Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2009 18:26:23 -0400
From: sex sorcerer <sexsorcerer@gmail.com>
Subject: Abarj's Revenge Part 5/Sex Sorcerer Series

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Every muscle in Abarj's body ached. They were sore and tense and his ass
especially hurt like hell. He had been used, not once, but twice this
evening, first by the king and then by the High Lord Hykselm. He wasn't
looking forward to the next few months. He had a feeling Lord Hykselm would
continue to use him. Well at least he had gotten off as well. That was
something, he thought solemnly.


He realized he badly needed food and a bath, but as he sat down on his bed
he suddenly thought that maybe he'd skip both and just pass out. As he was
convincing himself of that option a knock on the door came.

Wearily he said "Come."

A young boy walked in with a plate of steaming hot food. This surprised
Abarj for two reasons. One he hadn't ordered any food and two it was a boy
that was serving the food. Ever since he had returned from Sarsansy the
King had made it an explicit order that only serving *girls* was allowed to
serve him.

The boy seemed familiar to him.

"You look familiar, boy, who are you?"

"I am Lord Farien's page, Zalk, sir," Zalk responded as he bowed.

"Ah yes, now I recognize you, put the food down over there."

"Yes sir," Zalk said putting the food down. "Is there anything you need
sir?"

"No, no that's about it."

Abarj tried to stand up, but only got halfway when he realized it just
wasn't worth the effort. Zalk must have noticed this.

"Are you okay, sir? Shall I bring the food to you."

"Yes I think that would be a better idea. I've had quite an exhausting
day."

Zalk scrambled over to the food and hurried it over to him.

Abarj quickly wolfed the beef stew and glass of ale down. It was by far the
most refreshing meal he'd had in quite sometime. He looked up and realized
Zalk was still waiting in the room.

"You may leave now."

"Yes sir, but before I go may I offer m'lord a massage. You seem like
you're in pain."

A massage, well who could turn down such an offer after the day he'd just
had.


"Well after the day I've had a massage sounds like a pleasant thought,"
Abarj said while laying down on his stomach.


"Yes m'lord," he boy humbly said. Zalk hurried over to Abarj and sat at the
foot of the bed where he started to kneed Abarj's left foot. Zalk slowly
worked his way up Abarj's leg carefully kneading each muscle. He worked
himself all the up into Abarj's inner thigh where he stopped and started on
Abarj's right foot and worked his way up that leg as well.


Abarj had never felt so good in his life. After the day he had had a
massage was the perfect way to end it. He couldn't remember the last time,
actually he couldn't ever remember a boy offering to give him a massage, at
least not willingly or coerced in some way.

As soon as Zalk had finished his second leg he felt the boy hop on top of
him straddling his back and starting to knead the small of his back. Zalk
worked his hands around Abarj's backside meticulously covering every
inch. The soreness slowly melted away until it was a memory. His entire
body was already feeling fresher and re-energized. Those hands were miracle
workers, he thought. Zalk worked Abarj's shoulders and neck and even
massaged his scalp. He took the tips of his fingers and pressed against
Abarj's temples and moved them in a circular motion reliving the tension
that had been building up all day. He knew that he would not suffer from a
headache this evening. Zalk worked his way back down the length of each of
Abarj's arms and ended with each hand.

"How does that feel m'lord," Zalk said quietly. "Am I doing a good enough
job?"

"Yes boy you're doing a fantastic job," Abarj responded "I don't know if
I've ever felt quite so relaxed. This is just what I needed."

"Turn over m'lord so I may finish," the boy said weakly.

Abarj did as he was asked. He flipped over and Zalk straddled him. The boy
began to meticulously work his front side just as he had done his back.

Abarj suddenly knew he was feeling better when he felt his dick stir to
life. He was surprised and then surprised at being surprised. He hadn't
realized how incredibly hot the boy was until now. His beautifully soft
features, boyish face, and clear skin. His smile was the epitome of
innocence and his blonde curls added to that look. He was in fact just his
type. He must have been very exhausted for him to miss that and even more
so for it to take this long for the boy to awaken his sexual desires. His
cock continued to stir, slowly getting hard underneath the boy that
straddled him. He actually felt his face grow hot with embarrassment. And
then grow even hotter at being embarrassed. He was always the one to be in
control of the situation and even when he wasn't in control he knew what to
expect. But this, this was different. He wasn't sure what was happening.

Zalk's boyish grin continued to turn him on as he continued to work each
muscle in Abarj's body. Zalk re-adjusted himself and in doing so allowed
Abarj's cock to spring fully to life. Zalk sat back down squarely on to
Abarj's now fully erect dick. Abarj let out a soft moan as Zalk's ass
landed on to his cock.

"You're doing a good job, Zalk," Abarj said.

"Thank you mister Abarj," Zalk politely responded.

Abarj suddenly had the realization that Zalk may be seducing him. It
shocked him. No boy or man for that matter had ever seduced Abarj. He had
always been the seducer. Well that is if you could call Abarj's tactics
seduction. Even still he had always been the aggressive one going after
what he wanted and usually getting it one way or the other.

But for a boy to come to him willingly? That had never happened? He was
sure of it.


Then again perhaps he was mistaken. Perhaps the boy was just being
polite. Was the boy that naive? His smile was that of pure innocence.

He knew little of the boy really, even though he was Lord Farien's page. He
believed the boy was the son of one of the country lords. Perhaps sons of
country lords always went around asking to give massages to strange men.

"M'lord I can...," Zalk said stopping to clear his throat. "I can take care
of that as well if you'd like," he said glancing down at Abarj's hard dick.

Abarj licked his lips. So he was being seduced.

"Of course," Abarj said hesitantly. He prayed this wasn't a trick that was
being set up by the King.

Zalk smiled. He moved down to Abarj's crotch and slid his trousers down
over Abarj's hard cock. Abarj's cock was as solid as a rock. Zalk took his
tongue and started licking his shaft.

Abarj shivered.

Zalk took the whole piece of meat in to his mouth and swallowed.

Abarj arched his back and moaned.

Zalk sucked harder. Faster. Swallowed the whole shaft.

"Yes," Abarj panted. The boy was one of the best, if not the best,
cocksucker he'd ever had. None of the boys had ever sucked his cock so...
*hungrily* before.

Abarj would have been very content with exploding inside the boys
mouth. Abarj loved blow jobs. Abarj was ready. He moaned louder, and panted
faster.

Zalk must have sensed this because he removed his mouth.

"Not yet m'lord," he whispered.

Zalk jumped up off of the bed and stripped down showing off his gorgeous
teenage body and beautiful hard dick. Zalk just smiled as he straddled
Abarj once again. This time though Zalk wasn't interested in sucking
Abarj's cock. He could tell Zalk wanted something more.

Zalk grabbed a hold of Abarj's manhood and guided it toward his asshole
until the head was pressing on it. Zalk smiled. Zalk pushed. He smiled. He
pushed. And then pop Abarj's mushroom head slipped inside. He and Zalk both
moaned "yes" at the same time.

Zalk wasted no time once the head was in. He sat all the way down taking
all of Abarj's shaft all the way to his nuts. Zalked moaned with obvious
pleasure as did Abarj.

"You like my dick boy?" Abarj asked.

"Oh yes m'lord, thank you for letting me have it"

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Abarj moaned.

Zalk took off at a gallop and rode Abarj's cock hard and fast. He bounced
up and down, up and down, up and down. Zalk's own cock stood straight up
but he paid no mind to his own pleasure. Instead he stared intently at
Abarj with an evil grin. But soon enough Zalk's eyes started to flutter and
his breathing became heavy.

He whimpered: "fuck me, please fuck me."

Abarj on the other hand wasn't doing any of the work but just laying back
and taking all of the pleasure. Even so he noticed his own body was also
drenched in sweat. The pleasure was incredible. The boy wanted it so
bad. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

His legs stiffened as his cock swelled up inside the boy's hole. He was on
the verge. He actually tried to hold himself back because he enjoying
himself so much. But that was not to be.

He gripped his bed sheet and let out one last moan before his cock erupted
inside Zalk.

"Bloody hell," he panted as he shot yet another load today.

Zalk sped up the pace of his gallop. His eyes fluttered. His nails dug in
to Abarj's chest. Just as Abarj was almost finished draining his cock Zalk
let out one last grunt and his own cock started to spray all over the
place.

He hadn't even touched himself.

Zalk's juice shot all of the way to Abarj's neck and squirt after squirt
his juice covered Abarj's chest and stomach.

Abarj's never really liked getting drenched in cum. But even he had to
admit this was something special. Zalk braced himself on Abarj's chest and
took a few deep breaths before he said: "I've made quite a mess m'lord."

Before Abarj could respond Zalk lifted himself off of Abarj's cock and bent
down until his head was almost touching Abarj's chest.

And he started to lick. Or perhaps clean Abarj's chest off with his
tongue. He continued that licking ... cleaning ... until every drop of his
own juice had been licked up. Then he took Abarj's cock in to his mouth and
clean it as well.

Abarj just laid there in silence and utter amazement.

Once he had finished Zalk hopped off and quickly dressed himself. The boy's
cheeks were red. He looked sheepish! The boy had just seduced him and
somehow he was still able to look like an innocent country boy.

"M'lord," he said clearing his throat. "I have to be off now before I am
missed."

"You may leave," Abarj said still out of breath. What had just happened he
asked himself? Had this been a dream? He pinched himself just to make
sure. Nope it was real all right.

When the door closed Abarj just smiled and fell asleep.


b ************************************************ b0


As the carriage rode him back to his mansion Lord Farien relaxed and leaned
back breathing in the sweet smell of victory. Soon the kingdom would be his
he thought as he clenched his fists. Everything was falling in to
place. And it hadn't taken nearly as long as he had thought it would. It
seemed the nobility was ready to be done with Gnefirti. Last night a very
important piece of the puzzle fell in to place. High Lord Hykselm had come
to him and pledged his support. When Farien finally took the throne Hykselm
would be the first to be rewarded. Hykselm wasn't a top-tiered High Lord
but he held enough power to influence others.

Abarj believed that with Hykselm's support the other four would soon
follow. With five High Lords and two exiled ones at his heels and the
city-state of Lyzall backing him as well he was on his way to taking the
throne. But Abarj cautioned him. Just to spite the Snake he thought about
not taking his advice, but the whole reason he enlisted the Snake a second
time was because, unfortunately, he trusted his judgement.

Soon enough Marzana would be under his control once and for all. He would
be King Farien and he would rule with iron fist covered in a velvet
glove. Gnefirti had almost ruined the kingdom and still could not fathom
why Abarj had jumped aboard his ship. Well he could fathom it. Abarj was an
opportunistic leach. He had been the first to notice the winds blowing in
another direction and had helped Gnefirti take the throne. Unfortunately
Gnefirti allowed Abarj's own greed and ambitions to take priority and in
the end he humiliated Marzana and most of the nobles had now turned on him
'96 if not publicly they had done so in private. Someone would overthrow
Gnefirti, he just hoped he would be the first to do.

He was sure there must be a dozen plots swirling throughout the kingdom to
overthrow the King. So far his was the only one knew about and Abarj hadn't
mentioned anyone else making a serious attempt at the throne. Then again
perhaps another High Lord had approached Abarj with the same deal. And what
if Abarj saw a better chance to escape with them? It was always a
possibility, but fortunately few people knew Abarj for what he really
was. He hated having to trust his entire future on a snake, but as his
father used to say what must be done, must be done.

Once he had the throne he would carve out a true empire. Under his
leadership he would make sure Marzana was no longer a middling kingdom that
only a handful of city-states feared. Oh no, once he was king he was going
to make sure rulers around the world trembled when they heard the name
Marzana. It would take time of course and more than a few strategic
alliances. But it was possible. Marzana was strategically located in the
heart of Westal and certainly had not reached her full potential. His
biggest challenge would be keeping Marzana from being swayed by the ever
growing and ever threatening Western Alliance. He'd have to quickly find a
way to counter the Alliance or Marzana would be swallowed up whole.

Just thinking of what could be accomplished made him giddy and *horny*.


His cock stirred to life. It wasn't that late he told himself. He leaned
forward: "turn around and take me to the Golden Tyrant."

His monster cock was hard in his trousers just thinking about the power he
was going to soon be wielding. As soon as the carriage skidded to a halt
Lord Farien jumped out and hurried to the back entrance readjusting his
cock so it wasn't sticking straight out.

It had been quite sometime since he had a full session at the brothel and
unfortunately tonight would be no exception to that. Another quickie it
would have to be.

"Quickie, m'lord," the Madam said as soon as she saw him.

"Yes," he said as he flipped her a silver piece. Even though she was a
stout woman he had learned that she could move quickly when money was
involved. The silver disappeared from the air within a blink of an eye.

"Room 5," she said with a grin.

Lord Farien found the closet-like room and entered. He undid his trousers
and shoved his cock through the hole. Within seconds a warm mouth was
covering it sucking away. It felt wonderful. There was nothing like having
your dick sucked after a long day. But what made this even better was that
there was no talking or touching or even looking at the other person
afterwards. This was completely anonymous and in some ways it was not only
more thrilling, but it was certainly much less work and far more enjoyment.

The mouth deep throated Lord Farien and that was no easy feat even for the
best of cocksuckers, he thought. This was the same mouth that had pleasured
him the past few times. And it was the best mouth by a long shot. One day
he'd have to request a full session with the woman behind the wall. He
could only imagine what she'd be like in bed.

He thrust his hips forward into the hole and heard the mouth choke. He
smiled. That always turned him on. The mouth and throat recovered quickly,
however, and kept on sucking. He continued to thrust his hips forward
harder and harder, but paced himself. He didn't want to break down the
wall. His cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum. A hand grabbed his dick behind
the wall and started to slide it over his shaft while the mouth continued
to suck. Oh yes, he moaned. It wasn't long after the hand came in to play
that his nuts were ready to explode. Yes, he moaned thrusting harder.

Bloody hell he panted when he exploded in to the mouth behind the wall. He
shot and shot and shot, draining himself in to the warm wet hole. He
sighed. Finished.

He removed his cock and tossed a silver through the hole.

Another satisfying session he thought with a smile.



b ************************************************

b0

Moments before Abarj reached his room for the evening, the last piece of
the puzzle had fallen in to place. At last. Finally. Tomorrow night would
be a glorious night indeed. Well glorious for himself and Lord Farien. Not
so glorious for the King. The other High Lords decided it would be better
if the King ended up dead. No long and drawn out trial or public
execution. Nope his death would be far more simple. He would die in battle,
and those would be the orders. No surrender for the King, no mercy.

Abarj did feel a few pangs of guilt. He was the one who put Gnefirti on the
throne. But he was also the one who had pushed Gnefirti in to trying to
take Sarsansy, a mistake of colossal proportions. Even so if the King had
only continued to rely on him he knew he could have rectified the
situation. All it would have taken was some manipulation and political
maneuvering. Two of his finest skills. He realized after the disaster that
if were ever to have Sarsansy it would be with the aid of those two
skills. Certainly not warfare. He had learned his lesson. Unfortunately he
had learned it too late and in a very hard way.

One day somehow, someway the Grand Sorcerer would pay, even if it meant
living the rest of his life for that one goal. The Grand Sorcerer had
thwarted his plans one too many times. If it weren't for the Grand Sorcerer
Abarj would be perhaps one of the most powerful and influential men this
side of the world. Instead he sat in a servant's room with a collar around
his neck.

At least his current predicament was close to being over. He could finally,
and thankfully, close this chapter in his life. A chapter that he hoped he
would never have to read again.

As for the next chapter in Abarj's life that was waiting to be written. He
hadn't thought much about what would happen once he had this wretched
collar off of him. He obviously would be getting away from Marzana as quick
as possible. Between Lord Farien and High Lord Hykselm he was not eager to
stay around for very long. He also doubted highly Lord Farien would
suddenly have a change of heart and want him to stay.

Of course after the other night with Zalk he had briefly considered finding
a way to stay. But it was a brief and fleeting thought. He had also briefly
considered finding a way to take the boy with him. That too was a brief and
fleeting thought. There would be other boys in other lands to seduce. There
would be many many boys if he had his way.

But no boy had ever suduced him before. It was unusual, unexpected but
throughouly enjoyable. He couldn't remmeber ever meeting a boy quite like
Zalk.

He hadn't had a boy on his own accord since before he had come back to
Marzana. Having Zalk made him realize how much he missed it.

But it was best for him to leave, leave alone and leave quickly. He would
start over far, far away from Marzana. He didn't look forward to starting
over that was for sure, but perhaps he had spent too much time in Marzana
anyways. Wherever he ended up though he'd make sure it was somewhere people
didn't know the name Abarj.

He looked forward to that day very soon he thought to himself as he drifted
off to sleep.

...to be continued...

I hope you all enjoyed Part 5, Part 6 will be coming soon! Please send
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