The Second Test


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

Baen woke up feeling warm for the first time in months. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with the sight of firelight flickering off the cave ceiling. Remembering where he was and why he was there Baen jumped out the cot he was sleeping on. He was naked and clean. The torque is gone from his package. His skin is clean and smooth from the oiled shave. He grabbed his bear skin cloak that was his blanket and searched for the wizard. Baen barely saw him sitting in the shadowed corner. He was back to being an old man. Covered in the grey, furred cloak and his crown of horns covering his head again.

“What?” Baen tried.

“Hmmm, so you’re awake. Here eat, drink,” the old man said as he shoved a bowl of porridge and cup of tea towards Baen.

“But I thought…”

 

“Remember my warning lad. Do as I say or everything ends,” the grizzled man said in a sharp rebuke.

 

Baen nodded his head and took his bowl and cup to the cot. He sat and ate.

 

“Curious,” the old warlock murmured in almost disappointment as he watched the young warrior finish his meal.

 

“Put on your boots and yur allowed yur bear cloak. Nothing else,” the enchanter said as he gathered some items.

 

Baen quietly put on his boots, wrapped his bear cloak around him and followed the shuffling, old man to the surface.

 

They walked through the pines. Their path lit only by the moonlight. The snow storm having passed. They came to the edge of the Loch Maree. A small skiff waited for them. The sharp wind howled off the dark lake and buffeted the men standing at the water’s edge. Baen pulled his fur closer around him, seeking to keep the warmth he had won in the druid’s underground lair. He shivered as he sensed eyes watching him. Before he could ask a metal wine cup was shoved into Baen’s hand. It was filled with the same blood red wine and Baen smelled the same herbs from before. He drank without hesitation.

 

“Get in and stand at the mast,” the old warlock ordered.

 

Baen’s arms were tied to the mast behind his back. Then a belt was produced to secure Baen’s waist to the same mast. Cold hands penetrated the warm fur and grabbed Baen’s package. His cock and balls were pulled out into the harsh cold. Baen whimpered. The old augurer ignored the sacrifice’s objection and placed the cold metal ring around Baen’s intimate parts. Cern stopped and admired the pink package as it contrasted so beautifully against the dark black fur of the bear pelt.

 

“Please,” was all Baen could muster.

 

The warlock glared at Baen for his outburst and produced a gag made of deer horn and leather.

 

“Open,” was all the old man said as he shoved the gag into Baen’s mouth and tied it behind his head. Then Baen was blindfolded as well. 

 

Seeing his sacrifice, secured to the mast, his eyes hidden, his mouth gagged, his precious cock and balls open to the harsh cold, Cern took pity on Baen.

 

“No sense in letting you freeze lad,” the old enchanter said as he placed the pelt over Baen’s package and smoothed the fur over Baen’s groin.

 

Cern pushed the small boat into the freezing water and began to row to the small island in the middle.

 

“Listen up lad. You are not to cum no matter what. No matter what you hear or feel. You cum and your clan is dead. Your family is dead. Nod your head if you understand,” the old druid ordered.

 

Baen nodded. He couldn’t feel his balls let alone his cock. He wouldn’t be cumming any time soon.

 

The old man began humming a tuneless song as he rowed and Baen tried to ignore the cold wind as it flapped his bear skin cloak around him.

 

Suddenly the song he was hearing became louder and Baen’s head became fuzzy. He swore he could feel something warm but wet on his leg. The sensation went straight to his ringed cock making it hard in an instant.

 

Whack.

 

“Remember what I told you boy. Cum and your clan is dead,” the warlock warned.

 

Baen was jolted out of his haze by the old wizard’s strike with a wet oar. The warmth on his leg felt like a hand but the old man was rowing the boat. So who…?

 

Baen heard a feminine giggle and a whispered voice that said,"Such a fine specimen of a man."

 

Then the warm hand traveled up to his groin, under the bear skin cloak and grabbed his half hard cock. The warm, slick hand stroked him until his prick was rock hard. Baen bit into the horn gag in his mouth to stop his moan. Then the hand had turned into a finger. The warm digit tracing his hard flesh from tip to base. When the finger reached the metal ring around his impressive package it circled the torque. He swore the freezing metal warmed in an instant and Baen had to once again bite into the gag to stop his whimper.

 

The bewitching hand now circled his throbbing erection and stroked. It was a slow, slick stroke from the base of his dick to the red tip. He could feel each finger in the petite fist fondling him. The hand moving over the hot, slick skin of his prick with ease. When the hand reached his tip it would twist and when it reached his base it would tighten. Baen resisted trying to thrust his hips to speed up the strokes. 

 

No. NO! What was he thinking? His clan would die. He had to resist. Just then a gust of cold wind battered the small skiff and Baen’s ardor died. He heard a soft huff and the hand disappeared.

 

Breathing a sigh of relief Baen took great gulps of cold winter air to calm his raging hard on. Feeling somewhat in control again Baen urged his cock to go down. He was half successful when he heard a splash and two feminine voices.

 

“See I told you. He’s quite handsome,” a soft voice whispered. Then Baen once again felt soft, wet hands on his cock.

 

“ Oh,” a quiet voice said in disappointment.  The warm hands began stroking his softened cock again.

 

Baen could only grunt through his gag as he tried to ignore the hands bringing him such pleasure. He is cock slowly filled with blood again as another moist hand fondled his sack, teasing it and massaging. Filling him with a wanting warmth, Baen clenched his buttocks hard trying not to thrust his hips. Baen groaned as his balls gathered towards his body trying to ready for release. He concentrated on the cold wind blowing off the lake to stave off the pending orgasm. 

 

Baen grunted as the finger pressing on his taint suddenly slid in between his cheeks. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, just sensitive in a pleasurable way. But that feeling would get his clan killed so he tried not to focus on the slick digit circling his puffy hole. The teasing dips into his puckered entrance had him moaning against his gag but Baen shook his head to clear it. He refused to let the pleasure overwhelm him as he thought of the fate of his clan.

 

He heard a feminine giggle.

 

The women obviously thought of this as a challenge. The finger that had been teasing his hole now fully entered him. It turned and twisted giving Baen new sensations that had his hole  clenching around the invading finger. 

 

His cock now fully erect was purple at the tip. It started dripping precum as the warm hand stroked him. 

 

“Oh, look he’s giving us a snack,” the woman stroking him said.

 

Suddenly a third head popped up at the bow of the boat and said, “A snack, I’m starved.”

 

She hoisted herself into the boat. Her warm hands gripping Baen’s hips as her companion stroking him offered up his cock to her.

 

“Mmmm,” she hummed close to Baen’s cock causing him to shiver.

 

She licked up his precum dripping off his cock and shuddered at the taste. 

 

“So long it has been since I’ve tasted such a warrior,” she purred.

 

Baen ignored them as best he could.

 

The woman fingering his ass removed her hand and slicked up two fingers. She slowly added them to Baen’s hole.  As his cock was slowly engulfed by a warm, moist mouth. Ben groaned as his balls became impossibly tight against the metal torque throttling them. The women continued to suck his cock, stroke his sac and finger his hole. Baen spent the whole time trying not to react. Thinking of every horrible thing he could so he wouldn’t cum. He panted as the women stopped.

 

“Ladies, I have a feeling that this lad doesn’t want to cum. He doesn’t want to join us,” a sultry voice stated.

 

The other women murmured their agreement and doubled their efforts. His sac was sucked and stroked. His ass was probed. His cock. Oh god, his cock. 

 

His slit was licked and suckled. Then his cockhead was slowly sucked into the softest warm mouth he had ever felt. Then his whole cock was slowly sucked into said mouth. Fingers squelched in this ass and a mouth lapped at his balls. He was so close. He could feel the pull in his groin, in his balls. But no, it was cold, it was, it was, oh god it was so good. The mouth, the mouth sucking him was so soft and warm. It felt so good. Like the first spoon of sweetened gruel on a cold morning. Warm and comforting and so good.

 

NO! And suddenly Baen was back in the cold little boat in the middle of a freezing lake. Naked. His cock shriveled as a gust of arctic wind blasted him.

 

Baen heard an exhale from behind him and a murmured,”Didn’t know ya had it in ya lad.”

 

Unable to respond, Baen simple bit into his gag and calmed his racing heart. Then the song started up again. The tuneless song that fuzzed his brain. Shaking his head to try and clear it Baen clenched his whole body in concentration.

 

“Mmm, looks like we have our work cut out for us ladies,” a soft, feminine voice said.

Baen heard two answering giggles from either side of him. He refused to listen and jumped when he felt warm wet hands on his ass again.

 

“He liked a mouth on his front. Let’s try it on his backside,” a sure voice ordered.

 

Suddenly Baen’s ass cheeks were spread and the cold wind caressed his hole. Baen shuddered and moaned. Then a warm tongue lapped at his hole and he cried out. He heard a chorus of titters and the tongue probed further. Circling his hole, lapping at it. Finally pushing into it and Baen couldn’t help himself he thrust his ass back into the tongue. Desperate to feel the warm, wet muscle breach his sensitive hole. His neglected cock began to harden again despite the cold. It was dripping precum and Baen felt a tongue lap at the drops. He could feel the heady sensations going straight to his groin. His balls drew up painfully against the torque and Baen was reminded that he couldn’t cum.

 

He did his best to ignore the warm wiggling muscle that was breaching his ass. It probed and licked at his furled hole and Baen bit into the gag to hold back his moan. He clenched his ass to try and restrict the tongue currently probing his ass. He heard a muffled grunt and the warm muscle was removed from his ass.

 

“Oh, he’s a tough one.” Baen heard a soft voice say.

 

Once again the cold wind blasted Baen’s exposed body and his ardor was cooled. Baen wouldn’t fail. He would not cum. No matter what they did. Whoever they were.

 

Suddenly there were multiple wet, warm hands on him. A pair stroking his trembling thighs, another pair fondling his balls and teasing his cock. The final pair of petite hands were spreading his cheeks to reveal his puffy pink pucker. He whined when cool air was blown on his hot hole. Trying to squirm away from the sensation. Then the cool tongue probed at his hot hole. Testing and teasing at first, then full licks and finally probing dips. Baen began thrusting his hips in time with the probing tongue in his ass and the stroking hand on his cock. Gods he had never felt so much at once. He wanted it all, all for himself, just for him, no one else.

 

No, he would never betray his clan. He always put his clan, his people before himself. That is why he was here. Baen concentrated on the cold, the gusting wind. He shook his head and clenched his buttocks. He would not give in. He began panting in concentration to focus only on the cold. 

 

Finally three disappointed sighs were heard and a quiet,”You win this one, Cern,” was uttered.

 

A pair of assessing eyes widened at the endurance of the sacrifice.

 

Baen was delirious by the time the island was reached. He didn’t notice the skiff running aground or the conjurer releasing his bonds. All he could feel is the pulse in his cock and the need to cum. He didn’t notice as the old man guided him to shore, the short trek to a stone cottage or the warmth of the crackling hearth. All his concentration was on his cock the need not to cum. So when the double-snake headed torque was somehow magicked away from his engorged cock Baen could do nothing but scream and cum. Stripes of white spend fountained up out of his angry red cock covering his stomach and legs. Cern watched with intense pleasure as his sacrifice came with violent spurts. His back arching, his abdominals clenching and his powerful thighs pulsing as he thrust up into the air. Baen came so hard he passed out.

TBC

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