The First Test


Originally posted on Kindle. Adult erotica, NSFW, Man on Man. Don't read if you don't like.

Cern snapped out of his memories and began stroking the soapy sponge over the oil slick skin of his sacrifice. He indulged his passion for the human male by swiping the foamy sponge over a section of muscle. Then Cern followed with his other hand that kneaded the said muscle until it was smooth and lax. The wizard indulging his own desire to touch the powerful warrior.

Baen couldn’t help himself. He openly moaned as he was soaped up and scrubbed by the magus. His head was floating from the drink and his skin was sensitized by the spiked oil.

Cern took his time scrubbing Baen with a sea sponge. Cern washed his captive’s muscular arms, his wide chest, and his defined back. Baen sounded a disappointed moan as the wizard skipped his crotch. His cock was filling and a bead of precum formed at the tip.

Cern chuckled as he washed Baen’s legs, “Don’t worry, lad. I’ll get to the good stuff soon enough.”

Finally Cern took Baen’s cock and balls in hand and washed them, gently but thoroughly. Baen groaned as the warm, bubbly sponge wiped over his hardening cock and tightened sack. Cern gazed at the powerful body at his mercy. The thick cock that rested in his hand, slick and pulsing with the power of youth.

Cern licked his lips but muttered to himself,”Not yet.”

Instead he instructed Baen to bend over and guided the warrior's hands to the stone table this time. Baen obeyed and was able to hold back his moan until the enchanter started on his ass. It was like he was worshipping it. Cern swiped the soapy sponge over each cheek in small circles. He massaged and carressed the muscular rump until it was covered in the cleansing white foam.

When the only part left to clean was his crevice and Cern said,”Chest on the table.”

Baen laid his chest on the stone table and whined as his nipples contracted instantly against the cold, hard stone.

Smiling at the sound of his sacrifice, Cern instructed, "Hands on yur ass. Spread your cheeks."

Baen put his hands on his now smooth ass cheeks and spread them. His fuzzy mind tried to tell him this was wrong but the warmth of the cave, the wine and oil had him pliant.

Cern gently cleaned Baen’s ass. The warm water, soft sponge and creamy lather soothing as it washed away remnants of the shave. His furled hole was circled and carressed. Baen bit deeply into his bottom lip to hold back his cries at each and every swipe against his hole. He wished the sponge probed deeper but it only caressed teasingly.

“Almost finished, lad,” Cern said in a soothing voice. “Stand up for me now.”

Warm water was poured over the expanse of Baen’s body washing away the soap. It dripped off his perked nipples and stiff cock entrancing Cern.

“You are a specimen aren’t ye,” Cern murmured as he caressed the young warrior’s form with his eyes. 

The druid picked up a golden metal torque from the stone table. The firelight glinted off the gold metal circle the wizard held in his hand. It had a small gap in the ring where two snake heads met. Cern rubbed the smooth metal ring to warm it. 

Cern gently cupped Baen’s sack and cock. Soothing him when the warrior jumped as his cock and balls were circled by the cool, hard, golden circle. Baen whimpered at the new sensation. His sack becoming more pronounced and his dick throbbing with need. 

“Now you are ready,” Cern stated as he threw a slab of leather on the stone table. Then he placed the Buchanan tartan over that.

“On the altar, hands and knees,” Cern ordered as he guided his blindfolded sacrifice.

Baen obeyed. Crawling onto the stone table. His hands and knees were protected from the cold harsh stone by the leather and wool. He jumped when a warm, oiled hand grasped his cock.

Cern stroked Baen’s cock enjoying the silken skin and hard flesh in his hand. The warrior looked delectable with the torque circling his package and his cleansed skin glistening in the fire light.

Cern pumped the warrior’s cock to hardness and used his other hand to touch the muscled body. Up and down the well-defined back the strong hand stroked. Soft, teasing circular caresses on the man’s plump rump. Cern skimmed Baen’s crack to bring a cry out of the stoic warrior. Baen was openly panting and Cern could tell he was resisting against thrusting his hips.

“Hehe, go ahead and hump the air, lad. Fuck me hand. Feels good. Doesn’t it,” Cern stated; not needing an answer.

Baen thrust his hips. Pumping his cock in Cern’s hand. The firm grip and warm slide had Baen moaning with every thrust. His hips stuttering and straining as he sought out his release.

Cern reveled in the feel of Baen’s throbbing erection in his hand. So full of life, pulsing, warm, vibrant. He watched as the powerful warrior’s cock slipped through his fist. He licked his lips wanting to taste so bad but the ritual had to be followed. He had accepted the gift and he couldn’t indulge himself just yet. The sacrifice still had to prove himself and pass Cern’s tests.

With that thought, Cern slipped his other hand into the warrior’s crack and oiled up his hole. He teased the pink pucker by circling and dipping his finger into the warm crevice. Baen whimpered at the foreign sensation but remained on the altar. He had made a promise and he intended to keep it. 

When Baen took a deep breath and released it, Cern pressed his slicked up finger into the tight heat of Baen’s hole. All of a sudden the furled hole relaxed and Cern’s finger was fully engulfed by the warm crevice. 

“Oh, fuck,” Baen cried out as all the heady sensations crashed down on him. His hips sped up but he couldn’t tell if he enjoyed the tight fist on his prick or the thick finger in his ass more. With little warning Baen’s cock spurted ropes of white as he cried out again.

Surprised by the young man’s ardor Cern was just able to catch Baen’s emission in the metal goblet he had placed on the table.

Cern chuckled. It had been so long since he had had such a sensitive sacrifice. Most men shrank when their holes were breached but the warrior had surprised Cern. Removing his hands from his sacrifice’s spent cock and barely breached hole, Cern ran soothing hands up his back. Baen was panting. But his breath calmed as the wizard muttered calming words to him.

“Such a good lad. So responsive. Doing so well,” Cern said in a smooth voice.

Cern let Baen rest for a moment as he moved around the altar.

Baen jumped when his ass cheeks were spread. The wizard chuckled at his jump. He oiled up a finger again and circled it around the Baen’s waiting entrance.

A moan broke out of the warrior’s mouth.

“Mmm, good. Always encouraging to have such a responsive sacrifice,” the augurer murmured as he continued to circle Baen’s hole. He proceeded to pour oil over Baen’s passage and slowly inserted his finger. Cern watched entranced as his finger was enveloped by the spasming hole. He enjoyed the clench and release as Baen’s body relaxed and accepted the probing digit.

“Such a good lad,” he muttered. Cern couldn’t help himself. He slapped Baen’s shapely rump. Watching with great joy as the mortal flesh jiggled.

Baen gave a muffled yelp and clenched down on the finger even harder. He started to whimper as the shock of what was happening to him began to dawn on him.

“Damn it,” the old man muttered. He then stroked a soothing hand down Baen’s back. “Forgive me lad. It has been so long and I’ve missed yur kind.”

Cern removed his finger and massaged Baen’s ass cheeks. The magus kneaded the muscular cheeks to release any tension. He enjoyed the feel of strength beneath his fingers relaxing to his careful touch. When he felt the warrior had calmed enough he gently spread Baen’s cheeks and teased his hole with a finger again. Soon Baen was moaning in desire.

“Ah, there we go, such a good lad.”

A warm, oil-slicked finger dipped into the pink pucker. Slowly the finger delved deeper and deeper into the tight hole. Cern continued this teasing till Baen was panting again. Once he felt Baen begin to relax he added more oil and gently pushed his entire finger into the waiting warmth. Baen cried out and clenched down hard. Cern watched as the spasming hole slowly relaxed around his thick finger. 

    Not knowing why he wanted the finger to move just that he wanted to feel it slide in and out again, Baen begged, “Please.”

Cern slowly pulled out then added a second finger. Baen moaned as Cern began scissoring his fingers in his hole. His rim slowly opening under Cern’s ministrations. Cern twisted and pumped his fingers until he was happy with the spread of Baen’s hole. Cern grabbed the jar of oil and spread his fingers wide in Baen’s hole. Baen moaned long and deep as this happened. Then Cern poured the jar of oil directly into Baen’s hole. He watched the laced slick disappear into the dark opening with great satisfaction.

Baen shook his head. Struggling not to cry out but he didn’t know why he shouldn't. Cern continued to thrust and scissor his fingers into Baen until he found that special bundle of nerves. Baen couldn’t help himself as the heady sensations of a warm room, tingling skin and probing digits in his slicked up hole had him shouting and all but collapsed as Cern rubbed his prostate. Baen was able to keep his hips up but his arms collapsed under him from the shock of pleasure. The side of his face pressed against the wool of his clan tartan, he bit his lower lip but it did nothing to stop the whine that came from him, his ass in the air and on display for Cern.

Baen whined even more as Cern removed his fingers.

“Worry not, lad. You won’t be empty for long,” the druid said with a smirk in his voice.

Cern grabbed a carved stone phallus.  It was made of a dark, speckled rock. The flecks of white reflected in the firelight, making the stiff, dark cock seem to shimmer. The head was flared like a standard prick and a smooth rod lead to a rust-red garnet at the base.

Pouring some oil on the phallus Cern worked the head of the stone penis oiling it up for his waiting sacrifice. Rubbing the smooth, cool surface with his calloused palm, Cern enjoyed the feeling of the hard, stone cock. He rubbed it as he would his own, with twisting tugs and circling pulls. 

The enchanter warmed the stone only slightly. The warlock wanted Baen to feel the contrast of cool cock to his warm entrance. Anticipating the sounds it would ring out of his delectable offering. Cern broke out of his lusty trance to press the stone penis against Baen’s pink hole. He watched with fascination as the tip parted the furled, oiled skin. He went slowly, centimeter by centimeter, entranced by watching the hard cock entering the soft hole. Slowly Cern pressed in the shaft until the flared head was engulfed by the puckered hole. He stopped and moaned at the sight of Baen’s hole clenching on the unforgiving stone. Cern waited letting Baen become accustomed to the cockhead in his hole. The old druid couldn’t help himself though and he gently tugged on the phallus to watch it pull against Baen’s rim. Not enough to remove from his hole, just enough to see the stretch and make Baen whimper. Then Cern started again. Slowly pressing in the cold cock into his warm waiting victim. When he had the stone fully seated in his sacrifice Cern paused and looked at his handy work. 

Baen was open-mouth whimpering, drooling against the tartan the side of his face was pressed against. His ass up in the air on full display. His thighs softly trembling as his hole became accustomed to the cock stretching it. Cern almost broke right there. The sight of this powerful warrior on such a display. All for him. For him to have and do with what he will. Cern resisted the urge to remove the stone cock and grab Baen’s hips and plough his plush hole with a real warm, blood-pulsing dick. Seeming to read the old druid’s mind, Baen clenched around the cock in his ass and keened loudly.

“Shhh, lad. That’s it just relax. There we go,” Cern soothed as he noticed Baen’s body relaxing around the rod. Then he started pumping the smooth shaft into Baen’s body. Baen cried out with every thrust not caring what he sounded like. The pleasure was immense. His balls throbbed from the torque, his cock was full and hard again. His skin was hot and sensitive. And his insides, Baen had never felt the insides of himself before and the pleasurable sensation was dizzying. Soon he was thrusting his hips back to meet Cern’s thrusts of the phallus. Baen was trying to get as much sensation as possible. Then Cern hit his prostate and Baen screamed. Cern was relentless. He rang out cry after cry out of his captive. Relishing the sound of a sacrifice enjoying the pleasure he brought to him. Cern watched as he pushed the smooth stone phallus into the slick hole before him. He absorbed every moan Baen let out as he was fucked by the stone cock. Soon Baen’s cock was dripping with precum. It was red at the tip and throbbing with need. He felt the gathering pull of orgasm in his loins and despite the suppressing torque around his shaft Baen came with a loud shout.

“Such a good lad,” Cern muttered as he caught the white emission in the metal goblet once again. He laid Bean down on his back on the altar and removed the blindfold. Smoothing his hands over his captive’s muscled torso. Enjoying the aftershocks of a good, hard orgasm that he feels spasming through Baen’s body. 

Cern cleaned up a little and allowed Bean to bask in post-orgasm haze. His eyes glazed from the drink and pleasure. Baen only looked up when he felt his hands being tied to either side of the table with soft leather strips.

“Wha?” he tried, looking dazed and sated.

“Shhhh, lad, just a precaution,” Cern says as he secures Baen’s legs as well. Cern then eyed Baen’s flagging half-hard cock.

Looking up at Baen, Cern just smiled at the sight before him. Here is this impressive specimen tied to his altar. Naked and blissed out from orgasm. His muscular body on display and waiting to be sampled.  

Cern gently clasped his sacrifice’s half-hard rod and gave little licks all around the head. Then he slowly traced under the edge of Baen’s cockhead, circling the entire mushroom tip. The enchanter listened to the soft gasps and was determined to turn them into cries. Cern turned his head and slowly slid his tongue down Baen’s now rock hard cock to the base. Tasting the cock he had been drooling over since the beginning.

Teasing around the golden metal torque that was keeping the warrior’s cock hard with his tongue, Cern moaned in delight. His warrior tasted devine. A green, musky taste of vigor. Cern’s tongue traveled back up the hard cock with swirling licks that ended at the tip. Now Cern teased the slit, poking in with his tongue as far as he could. The enchanter then sucked the whole cock head into his mouth. He swished his tongue around the red tip. Finally he sucked in Baen’s whole cock, down to the base. The sacrifice cried out as his prick was devoured by the enchanter. His over-sensitive skin on fire from his orgasms and the infused oil. 

Cern’s hands were not idle as he ravaged his sacrifice. He massaged Baen’s sack gently then moving down to his taint. Cern rang cry after cry out of Baen as he massaged his prostate from the outside and sucked down his sacrifice’s cock.

Baen was hoarse from his cries. He gulped for air. Trying to stay conscious through all the pain-pleasure. Soon he felt it. That pull in his groin, that tightening that told Baen he was ready to cum again. He shook his head no. But nobody noticed. 

Cern was sucking his cock like a mad man, bobbing his head and stimulating his prostate. He stopped once to look at Baen to give him a brief respite from the overwhelming pleasure. The muscles in his arms and legs standout as they strain against his bonds. His pecs and abs are rigidly defined as Baen struggled to hold himself back from thrusting his hips into the air. His pale skin was flushed pink with desire that started at his face and dropped all the way down to his chest. Cern could look at this lust addled warrior all night but he had a task to accomplish.

Baen could not hold back his scream as Cern returned to sucking his sacrifice’s over-sensitized cock. The pleasure was so overwhelming it began to toe over the line to pain. Sensing this Cern slowed his sucking and circled Baen’s puffy hole with a finger. Then he pressed Baen’s prostate through his taint and Baen didn't stand a chance. He felt it. The final pressure in his balls and suddenly he exploded in a blinding white shock of pleasure. He passed out before his cock finished shooting its load into Cern’s waiting mouth. 

Cern adds the warriors essence to the waiting wine cup and murmurs, “Good lad.”

TBC

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