Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2010 20:10:25 -0400
From: Eric Paris <thephantom69@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Horse and his boys Part 8

A Horse and His Boys
Part IIX

Just before noon, the Golden Prince walked down a solitary corridor, alone
but for the golden serpent bracelet, which curled around his wrist,
unmoving.

There were no torches, only the sun filtering through crystal windows and
reflecting off the polished marble columns and walls.  Paintings,
tapestries, and statues lined the hallway, depicting only humans and solid
gold serpents, frozen in time, the figures and poses erotic, beautiful, and
somewhat eerie.

Wherever the image of a serpent was represented, either in cloth, paint, or
stone, it seemed to come alive as the Golden Prince walked past, writhing
and turning their golden bodies and jeweled eyes to stare at the boy.

He wore only a white, silken toga, which hung loosely about his golden
flesh.  Every step seemed to loosen its hold on his body, the material
slowly slipping from its folds, gradually slipping further down his waist,
revealing more of his perfect bubble ass... the beginning of his golden
cock...

Finally he reached the end of the hallway, which boasted no great arch, no
gateway, no magnificent, ornately carved door.  The wall was simply a
mirror, which rose to the ceiling, from wall to wall.

Before it lay only a statue, its highest point almost reaching the ceiling,
in the form of a giant snake.

The statue was made of solid gold, its polished surface gleaming in the
stray beams of sunlight which licked over its coiled form.  It was
incredibly lifelike, its eyes marked by purple gems the size of a
Minotaur's fist, and seemed to watch the observer wherever they moved.  A
long, forked, golden tongue unfurled from the open, fanged maw.

The Golden Prince stood before this statue, gently stroking the snout of
the serpent, lifting one leg, so the forked tongue slipped through his toga
between his legs, and sat upon it.

He leaned forward, ducking his head into the open maw, between the long,
razor sharp fangs, and kissed the tongue.  He slid his hands even deeper,
towards the back of the throat...

As he did so, the golden serpent bracelet slipped from his wrist,
slithering, alive, down the throat of the statue.  And at that moment, the
statue of the golden serpent came to life.

It warmed, the metal heating up like the flesh of a lover, but remained
metallic.  The Golden Prince squirmed, sliding his sack and ass along the
now moving, forked tongue, which seemed to drool molten gold, coating the
Princes flesh.  He wrapped his legs around that undulating tongue, just as
it gently reared its head, lifting him from the floor.

Its mouth remained open, the Golden Prince now lying flat against the
tongue, hot breath washing over him.  The tip of the forked tongue flicked
at his hole, teasing it, before dipping inside him.  As it did, his eyes
rolled back in his head in ecstasy, his body bucking in orgasm.

The moment his cum touched the tongue of the golden serpent statue, the
head reared back, the tongue plunged deeper, and the prince was enclosed in
the hot, gold-drooling maw of the serpent.  It twisted its head around
slowly, the Prince still cumming within, and plunged its head into the
mirror wall.

Instead of shattering, it rippled like a pool of silver, as if glass were a
cream-textured, upright puddle.  And the statue grew still, its head now
buried in the mirror wall, who's surface rippled, faded, then stilled.



"You should have run from me.  Why didn't you?" asked the mahogany furred
Minotaur, who sat with his back against a tree, the two boys standing on
either side of him.  He was bleeding from scratches on his legs, and a deep
wound in his side.

The boys looked at each other, then Sacha spoke.  "You saved us.  He was
going to kill-"

"You were going to kill him," stated the Minotaur, holding up a hand, his
voice deep, intimidating.

"Well, sir..." began Kyle, his voice timid.  "He did rape our friend and
you both kidnapped us...  Were we wrong in trying to get away?"

The minotaur grunted, shaking his heavy, horned head.

Sacha added, emboldened by the silence, "And you healed our friend,
Corin...  I saw you touch his hole... and that purple glow... it seemed to
tighten up and... look like its normal, beautiful self..." he trailed off,
blushing, realizing he was describing it too well.

The minotaur grumbled.  "Simply because I do not wish to see an innocent in
pain does not mean I will not complete my mission.  I just have different
methods than Grimok... had.  And if he killed you, as I am sure he would
have... it would have meant failure on my part."

The boys seemed to study him carefully.  Kyle spoke quietly, "So... you're
definitely not going to hurt or... or kill us?"

The minotaur shook his head.

"And what happens to us when we get where we're going?"

The minotaur sighed.  "You'll find out.  But it won't hurt, and you won't
be killed."

"And you can't let us go?"

The minotaur shook his head.

The boys turned away to speak to each other in whispers.  The minotaur
could hear them perfectly well, but out of courtesy, pretended not to.  It
mattered not what they planned, he was not so careless as Grimok, and would
not allow them to slip away once he tended his wounds.

"What do we do?  I don't want to go with him... I don't like the sound of
where we're headed.  But he's... not evil.  I don't know what to do!" Kyle
bit his lips trying to think, and stared at Sacha with a pleading
expression, as if silently begging him for guidance.

Sacha took a deep breath.  "Do you feel different?"

Kyle blinked.  "What?"

Sacha looked at the ground, frowning in thought.  "Since we came here... do
you feel different?"

Kyle shook his head to clear it.  He'd been so distracted with everything
that had been happening he hadn't had time to think straight.  "I... well,
I guess..."

Sacha stared at him.  "Do you feel... horny?  Like, all the time?"

Kyle blushed.  Sacha suppressed a grin.  Only yesterday he'd been the one
blushing and nervous, while Kyle had taken his cum covered cock in his
mouth-

"I didn't say anything, but now that you mention it... Yes!  Sacha, I don't
understand it.  Every time we've cum since we've been here, it's like I'm
cumming for the first time!  I can't smell cum without going crazy...
Everyone is so beautiful here... "

"And you don't feel weird about being naked either, do you?" prompted
Sacha.

Kyle stared down at their nude bodies, covered in sweat, grass, dirt, and
fur.  "No... I feel like... it's how we're supposed to be.  This place is
so strange, but it's like we've always been here.  I don't understand
it..."

Sacha nodded.  "Neither do I.  And I love Corin, but if this Minotaur has
been sent to get us, if we ran away to get back to him, we might just put
him in more danger."

Kyle glanced back at the Minotaur, who was quietly mending some of his
wounds with the strange, purple, misty magic.  "Can we just run away
somewhere else?"

Sacha shook his head.  "This one would find us.  And we have no idea where
to go.  He's not going to hurt us, and he risked his life taking on that
other bull man to keep us safe.  That's a better option to me than running
into another Grimok."

Kyle sighed.  "So we just follow him?"

Sacha swallowed.  "We need to find out more about this place... we need to
understand why it makes us feel the way it does.  I think we need to just
see this through."

Kyle pleaded, "Sacha, I'm scared..."

Sacha hugged him tight, wrapping one leg around him, their limp cocks
pressed together, and kissed him tenderly.  "So am I.  But we're together,
and we're going to not only help each other, but one day find our way back
to Corin."

Kyle managed a tear-streaked smile.  "I love you Sacha."

Sacha kissed him again, deeply, passionately.  Then, breaking this kiss,
and hugging him even tighter, whispered into his ear, "I love you too,
baby."




The Golden Serpent opened its maw, strings of molten gold splitting between
the fangs like drool, the Golden Prince now completely bathed in gold, his
cock still twitching out a last offering of cum to the giant statue.

He slid down off the tongue, landing on his feet, the tongue arching to
lick along his ass cleavage, nudging him to an upright position, then
resumed its solid, unmoving form.

The golden serpent bracelet had returned to his wrist.  The toga was gone.

The Golden Prince now stood in a small chamber, circular, with a pool in
its center.  The pool however was filled with what was apparently at one
point molten gold, and had cooled to a solid.  The prince calmly walked out
to the very center, and waited.  Looking up at the domed roof above, he saw
the edges of the sun just reaching the hole in the very center.  Closing
his eyes, he took a deep breath, and waited.

The sun moved inexorably closer, filling more and more of the hole in the
roof, until at last it was all that could be seen, the blue sky was gone,
and only rays of the sun penetrated the hole, bathing the prince and the
pool of solid gold the warm rays of its light.

The prince waited...

And then it happened.

The gold upon which he stood liquefied, and slowly he felt his bare feet
sinking into the hard metal, and like syrup, it licked up his legs,
encompassed his balls, and cock, finally only his head remained above the
syrup-like golden pool.

He felt the golden serpent bracelet slip from his wrist.

The pool of gold began to slosh and churn, for it was home to hundreds of
golden snakes.

They slid and licked around the submerged body of the prince, keeping him
buoyant, and massaging his entire body in the warm, golden liquid.  They
encircled his cock, stroking it in slick, pulsing motions, brushed along
his sack, wriggled into his hole, bit and sucked at his nipples.

The prince let himself slip into a semi-conscious state, as he always did
during his weekly "spa".  That is what the voices which whispered to him
called it... they spoke even now... but he would not listen... they always
spoke during his spa, but he never cared...  it was ecstasy, and
conversation has no place in it.

~brotherssssssss.... we have good newsssssssss.... humansssss, from the
sssssssilent realm.... that placcccccccce we cannot sssssssseeeeeeeee, but
are curssssssed to remember...... They are here.....  We have ussssssed the
puppet princcccce to ssssssend the minotaurssss to bring them to ussssss~

~Sssssuch a thing hassssss not happened for two THOUSSSSSAND
yearsSsssssss!~

~Ssssssuch creaturesssss could bring ussssss the sssssssoulsssssss of
millionsssssss!~

~We musssssst have them!~

~We mussssst sssssseeeeeed them!~

~Yesssss but for now.... the puppet princccce hasssss a
fressssssh.... sssssssucculent young sssssssssoul for ussss!~

~Let usssss tassssssste thisssss.... let ussssss sssssssuck it from
him......  Let us feassssst!~

The prince bobbed in the golden pool, bathed in golden sun and golden
snakes, and reached his climax.  The soul which he had taken from the new
slave boy slowly, sensually slipped down his stomach.... through his balls,
and with slow, exquisite agony, gushed forth from his jerking cock, along
with load after load of his own, princely cum.

The serpents writhed and danced in an orgy of cum and gold, the golden
serpent bracelet returning to his wrist.  As he continued to cum, the
giant, golden serpent statue leaned its head forward, wrapped its tongue
around the prince's body, and extracted him from the pool, just as the last
rays of the sun left the hole, and the liquid returned to solid.

When the tongue of the serpent licked his ass, it was on the other side of
the mirror wall, once again nudging him into a standing position.  The
moment the forked tongue of the golden serpent statue left his ass, he was
fully conscious, and the statue was still.

Gathering his toga back around him, he walked back down the hallway towards
the main area of the palace.  His legs were shaky.

He rounded a corner, and a tall, muscular guard snapped to attention as he
passed.

His muscles bulged beneath his red robes and revealing armor.  The prince
smiled sweetly at the guard, who grew instantly hard at the sight of the
prince.  Sweating, he struggled to maintain his rigid, soldier pose.

The prince grinned.

The toga fell once more to the floor.

The armor took longer, but not much.

The guard was older, in his twenties, tougher...

The prince yielded sweetly.

The guard warmed the prince's bed that night.

Along with three more he met on the way...

To be continued...

**Well, if that made people cum half as hard as I did while writing it,
I'll feel very good about this chapter;)  E-mail is always welcome, and if
you're really feeling good, show me what my story does to you...

thephantom69@hotmail.com
Eric Paris