Date: Thu, 9 Dec 1999 19:50:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Hal Courtenay <hcourtenay@yahoo.com>
Subject: balo the dwarf 2

Standard disclaimer:
	This is a work of fiction. It is intended only for adults. This is
an adult piece of erotic fantasy involving the fantasy characters of
Dwarves, Minotaurs, Elves, and Humans. If you do not wish to read explicit
sexual material or are under the age of 18, do not read this. If you do not
object to material that involves men with men, fantasy 'bestiality', water
sports and domination, than this is for you... other wise go away!

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Balo The Dwarf
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V.

	The pair grasped and hugged and slapped and pawed at each other
soon settling into a tight embrace that both were reluctant to break until
Tagger said, "I gotta pee."
	Balo looked up at him and smiled and then he flopped over on his
back with his head at Tagger's groin. He pulled Tagger's sticky phallus
down to his mouth and grinned up at Tagger, "Let 'er rip!" Balo let the
head of Tagger's cock bounce against his lips.
	Tagger relaxed a moment as he became mostly human once again losing
most of his bullish aspects and then concentrated. Soon a quick squirt
splashed out across Balo's lips. Balo's lips nipped the rest of the head
firmly into his mouth and Tagger relaxed enough to release a heavy stream
of urine into Balo's mouth. Balo swallowed several heavy gulps and then let
the head slip out and urine ran over his mouth and down his face to his
neck.
	Tagger gripped his cock and directed the flow of piss up Balo's
torso. Balo lifted his legs to draw his groin closer to the pissing
stream. Tagger grabbed his legs in his two large hands and drew Balo's legs
as far forward as he could. He was pissing directly against Balo's fleshy
scrotum. Balo palmed his groin roughly as the warm piss cascaded down his
chest to his bearded face. As Tagger's piss died away, Balo's own cock
began to squirt a hot line of urine. Tagger pulled Balo's fleshy cock down
to Balo's lips. Balo gripped the foreskin in his teeth as his piss poured
out onto him. Tagger's cock was again straining in its arousal.
	Tagger roughly turned him around so Balo's head was away from him
and pushed his legs back. Tagger took a swipe at the huge glob of precum
that was dripping out of his cock head and rubbed it across Balo's thickly
puckered asshole. Balo moaned and pulled his legs back as far as his oddly
large Dwarven body would allow him. Tagger pushed in a finger and felt Balo
tremble. Soon Tagger pushed in a second finger. Balo's bottom felt
incredibly full and he shuddered each time Tagger sunk his fingers into his
bottom all the way. He relaxed a bit as Tagger pulled almost completely out
of him and eased a third finger into him.
	Balo covered his face with his hands. His cock felt like an iron
wood club. It leaked precum constantly as he felt Tagger play with his
bottom. All manner of finger combinations pushed into his asshole. Suddenly
he felt the intruders pull free from his anus. He felt hugely wide
open. Balo peeked out from between his fingers in time to see Tagger's
tented fingers and thumbs slide into him followed by his hand. The sudden
shock of seeing Tagger's fist slide into his bottom and disappear up to the
wrist pushed Balo over into a thunderous climax. He coated his chest and
face with a torrent of come.
	Balo's cock never subsided. He remained hard and throbbing as
Tagger pulled his hand free from the straining orifice. He then hunched
over Balo's bottom and Balo watched Tagger sink his tremendous bull cock
into his bottom in one single stroke. He felt Tagger's huge swaying
testicles slap against his buttocks. Tears flowed from Balo's eyes as he
writhed through one continuous climax. Tagger slid his hand along Balo's
throbbing cock and pushed the tip of his finger into Balo's huge piss
hole. Tagger began to bang his cock into Balo as he wriggled half of his
finger into Balo's cock slit. Tagger could feel the cock throb around his
finger.
	Tagger pulled his finger free and it was followed with a flood of
clear fluid. He pressed his finger into Balo's mouth who sucked it
clean. Tagger then gently cupped Balo's face as he battered into his
anus. All Balo could hear was the sticky slap of Tagger's balls against him
and Tagger's gasping breath. Suddenly Tagger pressed deep into him and then
bent down to Balo's face. He tenderly kissed him and Balo felt his bottom
flood with hot sticky cum from the huge throbbing tool in his
butthole. Balo kissed Tagger back as his own cock released another
tremendous blast of cum.
	Tagger pulled free from Balo, his cock making a sticky suckling
sound as it withdrew from Balo's tired anus. Balo dozed in a woozy floating
haze. Tagger bent over him and kissed his forehead. "I'll always love you,"
he heard Tagger say. Then oddly he thought Tagger said, "Be careful,
they're here..."
	Balo floated away into the deep sleep of the contented and the
exhausted.

VI.

	Balo awoke coughing for air. He sat up suddenly with a splash and
looked around. There was quite a commotion in the street below. He was
still in the bathtub, though now it was quite chill. He pulled himself out
of the basin and shook of the excess water as he reached for his towel. He
looked over at the bed. It was just as it was when he had been working on
his hammer. He walked over to the window feeling his fleshy cock slap
against his scrotum and thighs.
	Balo watched a procession of people walked past on their way deeper
into town. Suddenly his heart sank. The Brotherhood! They'd been followed
after all! Balo turned quickly and dressed and pulled his loose gear
together. He reached over into Tagger's pack and pulled free a jewelled
dagger. It was magical and always seemed to hit it's mark. He rushed down
the stairs of the inn. The tavern below was empty. He crept over to the
door and watched the procession of men going by. The Brotherhood was easy
to spot in their dark clothes with their symbols and high boots. They
stopped at the intersection of the two blocks. Balo stuck his head out as
far as he dared.
	One of the Brotherhood climbed up into the back of a wagon. He
shouted over the crowd. "Good people of Talenheim, we come to you today
only to retrieve those who have been accused of treachery and thievery
against the sovereign state of Wolfheim to the south. To show our good
faith, we offer a reward for the last member of this muderous crew we have
yet to catch: a Dwarf known as Balo. Turn him in to us and receive 100
platinum crowns! We await him at the market square."
	The crowd gasped as the Brotherhood continued on. Excited shouts
turned into crowds pushing their way into every shop and home along the
street. Balo retreated quickly to his room. He packed away what he could
and then he climbed out of the window. He looked down from the queasy
height and putting faith into the runes sowed into the lining of his boots
by Maruutin, he jumped into the alley below. He fell like a rock, but
amazingly landed quietly, yet solidly, on two feet and felt none of the
impact. Balo immediately ducked into the shadows and scurried away.
	Balo spent a good hour manoeuvring through the back streets of
Talenheim to make his way to the market square. On his way, he pulled out
his head wrap and a hooded clock to disguise himself. He kept Tagger's
knife close by putting it in his boot. His stomach growled and he ignored
it. He took a moment and noisily urinated his full bladder into a
gutter. He edged his way through the tables trying to avoid the most
crowded streets and rows. Many of the Brotherhood guarded and patrolled the
area listening to the excited crowd.
	It was them he saw them. Maruutin, Tagger and Terrian upon a
platform. They hung horribly by their necks as blood flowed down their
naked forms. They had obviously been dead for sometime. How could this be?
Tagger was with me last night wasn't he? They must of been caught out a
club by the Brotherhood. How could this be? I would be up there if I hadn't
stayed behind. Tagger came to me though, I know it! It was judgement - it
just wasn't mine...
	Balo pulled his hammer free and threw it with all his might at the
Brotherhood commander. It sailed over the peoples gathered there and bashed
cleanly through the man's head in a shower of blood and gristle. Balo
yelled, "BASTARDS!" as tears streamed down his face. The hammer raced back
to him and he grabbed it with his hand.
	One of the Brotherhood looked up from his fallen comrade and said,
"I knew he'd show himself if we did this. Poor Pete though." He then
shouted to the men about him, "Okay, kill him and we'll be back to Wolfheim
by nightfall tomorrow." The men cried out and rushed from the platform as
the people crowded about pushed forward as well.
	Balo knew immediately he was going to be overwhelmed. He turned and
ran. He darted down an alley here and there. The angry townspeople were hot
behind him though. He leapt up to a window sill blessing the magic in his
boots once more and climbed up to a roof top. He leapt to the ground below
and continued on. His short legs just could not gain any real distance on
this hard solid flat ground.
	He veered down another alley. It crooked around a short corner and
stopped at an abandoned well. "Blast!" He peeked back the way he come. The
people were to close to him to go back. He was worth 100 platinum
crowns. They wouldn't give up. Suddenly he heard the creak of wood behind
him.
	Balo looked back at the well and saw the wood cap was sliding off
the top. A blonde headed Halfling with a blue rag tied over his head popped
out. He waved his hand and said a nonsense word. Suddenly the end of the
alley was bricked over and they were sealed off from the others.
	The Halfling spoke, "Balo, right? If you want to be in one piece
this night, come with me."
	Balo moved toward him as the Halfling popped down into the well
once more. Balo carefully lowered himself in afterward. He dropped down a
short way and then found himself landing silently upon a dirt floor in a 10
by 10 area.
	"This is nuts! Where are we?" Balo turned to the Halfling.
	"Oh we're away from those screaming bloodhounds. That's all that
matters."
	"Who are you?" Balo asked him.
	"I'm Bottelo." the Halfling said.
	"What do you want?" Balo snapped.
	"Let's just say, any enemy of the Brotherhood is a friend of mine."
the Halfling laughed.
	"You're a boatman?" Balo asked.
	"Pirate ... dear friend and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Bottelo grinned.
	Balo pushed his sack off as well as his cloak and sunk to the dirt
floor.  He looked up a moment later with deeply red eyes and quietly said,
"How long do we stay here?"
	Bottelo looked into the darkness above them and said, "Oh, now
should be good."
	The Halfling moved over to the far wall and pulled something from
his pack. He said a few more nonsensical words and apparently drew a square
area upon the wall that glowed bright with magic. Bottelo nodded toward the
wall and pushed on it. It slid open and before the Halfling was flowing
water and a night sky.
	Balo gasped, "How is that possible. It was only morning when we
dropped in here moments ago."
	Bottelo chuckled, "The Brotherhood is not the only ones who know
how to track and to travel."
	The pair stepped out onto a dock where a double masted sloop was at
anchor. Bottelo ushered him on board and they went below the deck
immediately. Here in quarters that would be cramped for taller humanoids,
Bottelo begged Balo to make himself comfortable.
	"Please Balo, sit and be comfortable. Its no hole in the ground,
but what is?" Bottelo doffed his blue kerchief and pulled a fresh bottle of
something from a rack on the wall.
	"It's nice..." Balo said looking about.
	"Ah... but it's on open water?" Bottelo chuckled. "Not to worry she
is on solid mooring and sways very little. Besides this little tidewater
leads not to the ocean but merely to Ice Lake. From there we could travel
to the ocean."
	"Is this your boat?" Balo asked.
	"No, working for Every's boys has it's perks." Bottelo smiled at
Balo. "Hey, we do what we have to do to survive. This is the rugged
outback. The final frontier. If you don't take it, someone else will."
	"Don't you have a family?" Balo asked sitting down on a solid and
heavy looking wooden chair.
	"No. If I did, do you think I'd be out on the waterways? No! I'd be
at home with a hole full of furry feet and friends. My hamlet was taken by
slavers Balo. Quintorian slavers and the Brotherhood."
	"The Brotherhood is slaving with the Quintorian's?" Balo gasped.
	"Oh indeed my brother and don't let anyone tell you any
different. How could mere Humans traverse the land and pass off bodies if
they didn't have help? The Brotherhood is everywhere - even peaceable lands
like the Elven Forest. Oh believe you me they have a finger in this pie.
	"What about you Balo? Where's your family?" Bottelo passed him a
cup of wine.
	"There back at the warren's. They're safe. The Sword King sees to
that."
	"Aye." Bottelo agreed.
	"But I'm not cut out for that role just yet. I don't want to work
in the mines until I have to. I don't want to be cut gems. I want to be
cutting throats."
	"You don't look like much of a fighter. You more seems to be a
journeyman."
	"Oh I'm not a Warrior, but I can bash heads with the best of
them. Why me and Tagger..."
	Balo stopped and put down his cup. He put his face in his
hands. Bottelo put a brown jug on the table next to him and quietly left
him alone. He slid the door shut to the outer passage and made his way down
to his cabin.
	In the morning, Bottelo slid the panel back a bit and peered
in. The muttering and the drinking and the crashing sounds had stopped long
ago. He saw a figure curled up on the floor still in his clothes from the
evening before. Bottelo crept in and looked over the Dwarf. He was
breathing pretty hard through his nose so at least he was still alive. The
brown jug of ale was empty. The Dwarf probably didn't even feel that weak
ale.
	He bent down and gently shook him. Gingerly Balo cocked one eye
open. It was bloodshot and swollen.
	"How do you feel?" Bottelo quietly said.
	"Like killing someone." Balo muttered.
	Bottelo took his index finger and thumb of his right hand and
pinched them together. He said some words that Balo didn't understand and
then pressed his two fingers into the flesh of Balo's forehead. He then
removed his fingers and pulled out with them a slew of black liquidy
mess. He held Balo's head as he gently pulled the sick from him.
	"How's that?" Bottelo asked when he was finished.
	Balo sat up and nodded at him rubbing his neck. "I still feel like
killing someone."
	Bottelo pulled at Balo's cloak. Balo let him pull it off of him. He
laid it out across the table there. Balo gingerly stood up and held onto
Bottelo to steady himself. Bottelo pulled Balo's shirt free of his heavy
breeches and while standing at his back, he wrapped his arms around Balo
and undid the buttons and then pulled it off his arms. Bottelo's warm thick
hands pulled at the muscles in Balo's neck. Balo moaned as Bottelo's thumbs
pressed into the ridges of muscles around his neck. Balo looking down saw
one hairy backed hand grasp his right breast and trail over to his nipple
quickly before going back to the shoulders. Balo's nipple couldn't help but
be thick and fleshy and excited from the Halfling's talented hands.
	The Halfling was about as tall as Balo, but he was only about a
third the mass. The Dwarf was robust and not always accurately
proportioned, while the Halfling was a miniature looking Human with some
exaggerated facial features and hairy hands and feet. In the case of
Bottelo, it was blonde hair that poked out from under the cuffs of his
canvas pants.
	"Let's go out and see the morning, eh Balo?"
	"Uh okay," Balo said and followed the Halfling out onto the deck.
	The morning was bright and clear and not too hot. The dock they
were at was kind of solitary, though Balo could see the beginnings of
Talenheim down the river. He looked at Bottelo, "I've really got to piss."
	Bottelo motioned him over to the railing. As Balo turned from him,
Bottelo slid his arms back around Balo's waist and undid the large open
front of Balo's Dwarven trousers. He grasped Balo's cock and aimed it over
the edge of the boat. Balo's piss erupted from the tip of the fleshy
foreskin. Bottelo held his hand around the opening so that the urine
splashed through his fingers. Balo was startled but found the feelings
pleasant.
	When finished pissing, he undressed Balo the rest of the
way. Bottelo led Balo back to the centre of the deck. There he had a pale
of water and some other small glass jars. Bottelo had Balo sit in front of
him. Bottelo, his hands still wet with Balo's piss, put them into the pale
of water and then added what appeared to be herbs from the small jars.
	"Are you a shaman?" Balo asked.
	"No, I am a priest of Buuterin Stoutheart. He is a godling of
journeyman and adventuring Halflings. I have created a healing and
cleansing ritual which I shall now preform for you."
	Bottelo undressed and sat before Balo. He was pudgy like a Halfling
and covered with blonde hair. It was thick over his nipples and down over
his groin. His cock was thin, but longer than Balo had expected for a
Halfling, though his balls were nearly lost in the thick patch of hair.
	Bottelo said some more words Balo didn't understand and drew his
hands into the water and it became almost gelatin. He laid Balo back upon
the deck and ran his hands across Balo's chest. The thick liquid was very
warm and very slick. It was like fire and like lightning wherever Bottelo
ran his hands across him.
	He pulled his fingers across Balo's face where every now and again
more of the thick black goo would appear and Bottelo would wipe it away. He
soon moved across Balo's shoulders and then to his chest. Balo moaned and
gasped at each new rub and attack on his muscles. Bottelo washed at the
hairs under Balo's arms and trailed down to his hands where each finger was
pulled and massaged. He pulled at Balo's thick fleshy nipples as he passed
over to the other arm. Balo let him do as he would. His mind was awash in
pleasure and relaxation. His cock was full but not stiff.
	Bottelo sat on the side of Balo as he lifted Balo's legs. He passed
his hand over the length of Balo's cock and balls. He drew his fingers
along Balo's hairy crack. He noticed that Balo couldn't pull his legs
straight back due to the structure of Balo's pelvis and his bowed
legs. Balo moaned deeply and his cock came to full erection. As Bottelo's
hand made a second pass of the fiery liquid, his cock head pulled free of
the thick foreskin. Bottelo's fingers pressed into the anus briefly; Balo
could feel the release of his body's toxins most strongly. Bottelo used
soothing words to comfort him.
	Bottelo then straddled Balo's leg. He could vaguely feel Bottelo's
swaying balls and erection against his leg as Bottelo massaged it in the
same way as the rest of his body. He pushed himself over to Balo's other
leg and then sat between them as he lifted them back once more. Balo could
feel Bottelo run his hand down the back of his thighs and then his
calves. Next he felt himself being pulled toward Bottelo and he could feel
the warm of Bottelo up against his legs and his bottom.
	Balo could feel the warm and healing spread through him from the
centre of his body. He like he were being rocked in a sea of warmth and
love. Balo struggled to look down his body at Bottelo. He could see him
between his legs and against his body. He was coated in the thick gooey
liquid.
	"You're inside me aren't you?" Balo quietly said.
	"Yes." He pushed Balo's legs forward a bit more and Balo could see
Bottelo's long pink cock sliding in and out of his anus. Balo felt warm
explosion in his butthole. Bottelo moaned and then pulled free of Balo's
anus. Balo watched it spurt it's golden seaman as Bottelo climbed over Balo
to straddle his chest. He pressed his swollen still spurting cock into
Balo's mouth. The explosion continued into his mouth. It was a long
ejaculation that filled Balo's mouth with the sweet passionate
fluid. Finally as Bottelo's cock finished it's climax, he removed it still
dripping from Balo's mouth.
	Bottelo then squatted back over Balo, penetrating himself on Balo's
erection and quickly slid to the base of Balo's cock. Balo never saw a
grimace or hesitation. Bottelo used his anus to massage Balo's cock until
it erupted in it's own blinding orgasm. With his anus still full of Balo's
cock, he lay himself over Balo and the pair dozed and slept for a while.


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To be continued...
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