mouth worked, but the words which issued from it were not my own. I
heard a voice - my voice! - say "I am honoured to serve the One Master and
ready to be bound in heart and body with he who shall complete me -
Arcturis. I, with all others, am the Servant of Priapus, and in His sight
will happily and readily submit my will to my own Master, Arcturis."

How could that happen? My mouth had opened and the words had come out in my
voice, but they weren't my words! I began to twist from side to side,
violently trying to free myself, but the hands at my head held me even more
firmly, and suddenly I could hear Arthur's voice - not with my ears, but
deep inside my mind.

"Easy, easy, my friend. I am here for you as you are for me. Together we
shall make your transition into the Circle painless and complete." I didn't
understand what he meant, but somehow the feel of his hands on me and his
words echoing in my mind, calmed me a little. I relaxed, and felt a cloud
roll through my brain, as I thought back again to the beginning of this
adventure ...

			*****

... I had woken from my sleep after that first wonderful, erotic night with
him, to find Arthur gone. I was naked but covered with my own jacket and a
T-shirt to ward off the cooler air of the night. There was no sign of the
man who had given me the most incredible experience, and I began to wonder
if the whole thing had been nothing but a dream. But no, the encrusted
remains of my orgasm were clearly, if a little uncomfortably, there on my
stomach and chest to give testament to the lovemaking I had enjoyed. Quickly
dressing in jeans and shirt, I looked around in vain. The mighty walls of
dark stone towered above me, the hill upon which they sat lowering to
farmlands and beyond where in the early morning air rose the tell-tale signs
of civilization - grey smoke from a fireplace and the distant toll of a
church bell in a village at the edge of my sight.

I considered exploring the ruins above and behind me, hoping to catch up
with the wonderful man again, but hunger dissuaded me. I hadn't eaten since
lunchtime yesterday, so I set off in the direction of the village, in search
of coffee and some food.

A good hours' hiking brought me to the small settlement - no more than a
church, a pub, and a general store that doubled as post office. The
parishioners had completed their weekly duties and most had headed off to
the surrounding farm houses. The pub was closed, but a handful remained by
the store and I nodded as I ventured inside and asked for a coffee and
sandwich. Collecting my breakfast I stood outside to eat it.

"Ye're naht from around here!" said a wizened old man, his gaze fixed on me.

"No," I replied with a mouthful, trying to smile unsuccessfully.

"Where have ye come from at this hour o' the mornin', my boy?" he asked, his
tone friendly enough if a little sharp.

"I'm just travelling around, enjoying this beautiful country," I said,
swallowing the last of the sandwich, and hoping the words would grant me
some approval from the locals.

"Ye've a strange way o' talkin'," commented the old man's friend as each of
them sized me up with their eyes, a cautious smile on their faces.

"I'm from Australia. Here on holidays and taking my time wandering -
sleeping under the stars, going where the wind takes me ..."

"Ah!" nodded the first of my inquisitors, his smile spreading now with
apparent understanding. "Then that's what ye'll 'ave been doing last night.
There's nowhat around here for ye to 'a slept last night tha' ye coulda'
reached us by this time o' mornin'."

I grinned back. "That's right!" I said, offering my hand which he took and
shook heartily. "I slept last night by some old ruins, on top of that hill."
As I did I pointed back toward where I had come from. The old stones of the
building no more than a tiny pinpoint on the horizon.

Both men looked to where I pointed, then at each other with raised eyebrows,
before turning to me again.

"Preepers' Castle?" said the old man with surprise. "An' ye're still alive
an' healthy?"

"Err, yes, why shouldn't I be?" I asked with a touch of anxiety.

"Haunted!" the two spoke in unison.

"Full a' ghosts an spirits an such like," the older went on. "No place for
the young, or those as wants to stay alive an breathin. There's many a
strange story o' that place - women won't go near it, an men what wander in
can't get away, or so tis said!" he muttered.

"Really? Have you ever seen anything up there?" I asked, interested now.

"Me? No, mah boy. I ne'er been up there! Got too much sense fer that. But I
heard the stories - they been passed down for generations, father to son,
around here. Preepers' Castle ain't the place for any god fearin' person to
be goin' to, nor comin' from for that matter."

I chuckled at that, but his look told me it was no laughing matter.
Finishing my coffee, I smiled at the two again. "Well, I better get moving,"
I said, by way of ending our conversation.

"Mind me!" pointed the old man with his finger at my chest. "Stay away from
that place!"

"Sure thing," I shrugged, not wanting to make any unnecessary enemies. I
hitched my pack onto my shoulders and began to walk out of the village,
following the narrow track which passed for a road, and heading away from
the hill with it's supposedly haunted castle where I had slept, and loved,
the previous night.

But the memory of that lover, and the words of the old men, had left me more
than a little curious, and before I had travelled far at all, I found my
thoughts drawn back to the castle, and the man. Checking to see that no-one
was watching, I stepped off the road and began to make my way across country
- not a difficult task given that most of the land was gentle pasture full
of grazing sheep and cattle. By just after noon I was climbing the final
slope, the ancient battlements and crumbling ramparts looming over my head.

The place where I had slept was plainly visible, the grass still bent down.
But there was no other sign of life or even of anyone having been here for
years. I carefully picked my way through the low shrubs growing against the
base of the walls, looking for an entranceway, or even just a broken
section, where I could make my way into the building itself. Ghosts! I
laughed inwardly. There was nothing 'spooky', or in any way discomfiting
about this place. If anything, it felt warm - the dark stones of the walls
strong and watchful but hardly terrifying.

>From what I could make out, this close and fighting my way through the
overgrowth at the base of the walls, the building seemed to consist of two
sections. The main, larger, part was almost a circle; a giant ring set over
the crown of the hill. From that, a long, narrow extension jutted out to the
north. It seemed to be no more than 10 metres wide, and ran away from the
circle until it ended in a triangular shape, like an arrowhead fixed to the
'shaft' of the stonework. High up in the walls I could see what appeared to
be windows - tall narrow slits at least - but no indication of any gate or
doorway was apparent at ground level. The walls of the castle rose up the
equivalent of three or four storeys above my head.

Feeling a little frustrated, I found a clear area of land stretching away
from the walls on the western side of the spot where the straight section
joined the circle of stone, and stood back looking up at the battlements
above me.

"Fuck it!" I declared out loud. "Now how do you get in? I wonder if that guy
from last night would know?"

"Do you seek me?" asked a voice almost directly behind me.

I turned around in surprise to find him - my lover of last night - standing
there smiling, still naked and apparently at ease with himself.

"Uh, yeah," I stammered, trying not to stare at his body, or to ogle his
long cock, dangling easily between his legs. "I was, uh, hoping to catch up
with you again, and maybe have a look inside this place - if I could find a
way to get in, that is."

"Of course. I expected that you would return, and it is only fitting that
you wish to enter the Keep!"

"Great," I smiled at him, extending my hand and doing my best to ignore the
fact that he was completely nude. Pretending that I met naked men by ancient
castles in the English countryside every day, I shook his hand. "I'm Nathan.
What's your name?"

He looked a little uncertain for a moment, then returned the handshake. "You
may call me Arthur," he said warmly. "At least for the time being."

"Hello, Arthur, nice to meet you - again. And thanks for last night - it was
fantastic!" I answered, trying not to blush too much with the memory. He may
have been relaxed, but my cock was rising in my shorts just from thinking
about what we had done.

"Do you wish to venture within the walls?" he asked.

"Sure!" I agreed readily. He simply grinned a knowing look.

I followed him as he made his way towards some low shrubs way from the
straight section. As we walked he mumbled some words that I couldn't catch,
although he seemed to be talking to himself rather than me. Only a few
metres from the border of the clearing, he stopped and pulled aside the
branches of a small tree, revealing a heavy wooden door behind an iron gate.
I stared in amazement. Not more than an hour ago I had passed right by this
place, looking carefully, yet had seen nothing. If the door wasn't sitting
there large as life in front of me, I would have sworn it didn't exist.

Arthur swung the iron gate open easily, then pulled on the heavy wooden
door. It opened without a sound and he stepped inside confidently, leading
me along a dark, narrow corridor that seemed to wind its way up and around
the inside of the main wall. The pale light came from tiny windows high
above us, not enough for me to make out much detail, but sufficient that I
didn't stumble or have to grope my way along the walls. It was warm inside
the castle. Hot, in fact, and I began to sweat uncomfortably, my clothes
clinging to me. After no more than a few steps I stopped, breathing heavily.

"Hey, Arthur, is it just me, or is the heat in here really intense?" I asked
between gasps.

"Ahh, your garments!" he answered as if struck by a revelation. "They are
unnecessary for shelter or protection within the Keep, and the covering of
your body offends the Master. Cast them aside - you will not need them
here."

Hesitantly, I did as he said. After all, he was naked, so why shouldn't I
be? Fortunately, the dim light hid my initial blush, although I was sure my
semi-hard erection would be obvious to him. But he watched carefully as I
undressed, and nodded approvingly. Together, nude, we went on. As we walked,
Arthur continued to hum to himself, a soft chant similar to that which he
had repeated last night.

"So," I began, trying to make some conversation. "You're not bothered by the
stories about ghosts and whatever in this place?"

He stopped quickly, looking at me with genuine surprise. "Ghosts? Why do you
ask such a question?"

"That's what they told me - in the village. They said this place was
haunted, that it was dangerous to come here. 'Preepers' Castle' - that's
what they called it!"

"Indeed?" he chuckled softly. "So the local folk still remember - at least a
little." He seemed to be speaking to himself, thinking out loud, before he
spoke directly to me again. "No, my friend, there are no 'ghosts' in this
place. It is the 'Sanctum Priaporum', or the Castle of Priapus if you like.
They have given it close to the correct name, but it would appear that the
sands of time have covered the truth and allowed myths to grow in its
place."

"What is the truth, then?" I asked, fascinated now.

"In time it will be revealed. But you have no need of fear here. Do you feel
concerned?"

"Umm, no not at all!" On reflection I realised that now I had shed my
clothes, I felt absolutely at home. The oppressive heat seemed to have been
replaced with a comfortable warmth, and I could sense no apprehension or
even discomfort within myself. I had almost forgotten that I was nude. It
felt perfectly natural to be walking through an ancient castle, naked as the
day I was born, chatting to a stunningly handsome, also naked, man who spoke
in a strange way and who [I hoped] would make love with me again, the way he
had done last night.

"Of course you do not! This place is for you and for me; it is a place where
we can fulfil each other." With those words he pulled open another door and
led me into a cavernous space, lit by the sun streaming through windows high
up in the walls and furnished with large comfortable sofas, interspersed
with expanses of floor mats covered in cushions, all of it in black leather.

Arthur lay himself down easily on one of the lounges, beckoning to me to
make myself comfortable. Almost at his feet, I stretched out luxuriatingly
on a mat, huge pillows covered in dark hide supporting my head and arms.

"Welcome!" he said simply.

"Wow," I responded, looking about slowly. "Do you live here then?"

"It is my home," he agreed.

The only word I could think of to describe the room was 'sensuous'! the
light was natural but soft, the room dark and inviting, and I began to
develop an erection simply being there. Of course, the nearness of a
handsome man didn't hurt, but it was more - the very space seemed to ooze
eroticism. Its colouring was very much black and red, with glints of silver
here and there, and I found it extremely exciting. Strangely enough, despite
my growing erection, I didn't feel at all self-conscious. In fact, I lay
back and looked into his eyes, doing my best to emphasise my increasing
excitement. And he had certainly noticed.

"You honour me, and heighten my desire," he said slowly, looking from my
cock to my face and back again.

"I was kinda hoping I might," I answered as seductively as I knew how. "It
occurs to me that a re-match of last night could be fun?"

"Indeed! I assume then that you found our union ... agreeable?"

My grin split my face. "It was more than just agreeable. It was fucking
fantastic!"

"Then allow me to once again savour the gifts of the Master," he whispered,
as he slid from the seat to his knee, bending over me.

I lay back, my arms folded behind my head, my legs spreading, and offered
myself to him. I could see his cock lengthening as his face lowered toward
my own. And then he carried me into paradise. Beginning with my forehead, he
kissed, licked and bit at every part of my body. His lips feathered their
way across my face, over my eyes and along my nose, touching softly against
my cheeks until he found my mouth. At that point his tongue invaded me,
exploring and delighting, forcing its way between my teeth and tasting of me
as I kissed him back with a fervour. But he lingered only a short while
before continuing his journey. Tiny bites covered my shoulders and chest as
he nibbled his way agonisingly slowly down the expanse of my pectorals,
circling in first on my left nipple which he covered in saliva and then blew
warm air across, making it stand to attention. He traced my tit with his
talented tongue, sending shivers of enjoyment through me, before taking the
nub between his teeth and pulling gently but firmly as he bit lightly upon
me. The tingling pain was indescribably erotic and I groaned involuntarily.

The right side of my chest received a similar treatment, until I was panting
with delight, my body shuddering and hard with excitement. Then he
abandonned my nipples for my stomach, laving his way gradually across the
ridges of my abdomen and penetrating my navel with his long firm tongue. He
nibbled at me, and licked his way south, but skirted around my groin with
nothing more than the lightest of breaths against the sensitive skin below
my hips, and followed with a flurry of bites and kisses which alternated
their way down each leg. At my feet he slowed again, washing them with his
saliva and concentrating on bathing my toes which he suckled upon, one by
one, while his fingers played a melody of erotic massage upon my calves and
thighs. Several times I tried to begin an active participation in this
amazing experience, lifting my hands to run my fingers through his hair, or
to reach for his chest, but each time I did he firmly gripped my arms and
pushed them back down, not allowing me to do anything but lie there and be
ministered to.

Relinquishing the attention he had been paying to my feet, he slid his hands
gently under my side and rolled me over onto my stomach, nudging my legs
apart and moving up between them. Now his fingers blazed a trail which his
tongue and lips followed, across my shoulders and over my shoulder blades, a
rain of bites falling on each, then down the length of my spine. He kissed
and licked at the hollow in the small of my back and if I were a cat I would
have been purring loud enough to wake the dead. As his hands came into
contact with the rounded globes of my arse I hummed with pleasure, and
groaned aloud when his tongue began to explore the crack between, slippery
and sensuous as it delved deeper and deeper along that pathway leading to my
puckering hole. Once again he avoided the obvious, instead by-passing my
anus and pushing my thighs open as he licked and blew at the incredibly
sensitive nerve endings just below the skin of my perinaeum. His hands slid
under my hips, lifting them and exposing my nether regions even more, and as
his fingers wended their way around my throbbing penis, his tongue found its
target and dived into the ring of muscle at my sphincter.

For what felt like hours I groaned with joy as he plunged his tongue into my
hole again and again whilst he massaged my dick with his hands. With the
slightest of urgings, he lifted away momentarily and rolled me back over
again, pushing my knees up and swallowing my testicles. He rolled my orbs
around in his mouth, massaging my sac with his lips and closing his teeth
carefully over both nuts as he prodded them with his tongue. I was in
heaven, my skin tingling and my body trembling with an overload of
sensations.

It was all I could do to hold back from cumming when he started on the shaft
of my prong. I was so hard it was almost painful, and he began by tracing
the veins in my cock with his tongue, up and down my length, then following
the ridge of my cockhead around the mushroom cap, licking gently and
savouring it. Back down he went, this time nipping at the skin with his
teeth, tiny bites which may have been painful, but shot exquisite bolts of
unrivalled pleasure through my dick and up into my body. Then his lips
seemed to close around the side of me, and he slowly hummed his way back up
again, moistening me from one side and then the other. When finally, having
built me up to a peak, he lowered his open mouth over the head of my tool
and swallowed me into his throat, I gasped with the joy of being inside him.
His gullet gripped at me, his tongue and teeth working a thousand incredible
pleasures into my cock, as the heated moistness of his mouth enveloped my
weapon. Up and down he moved his face, suckling at me and caressing my
manhood. He didn't just give me a blow job - he literally worshipped my cock
with his head, and my breathing grew ragged with the delight of it.

After what felt like an age, he lifted his face away and looked into my
eyes, smiled, then lowered his gaze to my prick again. I followed his stare,
to see my own prod standing tall and proud between us, glistening with the
coat of his spit and throbbing; tiny spasms racking it with each beat of my
heart. He moved then, standing partially, before kneeling over me, his legs
on either side of my torso. I tried again to raise my arms, to touch him,
but he took my wrists and pressed them back onto the mat as he lowered
himself until the knob of my cock was pressing against his hole, begging
entry. I heard a low humming sound come from him as he closed his eyes and
his body opened. My prong was vacuumed into him, breaching the ring of his
arse and driving upward into the amazing wet heat of his rectum. I grunted a
long 'uunnnhhhh' as I entered him, my prod suddenly drowning in the
squelching, gripping tunnel of his arse. He dropped hard then, his butt
cheeks coming to rest against my thighs as my cock thudded as deep as it
could go into his gut.

He stilled, or at least his body did not move. Yet his chute had a life of
its own, and I swore I could feel him working to somehow massage my cock
from within his own bowel. I ached and grunted with the erotic sensations
flooding me, and struggled a little, but he did not waiver in his grip - his
hands holding me down while his body suctioned at my cock. Up and down he
began to move, slowly at first, then faster. Driving himself deeper onto me,
or slowing again and varying the tempo of our coupling. He moved himself
from side to side, lifted away until only the very tip of me was still
within him, then plunged again, drinking my masculinity into himself. My
blood raced, my nerves sang and my skin tingled. Every part of me was on
fire and I raced towards my peak several times. But each time he seemed to
know exactly when I was about to explode, and slowed me down. Even his
sphincter muscles seemed to obey his commands, and it felt as though several
times he simply clamped himself around my burning shaft and waited while my
excitement ebbed a little before starting again. I was in ecstasy and agony
- the constant, continual barrage of unabated passion making my balls roll
and heave, my body demanding the release of orgasm but my mind wishing this
could go on forever.

Finally I could take it no more. "AHHH," I screamed at him. "I have to cum!
Please, please, let me blow?"

"Are you not enjoying our union, then?" he asked, but with an evil smile
which told me he knew damned well how much I was.

"Oh fuck yesss! But please, I'm begging you - if I don't cum soon my balls
are gonna explode! Please, Arthur, have pity on me and let me blow!
PLEASE!!!!!"

With a low chuckle, he relented. "I think perhaps our time has come," he
hissed. At that, he crunched himself down onto me once again, and did
something with his sphincter that seemed to tease every nerve in my cock
beyond endurance. With a bellow of pure lust, I speared myself up into him,
and my balls drew back, pouring their load into my ravaged cock. I didn't
just shoot, I cannoned into him. Load after load of jizz belched out of me
as my whole frame shook and twitched with the agony of release. On and on I
went, not able to believe that I could cum so much. And I swore that his
body drank it in, and milked me for more. His rectum closed tightly around
me and it felt as though my prong were being suctioned from within, drained
of every iota of sperm. Eventually, I felt myself slow, although my dick
remained hard within him - another source of amazement. I usually softened
fairly quickly after reaching climax, but not today. Still gripping me
tightly within him, he threw his head back and uttered a guttural roar as
his cock expanded and spasmed, then jetted a continuous stream of searing
white cream up into the air, then down and across my body.

His essence covered me, splattering over me from head to groin. With each
oozing spot that fell upon me I had a sense of warmth, of strength and
power, that he could take so much pleasure from me. And his juice felt so
good against my skin, soaking me and giving me renewed strength to continue.
When finally he had done, he looked back into my face again with that
enigmatic smile, and slowly released the hold he had on my cock, lifting
himself off and allowing my prick to slide from him and fall, still hard
against my stomach. From a purely mechanical point of view, I may have been
the one fucking him, but in every other way; physically, emotionally,
mentally; he had remained in complete and absolute control of our joinder,
and I had loved it.

I tried to sit up, to thank him, but I was so exhausted by our fucking that
all I could do was smile weakly at him from the mat where I lay.
Surrendering to the tiredness which gripped my body, I dropped my head back
onto a cushion and closed my eyes, sleep overcoming me immediately.

When I came around again, Arthur was bending over me, his face close to
mine, his eyes full of concern.

"Are you well, my friend?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, just exhausted," I answered. "That was one hell of a fuck! Thank
you."

"I am so sorry," he said, still looking troubled. "Is there anything I can
get you?"

Raising up on one elbow, I grinned as my stomach rumbled. "If it's not too
much trouble, I could kill for something to eat. I'm starving!"

"Of course, of course," he nodded in understanding. "I had overlooked the
need for rest and for nourishment - the bane and the drawback of mortality.
Let me tend to your needs!"

With that, he disappeared through a door on one side of the room. I lay back
again, still tired, but curious. The light from the windows high above
seemed to have shifted, and I had trouble guessing the hour. In a few
minutes Arthur returned, carrying a large tray laden with bread, fruit and
cold meat.

"I trust this is satisfactory?" he asked, indicating the platter. "It is
many years since I have entertained, and am unsure of the current customs."

"It's great!" I said enthusiastically, pulling at a chunk of meat and
slapping it between two slices of bread. I looked around again, and between
chews managed to ask, "So what time is it? I can't seem to make out where
the sun is."

He smiled, a look of relief on his face now. "Sol makes his way to the
zenith. Noon approaches outside this place."

"Noon? But it was well after that when we came inside! How long did I
sleep?"

"Not long, only enough to replenish your strength. But time can play tricks,
and it is measured differently within these walls from the world beyond."

"Err, whatever," I said, dismissing the comment since I didn't fully
understand it. My eyes were drooping again, and I obviously hadn't recovered
as well as I had thought. "Do you mind if I take a nap?" I asked.

"Please do," he nodded. "Are you sufficiently comfortable here?"

"Yeah, this'll be fine thanks," I yawned, as my head dropped again, and
sleep came on quickly.

****

It was dark when I opened my eyes. Darker at least, for the light was no
longer shining from above, although the golden glow of candles provided
illumination to the room. As I awoke, I realised that my head was cradled in
Arthur's lap, his hands resting softly against my chest, his body warming
and protecting me. I looked up into his face. His eyes were closed and his
lips moved in a silent chant. Reluctant to disturb him, or even to move in
any way since I felt so safe and comfortable, I let my gaze drift to the
room itself. The ceiling seemed impossibly high, lost in the shadows. On all
sides, the walls looked to be stone work, but carved with intricate
patterns. I had not taken a lot of notice of them before, but lazily
examined them now.

Suddenly it occurred to me that the patterns were actually images - pictures
if you like, sculpted into the stone. And what pictures they were! In any
other place they would be called pornographic, and I was fascinated and
aroused by them. Hundreds of depictions of men, in every imaginable [and
some unimaginable] sexual union. Fucking, sucking, rimming - all the
variations possible. They were in couples, in groups, alone. All of them
bore massive cocks, and most of them seemed to be dressed in strange straps
and pants. I squinted, trying to see them better without moving away from
the man in whose arms I lay. And comprehension hit - they were in leather -
harnesses, chaps, boots and caps. It was like some kind of mediaeval version
of Tom of Finland, and it was hot, fucking hot!

I felt him stir, and looked back to his face. "Hey there," I smiled. "How
are you?"

"I am well," he grinned back. "Are you rested now?"

"Yeah, thanks. Umm ... this place?' I began.

"Yes?"

"I thought it was an ancient ruin, yet it's so, I don't know ... so warm. And
furnished, and ... well, I was just admiring the pictures carved into the
walls ..."

"Ah, yes of course," he said thoughtfully. "Homage to Priapus - do you find
them inspiring?"

I blushed, just a little. "I don't know about inspiring, but they're
certainly arousing! And all that leather - I though this place was really
old."

"It is! Did you think that the love of leather, the joy of domination and
submission by matched males, was something recent? This sanctuary, and these
carvings, date back to the times when this land was ruled from Rome!"

"Wow!" I responded. "It's so well preserved - nothing like the ruins you
would expect."

I sat for a few minutes, feeling the strength of his body against my own,
while I thought about the history of this building, and tried to remember
what I could of ancient Rome. "So who would have thought the old Romans
would have been right at home in today's leather bars?' I said flippantly,
smiling at him.

He appeared to not understand. "Leather bars?"

"Yeah, you know, where guys get dressed up like in these pictures, and go
out for a drink."

His eyes widened a little. "Then the enjoyment of sex and leather between
men is once again acceptable?" he asked.

"Well ... I don't know if you'd call it 'acceptable', but there are a lot of
guys out there who are into it, that's for sure." I wondered just how long
it was since he had been to a city of any real size.

"And you ... do you frequent such places? Do you garb yourself in the leather
as appears on these walls?"

I gulped a little, and looked away, embarrassed again. "Nah. I haven't ever
had the guts to try it. Besides, all the gear is so expensive, and I've only
just finished my studies. But it sure is hot - I wouldn't mind trying
sometime. Maybe when I get home..."

The handsome man against whom I was resting lifted me away and stood up,
before pulling me to my feet. We stood there, face to face, and yet again I
began to feel the first flush of excitement. He was truly beautiful, and
radiated a sense of power and strength which I found both fascinating and
irresistible. His eyes studied me closely for several minutes, then looked
around the walls, as if seeing the images of leathered men in sexual
congress for the first time.

"I think I have something you will enjoy," he said.

"I know you have something I enjoy," I replied, brazenly reaching out and
taking his long but flaccid cock in my hand. He grinned.

"Ah yes, but even more - come with me!" He took my hand and turned, leading
me through a doorway out of this room and into another, smaller space where
he lit a candle and held it up. My eyes widened in amazement at the treasure
trove which was revealed.

To be continued ...


This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!