Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 01:20:26 -0400
From: sex sorcerer <sexsorcerer@gmail.com>
Subject: Abarj's Revenge/Part 1/Sex Sorcerer Series

	Abarj stood on the plateau looking out over the forest below toward
the grand city of Sarsansy. Each day that the army moved closer - his
excitement grew. He would thoroughly enjoy the day his, or shall he say,
his majesty's troops entered the city victoriously. There would be a bloody
battle that would take place before, and perhaps half of his troops would
be lost but the prize was so great it didn't matter. Once it was over he
would be the sole ruler of Sarsansy and the Grand Sorcerer would be his
humble servant. He laughed out loud at the thought.

	"What is so funny Abarj," his majesty asked?

	"Nothing your highness, nothing at all. I am just thinking about
our upcoming victory, that is all."

	"The messenger has been sent to the Grand Sorcerer. He will have
three days to surrender himself and his city."

	Abarj smiled and began to wonder what sort of fruitless fight the
Grand Sorcerer would put up against him. He would be quite surprised to
find out that not only did his troops outnumber the Grand Sorcerer's ten to
one but he had a dozen wizards at his command. He had been disappointed he
hadn't been able to employ any sorcerers to his cause but a dozen wizards
would be more than enough to overwhelm the Grand Sorcerer into
submission. The wizards, however, were not exactly thrilled to learn that
they would be confronting the Grand Sorcerer himself and in turn they had
asked to be relived of their duty. He had laughed at them, and promptly
reminded them they were the ones who accepted without questioning the
entire mission. The ones who had questioned hadn't received any answers and
in turn they had refused. These twelve were the foolish ones who did not
question.

	Abarj left the plateau to return to his tent. He needed all the
rest and relaxation before the upcoming battle. Six guards surrounded his
tent at most times; those were not the only ones who protected him
though. Six other men dressed in plain garb and masqueraded as servants and
cooks and such were never far away. He walked up to the entrance to the
tent and the two immediately lifted the flap to allow him in. As he walked
past he whispered to them, "Summon Tol and Char."

	One of the guards sped away for they knew to obey his orders
without question and without hesitation. After he entered he lit the oil
lamps. He walked over to his stand mirror where examined himself, which he
did just about every night. His hair was completely gray now, not even one
black one remained. Fine wrinkles criss-crossed his face. The sad effects
of aging he thought to himself. An aging process that he still hadn't been
able to stop. However, in just a few days, weeks or at most months, he
would have all the secrets in the world at his disposal.

	Just then Tol and Char entered. They were identical twins. The only
difference between the two was a scar on Char's beautiful boyish
face. However, even that lonely scar could not distract anyone from his
beauty. He had chosen these two to accompany him on this grand quest. They
were his nightly relief from the pressures of the day. They were also
currently two of his favorites. They had been so for the past few
months. He wondered how long they would continue to be so, few favorites
had ever lasted this long.

	"Come here boys," he commanded and they did so without question or
hesitation.

	He untied his robe and let it fall to his feet. His cock was
already standing fully erect. Both of the boys fell to their knees, Char
took his balls into his mouth while Tol licked his cock up and down.

	Abarj let out moans of pleasure while the boys serviced his cock
and balls. He grabbed Tol's head and shoved his head down onto his cock and
commanded, "suck that cock boy, take it all into your mouth."

	Char gently pulled at his balls with his teeth while Tol gagged on
Abarj's cock. These two resisted in the beginning but they eventually
learned that to resist Abarj was not only fruitless but could be dangerous
as well. He trained them to be good little cock suckers.

	Now they were always eager and more than willing to please
him. They even seemed to enjoy themselves when he would allow them to of
course. Tonight he would not, he was too exhausted. He would allow them to
suck on his cock and balls until he came and then send them on their way.

	Char and Tol switched places, with Char taking the cock and Tol
taking the balls. They did this several more times before Abarj announced
that he was ready to cum. Tol was working on his cock at the time of the
announcement and quickly but gently pushed Char out of the way so he could
position himself better. He took the whole length of the cock in his warm,
moist mouth getting ready for the load that was about to come. He didn't
wait long before he felt Abarj's cock twitch in his mouth and cum was
pouring out. His mouth couldn't hold all of it and much of it slid out from
his lips down his face and chin.

	"Mmmmmm, that was nice Tol, now kiss him."

	Tol didn't hesitate, he just turned his head and placed his cum
drenched lips onto Char's and passionately kissed him letting the cum flow
back and forth between their mouths.

****

	The Sex Sorcerer walked through the corridors leading to the throne
room. There was a messenger there, his guards had informed him. It wasn't
very often someone was waiting in his throne room for him, and it didn't
put him in a very good mood. Rather than waiting for the guards to open the
chamber doors he threw his arms out and the doors crashed open. He entered
the room to find a very surprised messenger. The messenger immediately went
to one knee and held out his hand revealing a scroll.

	Nothing seemed amiss so he yanked the scroll from the boy and
opened it. He quickly scanned the letter; the letter it seemed did not
improve his mood. He looked up at the boy with a nasty scrawl on his face.

	"You may leave child and go back to your masters. Tell them they
will have their answer on the morrow."

	The child did not hesitate, he quickly sprinted to the door where
the guards led him out.

	"Summon, Alerick, Banotar, and Taric, immediately."

	The two guards that accompanied him to the chamber rapidly sped
away. Taric the dwaf wasn't far away at all, just around the corner, so he
was the first to arrive. He had a questionable look upon his face but knew
it was best to stay silent. Alerick and Banotar arrived there shortly
after, both of them staying silent.

	The Sex Sorcerer paced around the floor for a few minutes before he
stopped and addressed the three men.

	"I've received a letter today, claiming there are ten-thousand
troops not a day away here waiting to attack us."

	Taric asked with a doubtful look on his face, "Where are these
troops from and who leads them, grand sorcerer?"

	"They are from Marzana and the newly crowned king, his majesty
Gnefirti leads them or at least he is the one who signed the paper. The one
who really leads must be Abarj for he is the only one foolish enough to
believe he can accomplish such a task."

	Banotar then asked, "What are we to do Master?"

	"Our troops are highly outnumbered and I suspect I am outnumbered
as well. Abarj isn't a complete fool to think it would take only troops to
overpower me. We have no choice then but to surrender," he announced with a
perky smile.

	The three of them raised their eyebrows but did not question his
announcement - only waited for their orders.

	"The three of you are to ready the palace as well as the city for
the upcoming occupation. We must make our liberators feel welcome and at
ease. For they will be our new masters."

* * *

	Abarj rode on his stallion next to his majesty with three of the
king's guard riding in front, in back and on each side. Abarj was not in a
good mood, his plan had worked but it had worked too well. He had expected
a long drawn out battle, not a quick and easy surrender. His majesty had
taken the news in stride. He was still too new of a king to understand the
plots and counterplots that surrounded him. He thought just because he was
king, people, whether they were lords, commoners or foreigners would obey
his commands without question or reluctance. Of course his naivety was one
of the reasons Abarj had chosen to align himself with him and help bring
him to power. The king did understand one thing at least, if wasn't for
Abarj he wouldn't be king.

Abarj knew of enough of the Grand Sorcerer to know that he was a master of
trickery. He would have to be very observant when they entered the city and
especially the palace. He would have to make sure at least two of the
wizards were around him as well as the king at all times. He would not be
caught off guard.

As they approached the city Abarj soon realized the gates were closed. He
knew this was some sort of trick; he was about to command a halt when the
gates slowly began to swing open.

"I don't think it would be wise to bring our entire force into the city
your majesty."

"Neither do I Abarj, perhaps just a thousand of them enough at least to
match the Grand Sorcerer's troops."

Two horses rode toward the army, and his majesty ordered two of the king's
guard to intercept them. After they inspected them, they led them back to
the king and Abarj.

As they drew closer to the strangers Abarj realized one at least was not a
stranger. It was the ambassador from Marzana, a man he had only met a
couple of times past. A man he had completely forgotten about. A man he
suspected his majesty never even knew about.

"Abarj, it is a pleasure to find you in good health"

"Who is this man Abarj?"

"Why, your majesty, he is our ambassador to Sarsansy."

"Your majesty, oh my, please forgive my rudeness. It has quite a while
since I have had any credible information from Marzana."

"You are forgiven."

"Well then first I must congratulate you on your ascension to the throne of
Marzana and secondly on your victory over Sarsansy. Sarsansy welcomes the
throne of Marzana with open arms. May I introduce your highness and Abarj
to the Grand Sorcerer's voice, Que'qui.

"It is honor to be the first to welcome the both of you into our humble
city. We eagerly await our acceptance into the great nation of
Marzana. Finally our city will be able to grow and prosper; no longer held
back by the Grand Sorcerer and people's fear of him.

His majesty smiled but Abarj did not. This Que'qui seemed loyal to Sarsansy
but not the Grand Sorcerer. It did not make sense.

Que'qui rambled on and on about nothing as they traveled towards the gates
of Sarsansy. His ramblings were quite irritating but he kept his silence,
he certainly did not want to offend anyone, at least not yet.

As soon as they reached the gates his majesty called a halt to the
army. They already had their orders to make camp while a thousand had
already been singled out to enter into the city. A force just large enough
to match the Grand Sorcerer's if need be.

As Abarj's excitement grew with each passing minute his patience began to
flee him. He could already feel the power in his hands, flowing through his
body, he was ready to force the Grand Sorcerer to submit and obey his every
command.

After the troops had been assembled they entered the city and what they saw
surely wasn't what they expected. The streets were lined with people,
cheering and waving, so many in fact guards were littered all over the
place just to keep them back and off the street. The hero's welcome
certainly took him aback.

* * *

	The chamber doors opened unannounced and Alerick stepped
through. Under normal circumstances he would have reprimanded him but these
were unusual times.

"Grand Sorcerer they have entered the city. They have brought a thousand
troops through the gates with them. They immediately seized control of the
gate house. They were more, than a little surprised at the fact that the
guards had already disarmed themselves."

"Have the preparations started for the welcoming feast this evening?"

"Yes Grand Sorcerer, the feast is being prepared as we speak as well as the
bedrooms in the south wing of the palace."

Everything was going as planned so far, he thought. He nodded to Alerick
and he turned and left. Juipil sat next to him. He was nervous about Abarj
coming to the palace, and taking over. Juipil had finally worked up the
nerve to come discuss it with him. He had reassured Juipil that everything
would be alright. He also told him that if it made him feel better he could
stay in the throne room for the time being. Juipil had quickly accepted.

"Grand Sorcerer, you seem tense today."

"The pressure my boy, it is a lot of pressure ruling a city such as this."

"If you don't mind Grand Sorcerer may I help you relax, it would be my
honor."

The Grand Sorcerer smiled and responded, "of course my boy, work your
magic."

Juipil didn't waste any time, within seconds he was between his legs
undoing his robe, pushing it aside. The Sex Sorcerer's cock didn't waste
any time standing up either. It was up and ready to go within seconds.

Juipil opened his mouth and took the whole cock in with one gulp. The Sex
Sorcerer leaned back moaning while letting Juipil have his way with his
manhood. Juipil was certainly one of the best and eager cock suckers in the
palace. If anything Abarj was certainly a good instructor.

The Sex Sorcerer grabbed Juipil's head and forced it all the way down onto
his cock. He pulled the boy's head up by his hair and repeatedly pushed it
down again and again.

"Oh yeah, ummm that's good, very good."



* * *

After what seemed like hours Que'qui called a halt to the progression and
announced their arrival at the palace. The palace loomed before them. It
looked so much grander now that he was taking control of it. The time he
had visited the palace he had come as a beggar, now he came as a conqueror.

"I will have someone lead your men to the barracks to set up their
camp. Perhaps you will want to choose a few to keep with you as we enter
the palace."

Abarj smiled at Que'qui. When his position in Sarsansy was secure he would
immediately remove Que'qui from his post.

"A hundred or so will suffice, do you agree your majesty."

"Yes, choose the men Abarj."

"Of course your majesty," he replied tipping his head.

Abarj gathered all twelve of the wizards to bring into the palace, then his
majesty's and his own servants as well as Tol and Char. Finally the King's
guards and his own elite guard were chosen from the pack.

"If you are ready we shall enter the palace."

"We are ready."

Que'qui led them through the massive gates protecting the palace and into
the courtyard. As they finally entered into the palace the aroma of beef
and stew caught his noise. It smelled simply delightful, he thought.

"Are you preparing a feast?" Abarj asked Que'qui.

"That we are, for his majesty of course. This evening a celebration has
been planned for his arrival, if it pleases you," he said bowing his head.

"That will please us greatly, it has been a long journey to Sarsansy," his
majesty answered.

Abarj clamped his mouth shut. He was so used to answering for the King that
when the King actually spoke it always came as a surprise.

Que'qui led them through corridors which led to chambers and anterooms
which led to more corridors and more rooms. Abarj was completely lost and
disoriented after the first few hallways. He wondered how long it would
take to learn these passageways. Just as he was about to ask how much
further they turned around anther corner and Abarj knew from the
surroundings they had arrived at their destination; the throne room.

"We are here," Que'qui announced.

The party came to an immediate halt and began to spread out in the
anteroom. The doors to the chamber slowly rolled open to admit them. Abarj
nodded to his guards a dozen of them filed into the throne room followed by
four of the wizards. He smiled at Que'qui to lead them in which he did so
promptly. The rest of the party stayed behind.

Abarj and his majesty entered the throne room together. His eyes
immediately found the Grand Sorcerer standing in front of his throne. On
his right side stood an expressionless rugged guard. On his left stood a
dwarven guard of all things. The Grand Sorcerer approached them hesitantly
and Abarj quickly grew suspicious. He glanced at his wizards and rather
than be alert they stood fidgeting nervously. His pleasant mood evaporated.

A few feet from his majesty the Grand Sorcerer fell to his knees and bowed
his head.

"Sarsansy welcomes the King of Marzana as I, the Grand Sorcerer do. We
unconditionally surrender to your wishes and humbly ask for your mercy."

"Why do you surrender so quickly," Abarj snapped.

"With ten-thousand troops outside of my city and a dozen wizards, what
choice do I have. Sometimes it is better to surrender than to fight and be
conquered," the Grand Sorcerer smoothly announced.

"I the King of Marzana, and now the King of Sarsansy accept your
unconditional surrender. Your subjects will not be harmed and neither will
you be as long as you corporate with me," he said and then as an
afterthought, "and with my advisor Abarj."

"Thank you for your graciousness, your majesty. In honor of your arrival
and victory I and my subjects have prepared a Grand feast for this Grand
occasion. I am sure you and your people must be quite tired after your long
journey. The entire west wing of the palace is at your immediate
disposal. If you may excuse me your highness I must see to the feast and
the other events of the evening. If it pleases you Que'qui will show you to
the west wing. Your rooms have already been prepared. The servants of the
palace are also at your disposal and will gladly see to any and all of your
needs."

"Thank you Grand Sorcerer for you hospitality. It is greatly appreciated
and will be remembered."

 * * *

Abarj had one of the wizards thoroughly inspect his room. The wizard did
not find any foul play. The room itself was fit for a king and he couldn't
imagine the Grand Sorcerer's being much grander. Even the King's room in
the palace at Marzana could not compare to this. He would enjoy living here
immensely, he thought.

"Go fetch Tol and Char for me," he commanded the wizard.

"Of course Abarj," he grumbled under his breath.

Abarj was going to have to teach these wizards some manners sooner of
later. After the dust settled from his victory of course.

He undid pants and waited on Tol and Char to service him. Not a moment went
by before the he heard the knock at the door. "Come," he commanded.

Abarj smiled while the door swung open. His cock was already standing
erect. However the person who walked in was neither Tol nor Char. Abarj
quickly pulled up his pants but not before he was thoroughly embarrassed.

Abarj asked roughly, "Who are you?"

"I am sorry to inconvenience you, your lordship, but I am in the Minister
of the Treasury. The Grand Sorcerer informed me that he was no longer in
charge of these matters and directed me here to your room. If it pleases
you there are people that need to be paid for the upcoming celebrations."

Abarj nodded his head and before he had time to think the Minister was
bombarding him with numbers and figures. In the end Abarj just nodded his
head and signed the papers, as quickly as possible. He was horny and wanted
some relief from Tol and Char. After the last piece of paper was signed the
Minister excused himself. Abarj and was ready for Tol and Char's company
but instead another stranger walked in.

Abarj suddenly realized it was going to be very long night. The Grand
Sorcerer had certainly relinquished his power quickly enough. Maybe this
was why. Finally after many long and boring hours Tol and Char appeared in
the doorway.

"Come, boys," he commanded quietly.

	Both of them immediately fell to their knees and offered humble
apologies for not coming when summoned.

	"Please forgive us master, they wouldn't let us in," he almost
whined.

	"Yes, yes of course now take your clothes off."

	Abarj was too tired for any interaction this night and so decided
to just watch. His cock though apparently wasn't as tired as he felt for it
was already as hard as a rock.

	Abarj then asked,"Toll would you like to fuck your brother
tonight?"

	"Oh yes master," he quickly said and then pleaded, "please let me
fuck my brother master, please."

	"You may."

	"Oh thank you, thank you," he responded.

	They always had to beg when they were given a chance to please
themselves or each other. They were quick learners Abarj thought. He
doubted though they would continue to be his favorites for long with a
palace full of young men running around. He briefly thought about Juipil
and wondered what ever happened to him. He didn't get to think about it
very long because Char was already naked and bent over, while Tol was
lapping on his asshole, getting it nice and wet. It didn't take long for
Char to start heavily moaning and rocking back and forth.

	"Mmmmmm," Char moaned.

	As Char's moans grew louder and louder Tol's licking grew more
aggressive. Char reached his hands around and spread his cheeks open so Tol
could bury his face deeper into Char's ass. Abarj watched as Tol's saliva
slid down Char's slender legs forming mini-rivers.

	Like a sword Tol's cock thrusted forward with pre-cum sputtering
out of the piss-slit, splattering on the floor. Abarj's heart raced while
he jerked himself off watching the two brothers.

	Char apparently couldn't wait any longer for he said, "brother you
must fuck me now."

	Tol reluctantly removed his buried face from Char's glory hole, but
he could not refuse his brother's request. Tol stood and positioned his
cock for penetration. With one hand he guided his cock into Char's ass and
with other he gripped his brother's hip. He pushed himself forward into
Char and pulled Char back onto himself at the same time. Together they met
in the middle with Tol's cock being completely immersed inside of Char. Tol
let out a sigh of pleasure and Char arched his back and let out a gasp of
satisfaction. Tol grasped Char's other side and started pushing and pulling
Char back and forth in short rapid thrusts. Abarj knew that was how Tol
liked to fuck. Some men liked to fuck by almost pulling their cocks out
with each thrust but Tol liked to keep as much of his cock buried inside
the hole as possible. So because of that his movements were always quick
and short; he liked maximum contact.

	It didn't take long before Char's face was red and drenched in
sweat. His moans steadied off into a consistent rhythm that matched Tol's
movements. Abarj watched the twins intently as he bit his lip and continued
jerking himself. He knew that Tol was getting close because he had leaned
back on the soles of his feet and he was clenching his toes. Char further
arched his back as if waiting for his brother's load.

	"Brother I need to cum," Tol weakly announced.

	"Fuck me brother, fill me up, shoot that load," Char responded with
the little breath he had to spare.

	After getting the permission he sought, Tol didn't waste anymore
time. His already rapid fucking intensified and not long thereafter his
quiet panting turned into a shriek of ecstasy. His whole body tightened and
shook at once and then let out a long sigh of relief. His shoulders slumped
but he did not remove himself from Char's ass. Instead he grabbed Char by
the chest and pulled him up. He leaned his head back on Tol's shoulder and
Tol started nibbling on his neck. With one hand Tol grabbed Char's nipple
and pinched it and with other grabbed a hold of his balls. Char stroked his
cock and leaned back into Tol.

	"Yessssssssss," he moaned.

	"Cum brother, cum for me, shoot it, shoot it. Oh yeah brother,
there you go shoot it for me, shoot it," Tol pleaded.

	Char did as he was asked and shot his hot load. Shot it indeed, for
part of it flew up and splattered onto Tol's cheek. Char shuddered once,
twice and then his shoulders slumped and a long sigh or relief emerged from
his lips.

	Abarj could feel his cock swelling up with cum. He was ready, so
ready indeed. He bit down on his lip until he could no longer bear it and
finally he came, shooting his creamy load.

His whole body relaxed and he slumped back onto the back his head hitting
the pillow with a soft thud. He didn't remember dismissing the twins, he
just suddenly realized they were gone. Had he fallen asleep he wondered
when a knock came at the door.

"Who is it," he asked faintly.

"Abarj, your lordship, the Minister of the Palace Guard is here to consult
with you on urgent matters," the courier announced.


(to be continued)


Don't forget to check out part 2. It's filled with even more sex and
adventure.

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