The Third and Final Test


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

Baen slowly woke to warmth, the smell of a hearth fire, the soft pelts of deer he was wrapped in, and the sleepy feeling of a long, good rest. Baen came back to consciousness slowly. He was warm. A warmth that was soft and comfortable. A warmth that spoke of a cold held at bay outside. His toes and fingers were warm, his nose was warm. He kept his eyes closed and just basked in the relaxing warmth of waking up rested. No pain, no aches from a hard days work. His awakening mind started to take in other sensations. The comfortable bed he was laying in. The bed covers were cozy. Furred. Pelts. Both fur and leather side baby soft against his skin. Then he stretched. A small groan escaped his lips at the satisfying stretch. Then he realized it. He was naked. Not a stitch of clothing on. But that was ok. He was safe and in the softest, warmest bed he had ever experienced.

 

Baen kept his eyes closed and smiled in satisfaction. He was warm and relaxed. No worries, no hurts. He finally opened his eyes to see the four wooden posts of the bed he was laying in. The wood was intricately carved. Snakes spiraled their way up the pillars. A stag with a huge rack of antlers was shown running through a forest. A wolf chasing the stag. Trees of all kinds, heavy with summer fruit and leaf were carved into the pillars. At the top of each pillar a tangle of horns sat with a lantern hanging off a prong at each corner of the bed.

 

Baen looked around the room and saw a large hearth on one side with a crackling fire that threw soft orange light about the room. The walls were stone and in one shadowy corner sat a wooden table and two chairs, empty.

 

Baen sat up in the bed, the pelts pooling at his waist and exposing his naked chest. He stretched his arms over his head letting out a satisfying moan. His smooth skin looking golden in the firelight. Then he heard the gasp. It came from the corner of the room. A face emerged from the shadows. A handsome face. His jaw was chiseled and smooth. His nose straight and his mouth luscious. His eyes glowed green of a deep forest meadow in summer. Rich, verdant and wanting.

 

Baen realized he was staring at this handsome stranger. He cleared his throat to cover his embarrassment.

 

“Hello,” he said.

 

The man smiled softly and asked,”How are you feeling?”

 

“I feel wonderful,” Baen said without hesitation. And he meant it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this good.

 

The man smiled even wider and said,”Good. Are you hungry?”

 

Baen stopped and thought. He normally woke up with a gnawing hunger in his belly. Often forgoing food so his brother’s family could eat. He was hungry but not the starving hunger he was used to.

 

“I could eat,” he offered.

 

The handsome man stood and walked over to the hearth. He pulled a stew pot back from the fire and ladled a divinely smelling meal into a wooden bowl. He turned and handed Baen the bowl with a spoon.

 

“Thank you,” Baen said.

 

His first taste of the stew had him groaning with pleasure. Venison stew, the broth was thick and rich, there were carrots, potatoes, onions and sage. The flavor overwhelmed his tongue. He held the next spoonful in his mouth so he could savor all the flavors. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten something so delicious. His eyes closed and the look of pure satisfaction on his face was entrancing.

 

Feeling someone staring at him, Baen swallowed and opened his eyes.

 

The man was gazing at him with his piercing green eyes with such a look of desire and longing Baen blushed. He looked down and continued to eat the heavenly stew. Realizing he had been staring the man turned and sat at the edge of the bed. When Baen finished he thanked the man as he handed over his empty bowl. 

 

The silence stretched out and finally Baen asked,”Where am I?”

 

The handsome man turned to him with a surprised look. He simply stated,”You're in my home.”

 

“How did I get here?” Baen asked.

 

“You came to my home with your brother. With an offering. As an offering,” the handsome man said his shoulders tightening as he realized Baen didn’t remember.

 

Baen looked down at his hands. Trying to remember. His brother. The cold trek through the night to Loch Maree. Walking through the copse of Caledonian pines.

 

The old man!

 

Baen looked up at the handsome man before him. He was tall and built. He had the muscles and stance of a warrior. Sure of himself and his abilities. He looked like he had thirty summers on him. Not green but not aged. His jaw was strong, clean shaven it gave him the youthful look. His hair short, curled, a soft mahogany brown. Baen looked into his green eyes. This man might be young but his eyes had seen things. Many life time of things. Life, death and everything in between. They were…...sad. A lonely sad. Baen could tell this man would never admit it but he was lonely. Baen wanted to stand up and envelop the man in a bear hug. Just like his father used to do to Baen whenever he and his brother returned from a long trek. He wanted to whisper in his ear it was ok. Baen would stay. He wouldn’t be alone anymore.

 

Baen broke out of his trance when the man handed him a pair of deerskin breeches. Baen took them with thanks but as he put them on he felt off. These weren’t right. He should be wearing something else. Something woolen. A tartan. His….

 

A glint of gold caught his eye. The wooden table next to the hearth. It had two golden torques. Both had snake heads at either end. One was large to fit around a neck. The other was small. Too small to fit a wrist but…

 

When Baen reached out and touched the smaller torque all his memories returned in a rush. Cern exhaled a broken sigh. This was always the part he dreaded. They would remember and choose to leave.

 

Baen gasped and his knees hit the floor as he collapsed. He remembered everything. The old man’s cave, the altar, the boat ride. His cock filled at his memories. Of the sensations, the smells, tastes and the feelings. His cock began to drip as he remembered Cern’s mouth on him, his hands on him.

 

The handsome man had his back to Baen not wanting to see his face when he remembered what had been done to him. He unsheathed his dagger ready to make the sacrifice.

 

“Cern?” Baen gasped.

 

Cern turned ready to strike. His eyes widened at the scene before him. Baen was on his knees, both torques in his hand, reaching out to Cern. A pleading look on Baen’s face.

 

“Cern, please?” Baen begged. Holding out the golden circles to him.

 

Hardly believing his eyes Cern resheathed his dagger and took the torques from Baen.

 

“You know what this means? To wear my torques? To be mine?” Cern asked in a harsh tone.

 

Baen looked up and said the most reverant,”Yes,” Cern had ever heard.

 

“Stand.” Cern said.

 

Baen stood. 

 

“Strip.”

 

Baen removed the soft breeches. His cock popping out and slapping against his stomach.

Cern licked his rosy lips at the sight of the strong, naked man before him. He slid the large torque around Baen’s neck. The gold glinting in the firelight. He trailed his hand down Baen’s neck, his chest, his muscled stomach, to his hard cock. He went lower and gathered Baen’s sack in his hand. Drawing it up and grasping Baen’s cock as well. All the while he looked in Baen’s eyes. Not once did Baen flinch. His eyes only darkened with lust. 

 

When Cern held up the smaller torque between them, Baen gasped out, “Yes, please.”

 

Cern grinned and trailed the cold metal down Baen’s chest until he reached Baen’s cock and balls. He slowly circled his package then placed the torque around Baen’s privates.

Baen groaned as he was caged by the cold metal ring and it felt so right. He couldn’t help himself. He dropped to his knees and nuzzled his face into Cern’s leather covered crotch. 

 

“Please,” he whimpered out.

 

Cern carressed Baen’s cheek and when Baen opened his eyes to look at him Cern saw the want and need in Baen’s eyes.

 

    “What do you want?” Cern asked the willing man at his feet.

 

Baen licked his lips and said,”I..I want to taste you. I want to give you the same pleasure you have given me.”

 

    “Mmm, yes,” Cern said as he removed his linen shirt and opened his pants.

 

When Cern’s cock popped free, Baen licked his lips and asked in a reverant tone,”May I, please?”

 

Cern smiled and said, “Yes.”

 

Baen swallowed him down to his root and Cern moaned. Then Baen slowly pulled off, looking up at Cern the whole time. Baen used his tongue to lick at the head while still in his mouth. Swirling his wicked tongue around the mushroom tip. Then he sucked Cern down again. This time to the root. Seeing how much he could swallow. When Cern’s large cock hit the back of Baen’s throat he gagged a bit.  Slowly Baen pulled off the engorged cock of his god he worshiped. Baen looked into Cern’s eyes the whole time, making sure he was bringing him pleasure. Cern just looked down at his willing treasure with a lusty smirk. Baen began sucking Cern’s cock in earnest. Sucking the firm member in and out of his hot, wet mouth. Looking deep into Cern’s eyes the whole time. The look of determination on Baen’s face almost made Cern laugh. His treasure so obviously wanted to bring him pleasure. How could he explain that his simple willingness to remain by his side brought Cern the most pleasure he has had in centuries.

 

Baen moved his hands from Cern’s powerful thighs to hold the base of the cock he was sucking and fondle the soft sac below it. He wanted to see Cern peak. He wanted to see the look of pleasure on his face as Baen brought him to climax.

 

Cern sensed this and gently pulled Baen off his cock and to his feet.

 

    Baen murmured, “Cern, please.”

 

    “Shhh, I will find my pleasure with you my prize. We will do it together,” Cern stated as he guided Baen to the bed and laid him down on his back.

 

Baen watched as the powerful man before him removed his remaining clothes. His strong, muscular figure glowing in the firelight. His cock at full attention against his stomach, beads of pre-cum sliding down the tip. Baen licked his lips at the rememberance of the musky taste of Cern’s glorious cock. Cern placed a jar of slick by the bed and smirked at his treasure’s lusty look.

    “Like what you see, Ionmhas?” Cern couldn’t help but slip into the Scots Gaelic tongue as he teased his prize. Baen could only nod his head in answer as the powerful figure of Cern positioned himself between Baen’s legs.

 

“Spread your legs wider,” Cern instructed as he admired Baen’s banded package. His golden torque throttled Baen’s cock and balls so well. The cock was bright red and as stiff as steel. The sac below it was tight and pulsing. Cern looked into Baen’s eyes as he spread the ripe cheeks before him. Baen gasped at the feel of an oiled finger against his furled hole. Then he moaned as the slick finger easily slid into his pucker.

 

Cern smiled at Baen’s moan and slowly pressed his finger in. Cern paused for a moment reveling in the warm clench around his finger. He turned his finger slowly seeking out that special bundle of nerves that would have his Baen crying out.

 

    “Yes!” Baen cried as Cern’s finger found it.

 

Cern hummed an affirmation and slowly began thrusting his finger into his waiting mate. He enjoyed the sight of his finger disappearing into the waiting hole. Soon he added another finger that had Baen moaning out, “More.”

 

Cern could only chuckle at how demanding his partner was. But Cern would not be rushed. Baen was here of his own volition and he was going to make sure Baen never wanted to leave him. Cern again found the bundle of nerves with his two fingers and stroked it relentlessly. He rang cry after cry out of Baen until he sensed he was going to cum. Then he stopped. Baen whimpered brokenly, begging for him to continue. But Cern shook his head and removed his fingers from the pulsating hole.

 

Cern chuckled as he looked down at his treasure. He was panting hard and writhing in almost pleasure. His cock red and leaking against his stomach. Cern had to trap Baen’s wrists above his head to prevent him from touching his weeping cock.

 

“Tell me what you want,” Cern commanded.

 

Baen begged,”You, Cern. I want you. And your cock. And your fingers. Please.”

 

Cern smiled down at his lust drunk partner. His eyes were slightly glazed and he was whimpering quietly. Cern returned his two fingers to the waiting pucker. Baen arched his back with a cry as Cern scissored his fingers to widen Baen’s hole. He wanted Baen badly but he also wanted to make his prize ready. When Baen was stretched to Cern’s satisfaction, Cern oiled up his own cock and pressed the head to Baen’s twitching entrance.

 

    “Ionmhas, do you want me?” Cern asks as he gazes into Baen’s eyes.

 

    “Please, Cern,” Baen begs as he can feel Cern’s broad cock head pushing at his entrance.

 

    “Answer me. Do you want me?” Cern asks his voice full of command.

 

Baen’s eyes clear and he peers into Cern’s meadow green eyes. Baen affirms,”Yes, Cern I want you. I want you to find your pleasure in my body. I want to bring you as much pleasure as I can.”

 

Cern smiles and enters Baen with a firm stroke.

 

“Oh, fuck, Cern. Yes!” Baen cries out.

 

When Cern bottomed out in Baen, his balls pressing against Baen’s ass, Cern stopped and gazed into Baen’s eyes again.

 

“Please,” Baen begs.

 

“Please, what?” Cern asked in a teasing tone as he ground his hips into Baen.

 

“M, more,” Baen pleaded.

 

“More what?” Cern asked as if he wasn’t taunting his prize with short, micro thrusts into his hole.

 

“More cock, more you. Fuck me please,” Baen cried out as Cern thrust into him with each word he said.

 

Cern placed Baen’s legs over his shoulders so he could get the right angle to strike that bundle of nerves in Baen that had him crying out with every thrust. He looked down at Baen as he fucked into him. His face was a study in ecstasy, his muscles bunched, his cock weeped. This powerful warrior was beneath him, being pleasured by him, taking all he had to give and bringing him pleasure in turn. Cern reveled in the sounds he could make Baen utter by thrusting into him slow or fast, deep or shallow. 

 

Cern felt his own orgasm building and leaned down to capture Baen’s lips in their first kiss. Cern swallowed Baen’s gasp of surprise but was delighted to see Baen’s excitement. He could hold back no longer.

 

Cern grabs onto Baen’s hips in a tight grip and slams into his slick hole. The sound of slapping skin and breathy cries bounce off the stone walls of the cottage. Cern grunted as he bucked into his Baen. Into the tight hole that was gripping his cock, milking it. He set a punishing pace as he thrust over and over into his treasure. His buttocks clenching and his chest heaving as the reviving energy of his prize flowed in between them. 

 

Cern could feel it. The pull of impending release, the build up of stored frustration ready to break, and the warm, heady feeling of life returning. Cern roared as his release finally broke. His hips a blur of motion as he pounded into Baen.

 

Baen cried out, “Yes, Cern, yours, yours forever,” as he clenched down on the huge, pulsing cock in his ass and came.

 

Baen’s cock spurted streams of white all over the couple. On their stomachs, chests and even getting some on the deerskin bedclothes covering the bed. They collapse in a tangle of limbs, sated, panting, fulfilled.

 

A bright warmth falls over them both. Unbeknownst to them they were being watched. Their combined orgasm was so loud and strong it shocked the old woman watching them. She dropped her wooden staff too entranced by the beautiful sight before her to notice the staff rolling under a Gorse bush that is twined with Holly. 

 

She muttered,”So the old stag still has it,” as she turned and melted into a stone. 

Winter was over.

 

Copyright Savannah McTavish Publishing 

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