Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2008 17:31:58 -0400
From: sex sorcerer <sexsorcerer@gmail.com>
Subject: Abarj's Revenge/Part 4/Sex Sorcerer Series

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 	The carriage ride to the palace was always, at best, a slow ride.
Today it was painfully slow. The main road leading to the palace was filled
with an unusual amount of peasants and merchants, Lord Farien noticed.
	"Zalk, what is taking so long today," he asked his newly found
page. The boy was actually Lord Harken's eldest son. He agreed to take him
as a show of unity. Lord Harkon had been embarrassed to send the child off
to become another Lord's page. Apparently young Zalk wasn't very good at
being a swordsman, or sportsman for that matter. Normally he'd be
responsible for teaching those things, but since Zalk wasn't very good at
them, and showed no interest in learning, he had simply become more of a
servant. Farien was more than satisfied with the arrangement.
	"M'lord today is quarter day," he replied.
	He almost winced. He should have known that. But he hadn't really
been keeping track of the days lately. His mind was on something far more
important '96 the Kingship.
	He closed the curtain to the carriage, shutting out most of light
and leaned back. It had been nearly three months since his meeting with
Abarj and things were progressing. Not nearly as quickly as Lord Farien
wanted, but it would never be quick enough. He should have already been
King.
	Abarj was proving to be an invaluable source of information and now
he was cultivating his ties with the High Lords once again. Lord Farien had
one High Lord's support. Unfortunately, it was from the weakest and most
unstable of the High Lord houses.
	But if it hadn't been for Abarj he wouldn't have known High Lord
Harkon's predicament. Apparently Harkon had secretly supported the King's
opposition and apparently lost most his fortune doing so. Now the High Lord
was almost bankrupt and possibly in danger of losing his status as a High
Lord.
	So when Lord Farien approached him and hinted about a change of
leadership, he had been quick to take the bait. In terms of armies and
fortunes Harkon had nothing to offer, but his status was worth the promises
he had to make. And if overthrowing the King came to battle, free access to
Harkon's lands would prove to be invaluable.
	So he thought one down, many, many more to go.
	 Abarj has been promising for several weeks that a handful of High
Lords and a slew of minor lords were ready to swear allegiance to him. Of
course Abarj could be blowing smoke. Then again he did put Gnefirti on the
throne so anything was possible.
	Just the thought of becoming King made his dick hard. But
unfortunately he didn't have time to visit the brothel. He'd have to take
care of it now.
	"Zalk, turn away," he commanded. Zalk did not hesitate and did as
he was told.
	Lord Farien reached down and untied his trousers. He slipped them
down just enough to allow his cock to pop out.
	He closed his eyes and imagined himself fucking one of his whores
while he stroked his manhood.  Just as he was about to shoot his load he
opened his eyes and caught Zalk staring at him. He stopped stroking.
	Zalk quickly turned his head away.
	"I'm sorry m'lord...I," he said stopping to clear his throat. "I've
never seen one so big." Lord Farien chuckled.
	"Don't worry boy yours will get bigger as you get older."
	"What...what are you doing to it?" Zalk asked.
	"You've never done this to yourself?" Lord Farien asked
incredulously.
	"No m'lord, I haven't," Zalk answered with a much lowered voice.
	" I see. It's something all men do," he said but continued when
Zalk still had a quizzical look on his face. "It feels good."
	Zalk simply nodded his head.
	"Do you want me to teach you?"
	Zalk sat up straighter and his face immediately brightened.
	"Yes m'lord, please do. I want to learn how to be a man," Zalk
said.
	"Well then why don't you come over here and sit next to me. If I
can't show you how to wield a sword at least I'll show you how to wield the
one between your legs," Lord Farien said laughing.
	Zalk did as he was told and slowly moved himself from the other
side of the carriage and sat next to the Lord.
	"Now go ahead you can touch my manhood," Lord Farien said. "Feel it
all over."
	Zalk placed his boyish hand on the Lord's cock. He ran his fingers
up and down the shaft and squeezed his balls.
	"M'lord it's so big," Zalk whispered.
	"Well then it'll be easier to practice on, now won't it."
	"Yes m'lord," Zalk replied his eyes wide open with an amazed look
on his face.
	"Now just grip my dick like you would a sword."
	"Like this m'lord," Zalk said as he wrapped his hand around Lord
Farien's cock.
	"Very good...you're a quick learner. Now just keep squeezing it. Oh
yeah there you go, just like that."
	"M'Lord am I doing a good job," Zalk asked hesitantly.
	"Oh yes boy, it feels good...your lord is very pleased. Now take
your hand and start moving it up and down."
	Zalk immediately complied. "Like this m'lord."
	Lord Farien smiled, nodded and let out a soft moan.
	Zalk quickened his pace. Lord Farien moaned louder. Zalk pumped
harder and faster. Lord Farien moaned louder.
	"Oh yes boy, that feels good...keep going," he moaned.
	It didn't take long for Lord Farien's heart to start racing again
and his breathing to become ragged. As he leaned back he allowed himself to
moan and enjoy the boys hand around his big cock. He hadn't had another man
touch his cock since he was a child. Back then all his friends would play
with his monster '96 as one of them called it. That was, of course, before
he'd been introduced to girls.
	Zalk stroked the Lord's cock hard and fast, jerking it
wildly. Pre-cum was now steadily leaking from the tip of his penis '96
flowing down the sides and lubing up Zalk's hand. As Zalk got lubed up his
hand began to glide over the Lord's cock.
	"Oh yes boy, that's good. That's very good," Lord Farien
breathlessly said. Then he announced. "I'm getting close."
	Zalk kept silent instead intent on stroking the big cock.
	Suddenly Lord Farien knew it was time to let go. His leg muscles
tightened up. His cock started to pulsate. He arched his back.
	"Bloody hell here it comes," Lord Farien announced as the first
shot raced from his penis. It hit him square in the face. Zalk did not miss
a beat, however, and continued to pump the juice out of the Lord's
manhood. The second shot sprayed all over Zalk's face and shirt. The third
shot hit the Lord right underneath his chin. The fourth shot more or less
flowed out in a steady stream completely coating Zalk's hand. And then it
was done
	Zalk removed his hand and asked "did I do a good job?"
	"Yes, yes you did a good job," he answered. "I hope I taught you
something. Now when you get back to your room you can have the rest of the
day to practice on yourself."
	"Oh yes m'lord I will."
	Lord Farien took out his handkerchief and began to clean himself
off and so he did not notice when Zalk, rather than immediately doing the
same, licked some of the Lord's salty cream off of his drenched fingers and
smiled.


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	Abarj left the King's chambers wiping the salty juice off of his
lips. Thankfully the King had been quick this evening. Abarj had other
business to attend to, such as removing the King and freeing himself from
this nightmare. He was meeting with five of the High Lords, the same High
Lords he had convinced to overthrow the previous King. This time was
proving to be more difficult. Not because the High Lords wanted rid of the
King, oh they did. But the bone of contention was who would replace
him. Last time he had hinted that Gnefirti would be nothing more than their
puppet. That didn't turn out to be quite the case, and now they were being
very cautious and their suspicions were heightened.
	There were two High Lords that had been exiled that he had also
made contact with. Those two were two of the smarter ones. They both held
lands and estates in foreign lands, which meant they still held power. A
few promises of their former glory and they were immediately on board.
	Abarj traveled through the palace halls until he reached the west
wing where the High Lords usually stayed when they visited the city. One
quick knock followed by two long ones. Wait. The door swung open and he
quickly entered.
	"Good evening Lords," he said.
	"What took you so long," grumbled High Lord Fraker.
	"I apologize," Abarj said.
	The High Lords didn't look pleased. They didn't like having to wait
'96 on anybody.
	The meeting progressed well. The High Lords argued among themselves
about who should take the throne. Each time a name thrown out it was
attacked by the other four until it was discarded.
	The High Lords would never agree on another High Lord. Abarj would
just have to be patient. Each time they asked his advice he threw out
another High Lord's name and then they would argue some more.
	Eventually he would throw out Lord Farien's name. But not yet, it
was too soon.
	Finally Abarj rose and said that perhaps everyone should sleep on
it.
	The High Lords agreed. And then each of them downed a couple of
cups of ale. Eventually they were all roaring with laughter.
	High Lord Hykselm got up and announced it was time to head back to
his room. As he walked past Abarj he stumbled but righted himself before he
fell. As he did so whispered "come to my room."
	Finally, Abarj thought to himself, the first of the five was
his. He smiled to himself.
	Abarj waited until another High Lord excused himself and then
announced that he must leave as well. As he walked out he traveled deeper
in to the west wing until he found Hykselm's room. Hykselm had always been
the most agreeable of the five.
	When he reached the correct room he followed the same
procedure. One quick knock followed by two long ones. Wait. He heard the
High Lord say "come in." Abarj walked in and found the High Lord sitting on
his bed in nothing but his undershorts. He had one foot on his bed and was
vigorously rubbing it. He had never seen the bald High Lord like this
before. And he was surprised. The man was old but without his clothes on he
certainly didn't look like it. Every muscle seemed as if it was chiseled
from stone. Yes he looked much younger without his clothes. His wife must
be a very happy lady, he thought.
	"Is everything alright High Lord," Abarj asked?
	"Another cramp, Abarj, they come with age," he said laughing.
	"Yes well, I'm sure they do," he laughed back. "I wouldn't know of
such things."
	"You spend a lot of time with the King," he asked?
	The question threw him off but he answered truthfully "yes."
	"Why?"
	"He must like my company," Abarj laughed again.
	"That's not what the rumors say Abarj," High Lord Hykselm
said. "Some even claim that you're his royal whore."
	Abarj felt his face flushing red. He calmed himself, but just as
Lord Farien didn't need an answer, High Lord Hykselm didn't either. He
could see the truth.
	Hykselm stood up and walked over to Abarj and grabbed his robes.
	"Tell me why I should listen to a whore Abarj, even a royal whore?"
	Abarj's heart was no longer beating '96 it was pumping. He hadn't
expected this onslaught and was simply at a loss for words.
	"Hykselm, what is this about?"
	He smiled. "I've always dreamed about being King you know. What it
would feel like. What it would entail. I think that tonight I'm going to
enjoy a little taste of what it's like to be King. How does that sound
whore."
	Abarj's eyes narrowed. It was one thing for the King to do what he
did. It was quite another for a High Lord to do so.
	"I don't think that would be wise High Lord. Now release me."
	The High Lord simply laughed. "Abarj, I may be old but I still have
enough strength left in me to snap your neck. Now you'll do as I say and no
one has to know."
	Abarj suddenly felt threatened. The High Lord was serious. There
was no getting out of it.
	"Your wife, High Lord, please think of her," Abarj whimpered.
	"Oh she's a long long way from here Abarj. In fact I have feeling
she's probably fucking some young stallion as I stand here. You know she's
quite a bit younger than I. Why bed an old man when she can have any young
treat she wants? Now grab it."
	Abarj did as he was told, there was no use resisting. He grabbed
Hykselm's soft cock through his undershorts and rolled it around in his
hand until it started stiffening up. He didn't look away from from
Hykselm's piercing dark eyes. He hoped when Hykselm realized what he was
allowing another man to do to him he would stop it. But that didn't seem to
be happening.
	The cock was completely hard now. He continued to play with it. He
felt Hykselm's grip on his robes loosen up. He could tell the High Lord was
enjoying it.
	"Can I suck it High Lord?" asked Abarj. He knew that was the next
step so Abarj decided to move the process along. Just masturbation was too
much to hope for.
	"Go ahead my little royal whore."
	Abarj fell to his knees, and slid Hykselm's undershorts to the
ground. He may be old, Abarj thought, but his cock certainly had the vigor
of a young stallion. It wasn't particularly thick but it was very
long. Longer than the King's but not nearly as thick, he thought, as he
readied himself for the blowjob.
	Hykselm was completely hairless Abarj suddenly realized. Not just
on his head but he didn't have any hair anywhere. No armpit hair, no pubic
hair, not a single strand anywhere. No wonder he looked so young '96
hairless just like a young boy. But being so old and hairless made Hykselm
seem very exotic.
	"You've had plenty of time to look at it Abarj. I think it's time
to do a little more," Hykselm sternly said.
	Abarj grabbed the cock with one hand and guided it in to his
mouth. Hykselm moaned as soon as Abarj's mouth closed around his cock.
=Inch by inch he took the hard dick in to his mouth.  "That feels good,
whore. Really good," he said. "I never thought a man's mouth could feel
like this."
	Abarj didn't respond. He only sucked harder and faster. And with
his hand jerked Hykselm's cock hoping it would speed up the process.
	"You like sucking your King's cock don't you, you royal whore."
	With that comment Abarj suddenly realized how obsessed Hykselm
really was with the throne. So he wanted to play King did he, Abarj
thought.
	Abarj removed his mouth and said "Yes your majesty, it's an honor
to suck your cock."
	Hykselm groaned when Abarj referred to him as "your majesty." Then
he grabbed the back of Abarj's head and pushed his cock all the way down
his throat.
	"Take it all my royal whore."
	Abarj's first instinct was to gag, but he'd taken the King's cock
enough times to know how to adapt.
	Abarj hoped Hykselm was getting close but as soon as that thought
raced through his mind Hykselm withdrew. He turned away from Abarj and
walked to the bed where he sat down.
	Abarj unsure of what to do stayed there. Hykselm slightly leaned
back and started stroking himself.
	"You want my cock," Hykselm asked?
	"Yes...your majesty."
	"If you want it that bad you're going to have to beg for it."
	"Please," Abarj whimpered as best he could. "Please give me your
cock, your majesty. Please I want it so bad...I need it."
	"Not good enough," Hykselm spat.
	Abarj suddenly realized this could go on all night. "PLEASE," Abarj
said but it came as a wail. "Please give it to me. Please your majesty feed
me your wonderful cock."
	Over and over again Abarj repeated different variations of begging
for Hykselm's cock. In fact he begged so much he realized he really did
want that cock. He wanted it so bad. He didn't know if his mind was simply
playing a trick on him or if he just wanted to this experience to end as
quickly as possible.
	Finally Hykselm said: "Come and get it then. I think you've earned
it, you royal whore."
	Abarj jumped to his feet and rushed over to the bed, nearly
tripping along the way. His mouth was watering, actually watering, he
thought in wonder. But he didn't have time to dwell on it because moments
later Abarj was sucking on Hykselm's cock in such a way the real King had
never enjoyed. Hykselm leaned all the way back while Abarj worked the cock.
	"Abarj," Hykselm said softly.
	"Yes," Abarj said taking his mouth off of Hykselm's cock.
	"Does the King ever fuck you?"
	"Sometimes," Abarj said without thinking about what he was
saying. He immediately regretted it. Hykselm smiled at the answer.
	"Then so shall I," Hykselm said smiling even wider. "Get up."
	Abarj climbed on to the bed without resisting. There was no
point. He removed his robes and lay on his back waiting for the inevitable.
	Hykselm growled. "On your stomach you whore. You're not my wife and
I won't fuck you like her," he spat.
	Abarj flipped over. And within seconds a panting Hykselm was on top
of him spreading his ass cheeks a part.
	"Is the royal whore ready?"
	"Yes your highness."
	Hykselm growled again and took Abarj's ass by force. He shoved his
long thin cock in to his glory hole. Abarj grunted and bit down on the bed
sheets. He refused to cry out.
	Hykselm on the other hand groaned in obvious pleasure as his cock
sunk deeper in to Abarj's pit. It didn't take long before Hykselm was
sliding in and out of Abarj. And with each inward thrust Abarj grunted and
bit down harder.
	"Do you like it you whore?"
	Abarj had to let go of the bed sheets to answer. "Yes your
majesty."
	"Then beg for it."
	"Please..." Abarj began to quiver, "please fuck me your
majesty. Fuck me hard and fast and deep...please, please, please."
	He repeated his begging over and over again. And as he did Hykselm
gained momentum. The more Abarj begged the harder he got fucked. But he
knew that unless he begged Hykselm wasn't going to let loose anytime soon.
	Abarj refused to enjoy the pounding. He knew it could feel
good. When the King was inside of him it had felt good. But Hykselm was not
the King, nor would he ever be. He was an obsessed impostor and therefore
Abarj refused to let himself feel the pleasure. Hykselm of course would
never know, but Abarj knew, and that's what counted.
	Abarj allowed his quiet begging to become a howling pleading. It
worked. It was driving Hykselm over the top. Hykselm bent down and grabbed
a mouthful of flesh from the top of Abarj's right shoulder. And he bit
down. Hard. Abarj screamed out in pain as blood trickled from the
wound. And then Hykselm released the flesh and screamed himself as he began
to cum inside of Abarj's now raw ass. Abarj felt the warm juice fill him
up. Abarj's salvia that had coated Hykselm's cock had dried up by then and
so the newfound creamy liquid soothed his ass.
	Hykselm slumped down on top of Abarj and then pushed himself off
and rolled over.
	"Does the King allow you get off?"
	Abarj hesitated, then said "yes" even though it was a lie. The King
rarely allowed Abarj to get himself off.
	"How?"
	Abarj hesitated again and said "he sucks me off every time."
	"Roll over," Hykselm growled again.
	Abarj obliged. Hykselm hopped in between Abarj's legs and pushed
them far a part. He took Abarj's cock in his mouth and sucked on it just
like Abarj had done.
	"Oh your majesty, it feels so good. Thank you, thank you," he said.
	The more Abarj spoke the faster Hykselm's sucking became. Abarj had
been sucked off only once since the disaster of Sarsansy. And that was by
the King, but the King had been far more timid and gentle in his approach.
	His raw ass soon became a distant memory as his cock was being
sucked. His eyes fluttered and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.
	"I...I'm going to cum your majesty, oh your highness," he screamed.
	Hykselm did not remove his mouth. He only sucked harder until Abarj
shot a load full of his sweet juice down Hykselm's throat. Hykselm removed
his mouth, made a gulping sound, then turned his head and spit the
remaining fluid out.
	"You can leave now Abarj." Hykselm said. "I'll expect you again
tomorrow night."
	Abarj wanted to scream, but instead said nothing. Just a few more
months of planning he thought.
	"And Abarj who are you planning to install on the throne? I've had
enough games, and watching the High Lords bicker among themselves is
exhausting. Tell me now and I'll help hasten the process. Everyone knows
Gnefirti is a fool. We all knew he wasn't experienced enough to take the
throne, but our consolation prize was supposed to be that he would be our
puppet."
	"Lord Farien," Abarj sighed. There was no use pretending any
longer.
	"I see," Hykselm said. "Well I guess he's as good as a candidate as
any. The High Lords will come to accept him before one of their own. At
least he's experienced enough to keep Marzana stable and strong."
	And with that Abarj was dismissed.



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...to be continued...



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