Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2011 11:48:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: D.O. <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bragenhos Saga - King's Gambit (Gay, SF/Fantasy)

                        Bragenhos Saga -- King's Gambit

By D.O.
celliophonic@yahoo.com
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                This tale is set in a world of high fantasy, of orcs and magic,
of swords and sorcery, known as Bragenhos. It shares a setting with a previous
story I wrote, The Tavern.


                Lithe, blonde, fifteen year-old Luka stared up at the
black-skinned and all together evil-looking visage of his captor, his...
husband.  He had been given to the orc lord, Torgan Zhakul, by his own
father, King Kresimir of River's End. He was now simply a jhuu-lia, the
boy-wife of the powerful Warchief, leader of the black orcs of
Noshtakarrath.  They had been wed this very evening and now was the
occasion of their first mating together as man and boy-wife. His mind
flashed back to that fateful night, barely a month ago, when he was
betrothed to the brutish monster.

....................................................................................

                ("I should think that men such as ourselves, fellow warriors,
can hash out a peace that is acceptable to all parties. What say you, Warchief?"
The king spoke with a knowing glint in his eye, looking directly at his fearsome
foe, showing no fear; no weakness. He looked at his crying daughters, knowing
that they surely hated him for promising one of them to the ugly, despicable
warlord; forcing them into an inter-species marriage and likely pregnancy. Oh
well. They would live with his decision. He was, after all, the king. But he
soon realized that Warchief Zhakul only had eyes for his young and lovely son,
Luka.)

                ("Ahhh, heh, heh, heh, heh. Yes, yes oh King." The orc spoke
with a deep-throated, gruff voice and a heavy accent, although he spoke the
Common tongue rather well. One sometimes still had to strain to understand his
words. "I have defeated you on the field, King and now I demand to be given one
of your......litter to mate with. Your girls are all very pretty, indeed, but I
would have the companionship of your boy here. Heh, heh. I would have him as my
jhuu-lia, as long as he is untouched. I believe I might enjoy fucking him. Is
that going to be a problem, King?")

                ("Of...of course not, Warchief. And he is indeed, untouched.  I
would be pleased that you desire my son's hand, as your jhuu-lia. You honor
me......and this house. Would that this union might bring us all some needed peace..."
The two men looked in each others' eyes, searching for any sign of failing or
flaw. They found none. A lesser man might blanch at the thought of giving a
teenage son up, into what amounted to a form of sexual slavery. King Kresimir
cared little for that, cared little for the boy's feelings. Luka was his
youngest; he had other sons to take his crown when he was gone.  "Consider it
done, Warchief Zhakul. Luka will serve you......in whatever way you require..." Luka
saw the look of disdain and disgust from his father, realizing the King thought
him only worthy of being an orc lord's bitch.)

..............................................................................

                And now, here he lay on perfumed sheets, awaiting his
eventual...deflowering. Dressed in a sheer, one-piece gossamer gown of the finest
white silk, it hugged his slender waist and supple buttocks and although it
covered every inch of skin, except his hands, from neck to toe, it left nothing
of him hidden from the view of his new spouse. A large, lace edged opening had
been strategically cut right over the rear of the gown, allowing for unfettered
access to his intimate place. Tiny pink lace bands adorned his wrists and ankles
with another special band tied around the limp-hanging flesh between his legs.
Around his neck, a pink lace choker collar. The orc lord wanted for him to feel
effeminate, as that is essentially what he would become; a female. Luka felt
completely exposed and truth be told, he was; naked before his lord, his master,
the man who would soon be his lover and know him like no other.


He had over the course of the previous month, (against his will, of course) had
his had his ears, nose, tongue, nipples, belly button and his manhood (such as
it was) pierced. He wore a thin but strong chain running from each ear lobe to
the ring in his nose, than that was attached to his tongue stud.  Then two
chains ran down and fastened to each of his nipple rings, followed by one that
snaked to his belly ring and finally came to an end attaching to the tiny
ringlet that looped out the end of his penis. He had been marked by a tattoo on
the small of his back; Zhakul's tribal symbol, the signature three-pronged
scimitar of the clan's warriors. It was inked in black, and then colored with
drippings of red to represent blood. A small black, brand on his left shoulder
marked him as the War chief's jhuu-lia. It had been explained to him that the
ringlet that perforated his dickhead represented his ownership by and his
devotion to the orc chieftain who claimed him, similar to wedding rings
exchanged between humans and many other races. Zhakul wore a steel stud in his
cock.

Immediately prior to the night's bedding, he had been bathed, shaven of all body
hair, his waist-length blond tresses soaped and scented. He had been given an
inner cleansing as well, forced to take water through a hose into his ass and
then squat out any waste left in his bowels. He was then perfumed, some rouge
applied to his facial features and then finally given the traditional bridal
gown of the jhuu-lia to `dress' in. He felt foolish in the face rouge and the
lacy bit of nothing he was wearing. But in the eyes of the orc tribe, he was
ready to be given as a boy-wife of their Warchief. The boy had never felt less
ready for anything in his young life.

                Luka felt his breath coming in tiny gasps as Warchief Zhakul
entered the chamber, slamming the heavy oak doors behind him. The royal lad
jumped, startled and looked fearfully at the much older male. The orc's skin was
like the blackest onyx and he was absolutely massive. He stood about six foot
eight and around three hundred pounds of chiseled, granite-like muscle; at least
a foot taller and a hundred twenty pounds heavier than Luka. Orcs were never
handsome, and Zhakul was no exception. Black, scarred, leathered skin was
stretched tight over his skull and rows of sharp, pointy teeth lined his mouth,
which always seemed to be set in an unsightly and malevolent sneer. He was
heavily pierced and tattooed and he wore a necklace of scalps taken from his
enemies.

                "Ahhh there you are, little dove. Are you ready for your
husband? My cock is both thick of girth and long of length and I assure you I
mean to plunder every last inch of your insides with it. I ache for some fresh
quimmy, my beautiful boy-wife. I've not had other than orc pussy for months and
I hunger for something a bit......sweeter. Heh, heh, heh." As he spoke, Zhakul
removed first his wicked, curved scimitar and then his orcish breastplate,
letting both slide to the ground with heavy clanging thuds. He was shirtless
beneath it and his now naked flesh nigh on rippled with power and ferocity.
Jagged scars ran everywhere across his physique and the boy realized the man was
even more heavily pierced and tattooed that he had originally known. Luka
swallowed hard, knowing, although not certain how he knew it, that those muscles
would soon be covering him, owning his body. Zhakul's pant leggings came off
next; he was self assured as he unlaced the front ties and pushed them down to
the floor.


                Luka was distressed by what he saw swinging from the orc's
crotch; a member of almost unimaginable proportions, surrounded by a near forest
of thick, crinkled hair, and it wasn't even hard yet. Black like the rest of
him, pierced at the tip and nearly as depraved looking as his scimitar. Zhakul
slid into the bed next to the wide-eyed human lad, so slim and pretty with skin
the white of alabaster, pale and smooth, his face slightly more pinkish from the
make-up. The boy shied away as soon as Zhakul's calloused hands touched the silk
of the flimsy gown that was covering nothing, merely enhancing his appeal to his
husband. Both their breaths were coming quicker now; Luka was overwhelmed by the
scent of the black orc settling into his bed to christen the sheets with his
young boy bride. The older warlord had a heady natural aroma, earthy and very
musky. The boy could liken it to nothing else and yet he knew instinctively that
his husband smelled......primal, sexual and all together male.

                Zhakul reached for the stoppered vial of heated oil he had
ordered left on the nightstand, even as he ordered the boy into position. "Move
to your side, with your back to me, my jhuu-lia. I would have right of entry to
you from behind. It is easier for a jhuu-lia if he doesn't see his husband's
manhood before being pierced. Heh, heh." Luka did as bade, but apparently not
quickly enough for the warlord's liking. He felt sharp jabbing of pain radiating
through his whole body as the black orc yanked hard on his chain, causing it to
pull on every appendage it was attached to. He cried out in pain and shock. The
Warchief spoke again in his deep and guttural voice, fear shooting up Luka's
spine as he heard the displeasure in his husband. "My jhuu-lia always obeys me
immediately! Is that clear, boy? You are no longer a prince of the human lands;
you belong to me."  He started as he felt Zhakul's meaty paw thrice slap his
smooth buns sharply through the gauzy gown. "Tell your husband you belong to
him, ka-teth." Ka-teth was a word vaguely analogous to `bitch' or `cunt' in the
common language. It was not complimentary.


                Luka was crying now, tears streaming unheeded down his cheeks.
"I...I belong to......to you, my...husband." The orc laughed. He was enjoying this
human's servitude to him and he meant very much to enjoy all that the boy had to
offer. The stupid human king, the boy's father, thought this alliance would mean
peace. Did he not know that orcs hate peace? The boy's marriage to him would
mean nothing eventually. But for now, Zhakul was going to have what belonged to
him. "Going to slick you, boy. I have little patience to squander on gently
taking your maidenhead. I wish to mate with my jhuu-lia, so prepare." Luka's
heart was racing as he felt the orc lord's substantial weight behind him and the
man shifted a bit. He felt that still limp organ, as if lying in wait, softy
brushing against the back of his thigh. He heard the slight pop as the cork was
released from the jar Zhakul had picked up moments before. He heard the sound of
something wet sloshing onto skin and then his warlord's beefy fingers were
prying into his opening, through the hole in the nightgown.

                Instantly, Luka tightened up the muscles of his bumhole. But
those long, strong, probing digits, slick as they were with heated oil, would
not be denied. First one slipped in to the first knuckle, then past the second
knuckle. He lay in the crook of Zhakul's arm, his back pressed against that
amazingly chiseled chest. He could feel the black orc's breath on his neck, in
his ear. "Shhhh, be still ka-teth. A jhuu-lia should ache for his husband's cock
inside his pussy. You belong to me now, and so does your pussy. Soon, little
dove, you will find that my ownership of you knows no bounds but the ones I set.
In the coming weeks you will learn to dance for me, to entice and excite me. You
will learn to use your mouth to pleasure my cock, my balls and my shithole. You
will drink my piss as if it's the finest wine you've ever tasted. But for
tonight, I will satisfy myself with taking your, how do your people say it?
Cherry? Heh, heh yes, that's it. Your cherry." Luka felt another finger slip
into him and then a third, and they delved deeply. His asshole felt on fire and
he could scarcely believe it when he arched his back a little, involuntarily
trying to get more of those probers inside him. It was not by accident; the oil
had many sensual ingredients, melded together specifically to cause arousal in a
young boy's bowels, forcing need and desire for a man's cock. His own smaller
cock was suddenly hard as a nail. "Heh, heh yes you like that, don't you my
sweet? I knew you would the moment I laid eyes on you; knew you were born to be
jhuu-lia to an orc lord......born to serve me." As he spoke, Zhakul pulled his
fingers out of the boy and proceeded to slather some of the salve on his quickly
hardening manhood. He was soon extended to his full magnitude: a foot long and
almost seven inches around. Initial entry was going to be painful for the lad,
but everyone he had lain with had survived. It would be no different this time.

...................................................................

                                (A jhuu-lia could only be wed to one man, per
orcish custom, but a man, particularly a powerful man such as Warchief Zhakul,
could have multiple jhuu-lia if it pleased him. Zhakul had discovered some time
ago that although he still enjoyed breeding his own females, he also was drawn
to the beautiful females of the fairer races. He then found that when he was
negotiating peace accords with defeated enemies, he could demand betrothal to
the females and even the males of the other species, under the guise of peace.
It was humiliating enough for a conquered foe to give up a daughter to mate with
the brutish orc, but another thing entirely when forced to give a son to such an
arrangement. And through magic, breeding could occur even between males. Zhakul
knew of another orc chieftain whose elvish jhuu-lia had born him four
half-breeds. He did not know how this magic worked but he would be certain to
consult with his shaman to find out. Nothing would bring him greater pleasure
than parading the young royal prince with a full pregnant belly in front of the
lad's once-powerful father and having the king know that Zhakul's runt was
growing inside his son.)

.............................................................................

                Luka had closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the
sensory excess he was feeling. He was surprised as he felt Zhakul slip something
over his head and face. He opened his eyes and saw a black, round ball attached
to leather straps. "One last thing......I will not care to hear you speak once I
have taken you, so you will wear this gag at all times, except to eat and to
please me with your mouth. Otherwise, this will be in your mouth and strapped
around your head. Is that clear? Heh, heh. Little ka-teth. You have much to
learn about becoming my boy-wife. Much indeed......" With those words Zhakul placed
the ball gag in the lad's mouth, strapped it firmly around the back of his head
and Luka would come to know what silence truly meant. What it was to be allowed
no opinion on anything. "That's a good boy, little Luka. Now, we mate!" Luka was
astonished to hear the chieftain speak his name but he had no time to think
about it as the metal studded tip of the orc's cock began to push against his
tiny hole. And even as he wanted to hate this, wanted to feel nothing but hatred
toward this foul black orc, instead he felt nothing but aching desire, wanton
lust......need steadily creeping through his insides, stealing swiftly throughout
his guts.


                For his part, Zhakul truly did try to go somewhat slowly,
applying steady pressure but he simply had to have the boy now. Luka screamed,
muffled by the ball gag, as he felt his most intimate place beginning to open,
stretching around the head of his man's prick. First the cold steel of the stud,
then the hot flesh of the glans as he was deflowered. He seemed not quite big
enough to fit the warrior's bull-like cock inside, but then...success! Luka gasped
as his rear muscle snapped tight around his new husband's member and just like
that, they were officially man and jhuu-lia. Zhakul had his left arm wrapped
tightly around the lad, hurriedly pinching each of his nipples with an intense
viciousness. "I'm now your owner, boy prince. You are open to me any time I wish
to have you. But you have many more inches to go and as I told you before, I'm
not in a gentle mood. So let's move to the fuck, shall we?" With a powerful
thrust born of reckless craving, Warchief Zhakul fully entered his boy-wife and
took ownership of the lad's entire body. The slick, heated tightness massaging
his entire engulfed length drove him crazy as he hammered his cock home and he
let out a harsh shout, almost like a war cry. Indeed, he felt the same
exhilaration now as he often did in battle, rage and lust and ferocity
overtaking his actions.


                Luka screamed himself hoarse, slobbering around the ball gag as
he was. The pain was unlike anything he could have imagined when Zhakul took him
in one plunging stroke. He suffered the orc's rough fingers relentlessly
tweaking his nipples, even though the silky gown, the spiky peaks made ever more
sensitive by their piercings. He could feel the warlord's sharp teeth biting
into the soft flesh of his neck. Without warning, Zhakul grabbed one of the
pillows and shoved it down into Luka's crotch and swiftly pushed him onto his
stomach. With the pillow underneath him, it served to arch his back, offering up
his hindquarters to his husband. The black orc wasted no time. He needed to
fuck. He was not here to make love to his jhuu-lia, but rather to satisfy his
own selfish cravings.


                "AHHH, FUCK YES, BOY! TAKE MY COCK, YOU LITTLE KA-TETH! GIVE ME
YOUR FUCKING PUSSY! GIVE UP YOUR PUSSY TO YOUR NEW HUSBAND! YEEEES, BOY!! OHHH
GODS YES!! YOUR CHERRY IS MINE!" Zhakul was shouting almost incoherently as he
used his twelve inch orc cock as a battering ram in the boy's guts. The moist
slit accepted him now all the way and he could simply not stop himself from
pounding into it uncompromisingly. The boy would know no mercy this night.
Zhakul loved to mount a ka-teth in this manner; it was the truest form of
submission when a male presented his rear end for mounting and penetration by
another male. It was true defeat.


                Luka's mind was reeling from the overload of emotions he was
feeling right now. He could not accept as true that he wanted to be fucked like
this and yet he was powerless to stop himself from pushing back into every
thrust of that cock driving into his flesh, into his very soul it seemed. His
guts were overheated and seemed almost to secrete......something that was making
them both crazy with hunger for each other. Luka truly ached for Zhakul's touch,
for his prick, longed to be owned just like this. And so he showed his husband
just how much he needed him. The orc was not gentle and Luka did not wish him to
be. He felt totally alive, like he had been meant to play this role his whole
life and just hadn't found it until now. He loved that Zhakul was keeping him
gagged and quiet. It somehow seemed right and proper. He would not fight it. He
needed to be at Zhakul's side whenever possible, needed to spend nights beneath
the lustful Warchief. He grinded his aching prick into the pillow, working to
meet his husband in a frenzied rhythm of sexuality and primitive lust. He was
crying, screaming into his gag, and it was no longer a scream of simply pain,
but one of pain mixed with sheer pleasure and wanton longing. He suddenly
stiffened and shot his load of boy sap into the pillow. As he did, his muscles
flexed and relaxed around the black cock powering into him, flexed and relaxed.
Again and again as he shot his cream.

                Zhakul loved his new jhuu-lia's tight pussy hole, flexing as it
was now as the boy climaxed. He just kept slamming and pounding and fucking into
it. "UGHHHH FUCK YES BY THE GODS!! BY THE FUCKING GODS BOY! THIS IS THE TIGHTEST
PUSSY I'VE EVER STABBED! YES MY LITTLE KA-TETH!! TAKE MY FUCK! TAKE MY COCK BOY!
GOING TO CUM! SO FUCKING CLOSE!! ARRRGGGHHHH!! YEEEEESSSSSS! YES! YES!
YEEEESSSSS!!" And so, shouting into his boy-wife's ears, Zhakul of Noshtakarrath
came in a bellowing, roaring mass, spewing his seed into his jhuu-lia's freshly
opened boy pussy, all the while loving the whimpering, muffled sounds the
ka-teth was making. He fired shot after shot of breed into the moaning, cumming
one-time prince writhing beneath him. It felt as if they were floating in
absolute bliss, connected together in a union so intimate. It was as if Luka's
very innards had melted around the orc's prick, such was the scalding heat of
their mating.

                Zhakul rolled off the boy's back and onto his side next to him,
his cock making a squelching sound as he withdrew. Luka let out a whimper as
well, sounding dejected that his husband was no longer inside him. Zhakul sucked
in several deep breaths. The sexual activity had drained him of more than just
his seed, but his energy, his breath and so it seemed, every last drop of bodily
fluids that he had in him. The sheets next to him were drenched with sweat and
oil and seed from both of them.


                "Well, my little dove. It seems you have been properly bedded
and bred. You are now my jhuu-lia, if there was any doubt before. I look forward
to making this a regular occurrence. Heh, heh." Luka could do nothing but mumble
a muffled reply around his ball gag, his tear-streaked face and reddened eyes
telling Zhakul all he needed to know about how things had gone for the boy. The
orc chieftain planned to have another go or two or three with his new boy bride
before the night was through, but for now all either could do was nod off. Luka
curled into his husband's arms, content to allow the muscular orc to arrange him
in any fashion, wanting nothing more than to feel protected.  And they slept the
sleep of lovers......




Hope somebody liked that. Let me know if you want further stories involving
these characters or just set in this world. Does the magical impregnation idea
interest anyone? Feedback is an author's best friend so feel free to fire off
some comments or questions......
 Best, D.O.
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