Col and Andri: The Vanna Stallions

Layover in Redstone

Morning came, and Col still lay in bed. Many things occupied his mind: his friend Jorge the hunter might be an assassin.  He wondered when he and Andri would reach the Spring Gathering of his Wanderer people, which was only mere days away. He considered which stallions they might obtain for their breeding program. Already, his father, Kyan, was on the lookout for him. He also thought about his lover, Andri, who had previously been captured by their hosts, the Deieros warriors, and how that would affect his lover emotionally.

“Are you getting up?” Andri asked him as he brought over a cup of cha.

Col took the cup and answered, “I will shortly. Where’s Geraint?”

“Oh, he got up early and is off doing something mysterious. Says it will be a surprise.”

Col smiled as he pictured the old Warrior up to some deviousness. “Doubtless, we will find out soon. Meanwhile, give me a little more time. Thinking is hard work. And don’t give me a smart answer,” Col added. “I can see you about to say it!”

A knocking at their door alerted them, and Andri answered it. It opened to reveal a boy of perhaps thirteen turns old, with bright red hair that was long on the top and back but shaved at the sides in the style of some Deieros warriors. He was a comely lad with intelligent green eyes and a friendly expression.

“Wait! I know you!” said Andri in surprise. “Aren’t you Arton, the boy who helped Brynnan and me escape from here a few turns past?”

The boy smiled. “That’s right. I’m happy to see you alive and well. I wondered—”

“What brings you, Arton?” asked Col.

“My master, Strategos Arcturus, wants to see Andri as soon as possible. He is in the Great Hall with some of his men.”

“So you serve Arcturus as his page?” Col asked, his curiosity engaged.

“He and his erômenos, Asirin, mentor me. I hope to be Chosen soon,” Arton replied and blushed.

“You are still young, lad,” observed Andri, even as he admired the boy.

“But I can be accepted into the Brotherhood and physically initiated later, “Arcturus tells me. I am hoping Asirin will take me. He is brave, wise and kind,” Arton said eagerly.

“I hope it works out well for you,” Andri wished him as he reached for his cloak.

“Wait a moment, ves’tacha!” Col said. “Are you sure you want to go to see Arcturus alone? I can accompany you.”

“No, Col. I can manage this. How can I be less brave than Arton? Brynnan and I owed our escape him and his friends from the stables back when I was a prisoner.”

“It was exciting!” Arton exclaimed.

“Very well, dear heart, but call on Geraint or me if you are in need,” replied Col. “I’ll just stay here and finish my thoughts.”

When Andri and Arton had gone, Col closed his eyes as he had been taught, breathed in deeply several times, then released all his breath in one long sigh. As he did so, he felt an emptying of himself, an almost physical displacement which made him unaware of his surroundings. He was in the immaterial force that surrounded all things.

‘Grandmother Eleni, Puri Dai Eleni, I am here, and I would speak with you,’ he sent. The wait for an answer was of no consequence. Col was unaware of the passage of time.

‘Grandson, your sending is strong today. What is on your mind?’

‘I was hoping you could tell me . . .’ Col opened his mind to his grandmother, the Seer.

Eleni passed a thought to him. ‘A man who does not know his own mind walks blindfolded. I will consider the matter.’

Some indefinable moments later, Eleni sent her visions and words again.

‘You wonder why I did not see the hunter and the ones that seek his harm. He is no threat to you personally: put your mind at ease. But there will be an entanglement: I see Geraint, a colt and a stallion. He searches—and goes into danger that is still present. The Time-To-Be is in flux. You will be presented with a choice. It will tear at your heart, but you must stand firm.’

‘Will Andri be harmed?’ Col felt a disturbance around him and calmed his mind again.

Eleni sent her answer. ‘I did not say that. But, yes, he is involved. Although, he has protection.’ 

‘Grandmother, we are close. Send me guidance to reach our Gathering place.’

Immediately, images filled Col’s mind: crossing the river’s ford, taking the main trail, then branching off it. Coming to the open hills, following a valley to another river, and arriving at the Spring Gathering. Groups of wagons, smoke from fires and horses . . .

The flood of images must have tired Eleni, for the contact faded. Col, becoming fully aware, was not worried for her. It often happened this way—she would give him just enough information to tease his curiosity, then leave him drifting. He had a suspicion that it was deliberation on Eleni’s part. It certainly made him extend his mind to reason things out for himself.

He swung himself out of bed and stretched, flexing his muscles. At that moment, the door opened, and Geraint entered. He paused, and his eyes drank in Col’s naked body.

“You look good enough to eat, my lad,” he said, his eyes gleaming.

“Then eat me,” Col replied suggestively.

Geraint promptly sank to his knees in front of the young Wanderer, whose dusky cock hung down, half-hard and swelling in anticipation. The old Warrior grasped Col’s ass-cheeks and drew him forward, compelling the cock into his mouth. He let it rest while lightly sucking the head, then released it. But he moved in again, this time licking the stiffening phallus, sliding his tongue up the shaft from the root to the tip, which glistened with pre-cum. Geraint tasted it, and Col groaned.

“Stop teasing me, man, and take it in your mouth . . .”

But Geraint paused, grasping the cock in one hand. “But where is our Andri?”

“A young lad called Arton took him to see Arcturus. Andri insisted on going alone. I don’t want to smother him.”

“Wise,” answered the old Warrior. “He will be some time, I expect. I won’t wait for him to join in. Besides, my surprise for you both is about ready. Now—where was I?”

“About to put my karbaro in your mouth!”

This time, Geraint took the fully hard cock and sucked deeply on it, swallowing it to its root. Col closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the sensations. His roving hands stroked the old Warrior’s cropped grey head. Geraint did not believe in giving an enemy a handhold, but Col wished the hair was long and he could wind his hands in it.

Geraint’s throat muscles were working, causing waves of pleasure to ripple up Col’s hard meat. “I’ll fill your throat, old man,” Col threatened.

Geraint changed the motion of his mouth and tongue, sliding up and down on Col’s penis, nearly withdrawing each time, then plunging back down. His hand cupped the young Wanderer’s balls, massaging and squeezing them in time to his sucking. Then his other hand slid saliva-moistened fingers into the Col’s ass to reach the prostate.

Col abruptly came, shooting wads of cum into Geraints hot mouth. The old Warrior swallowed it all before gently licking off the now-sensitive head. Col shuddered, bending over and embracing Geraint’s shoulder before the Warrior stood to claim Col’s mouth in a cum-tasting kiss.

“Calling me an old man demands payback. Get on your knees, Col, my lad!”

“Then can I insult you more?” replied Col mischievously, “and maybe get to fist your ass, or have you fuck me?”

“Speaking of fisting, that will be a topic for later. Now, learn to thank me, as Brynnan used to do.”

Col was aware of their friend Brynnan’s habit of “thanking” the old Warrior each morning. At first, he had been ordered to suck Geraint’s cock by the Warlord who had mastered him, but later it became an activity between Geraint and the Bard that bonded them. So it was with gratitude for the opportunity that Col now sank to his knees as Geraint opened his breeches to reveal his massive cock and his pendulous, hairy balls. The old Warrior was a bear of a man, and Col loved being mauled by him.

He was in the middle of servicing his friend when Andri returned, escorted by Arton. Andri promptly clapped his hands over Arton’s eyes and turned him about to push him out the door. As it closed, they heard Arton giggle.

Col had temporarily stopped sucking but was now urged to continue by Geraint. He did so as Andri seated himself on the bed to watch. Geraint, who could have drawn a cocksucking to continue all day, had mercy on Col and allowed his arousal to bring him to orgasm. Andri, watching, felt the bulge in his breeches as his cock responded, but he did not act. Col and Geraint exchanged kisses before approaching Andri, embracing and kissing him.

Drawing back, Geraint asked Andri, “And how did your meeting with our Strategos Arcturus go? Col and I thought of running down to rescue you, but we got distracted, as you saw.”

*    *    *

Andri, led by Arton, had walked into the Great Hall and saw Arcturus seated at the high table with four other men, including his erômenos Asirin. The Strategos beckoned him over.

Andri looked around the hall, and memories flooded his mind. There was the long gallery at one side of the hall, with stairs at either end. The gallery’s porticos had windows overlooking the central courtyard outside. Brynnan and he had escaped their captivity under the previous Holder of Redstone through a gallery window, lowering themselves to the yard. And there, at the stone pillar beside the high table, was where he and Brynnan had sung the Shadow songs that had lulled the court to sleep. But now, Arcturus was bidding him to be seated. He was another Lord who once sought to capture Andri as a lover and partner for one of his warriors.

“Lord Arcturus, you requested my presence, and I am here,” Andri said with a bow of courtesy.

“Be easy, Andri. No one seeks to harm you here—in fact, it is the service you rendered Kyros and, indeed, the entire Brotherhood of which I would speak.”

He paused while Arton poured wine for all at the table before he kissed his master’s hand and left the hall.

“The gift of your body, freely given, enabled Kyros to embrace life again and go on to become Strategos of his own Band at Torrent Mountain. Initially, while you were with us at the camp on the High Plains, we treated you poorly, seeking to force you into becoming an erômenos. I will not say more of it lest I stir unwanted memories. But now that you are here, Asirin and I wish to make it up to you.”

Arcturus paused to open a carved wooden box before him. He took out an object and held it in his open hand.

Andri peered closely at it to see it was a cloak pin in the shape of a ring formed by two wrestling lions. The tail of one extended across the middle to create a bar, and a long, sharp amber-headed pin hooked through it so it could be attached to a cloak. The workmanship was exquisite. Andri had seen similar ones on the mantles of other members of the Deieros.

“I bid you wear this—if it will not conflict with your standing as a bard. It’s more than a useful adornment: it is our symbol. It means one is of our company, and we will respond if you need help.”

Andri noted that Arcturus did not add that it would also keep him from being molested by the Brotherhood in future encounters. He appreciated the irony. However, he had learned the protocols that such a situation demanded and accepted graciously.

“I thank you for this honour you accord me, Strategos Arcturus,” he said simply.

Andri stood as Arcturus stepped up and pinned the brooch on his cloak. Then he accepted the kiss that accompanied it. The young bard thought he would feel revulsion due to his previous antipathy, but to his surprise, the kiss strangely stirred him.

Arcturus looked for a long moment into Andri’s blue-grey eyes. “I hear from Geraint that you are partnered with the young horse warrior named Col. May you both grow in courage and trust.” He released his grip on Andri’s shoulders, then continued, “This symbolic ornament incurs no debt. In our society, it’s a way to honour a friendship when given freely, as you did with Kyros. Remember me to Geraint and your lover, Col.”

*    *    *

“It was a strange encounter,” Andri said as he finished recounting his experience. “I am still not sure why Arcturus insisted on giving this cloak ornament to me. It’s not as if we will be encountering more of the Deieros on our journey.”

Geraint thoughtfully replied, “You never know how circumstances will turn out—unless you are a Seer!” He turned to Col, who had been unusually silent. “Is there anything we should know about?”

“As King Arawn would say, Seers follow the threads of probability, of what is most likely to occur. The process is all beyond my poor mind. But yes, there is something you should know. While you both were absent, I called my grandmother, Eleni. She did not reveal much except that we shall face challenges. But that’s just part of life, anyway. Then I asked her if you, Andri, would be safe on our journey, and she replied that you are protected. It could refer to Arcturus’ gift to you, meaning we may meet the Brotherhood again.”

Andri said, “Yes, but it could also refer to something else . . .”

“What’s on your mind?” asked Geraint.

“I was thinking of a certain Shadow Lord,” admitted Andri.

“Well, things seem to be full of portents, what with Shadow Lords, Assassins, Deieros warriors and vague prophecies. I just want to choose our stallions and enjoy time with my people,” sighed Col. “But they will make you very welcome, Andri.”

“I certainly hope so. I thought the Wanderers placed a big emphasis on family and children. We are two males who have bonded: how does that fit in with having a family? Will they accept us?”

“Now I do have a strong premonition about that, ves’tacha. Something is brewing that I haven’t fully comprehended yet, but it feels hopeful.”

“Things will work out,” said Geraint. “We will make it so, or may the hairs disappear from my furry butt! Now, stop moping about. Come and see Shade’s colt—he’s magnificent. After that, I will introduce you to my surprise. It will be a gift from me to you.”

“Ah!” said Andri. “I was wondering when we would get to that. I’m looking forward to it.”

*    *    *

When they reached the stables, they saw some boys working among the horse stalls, but to Andri’s surprise, they also encountered Keven and Gethen. Both men seemed very cheerful.

“Something’s putting a smile on your faces, or am I assuming too much?” Col greeted them.

“I’m happy because Gethen doesn’t have to stand watch while we are here, and he and I can spend more time together,” Keven explained.

For his part, the normally taciturn and fierce Gethen flushed like a boy. “Keven,” he growled, “Does everybody have to know?”

“You mean Geraint here? Don’t be too shy to ask him to teach us. Col speaks very highly of him. You weren’t shy when Col taught me about preparing myself for ass fucking,” said Keven, deliberately baiting his new lover.

Before Gethen could grow more discomfited, Geraint stepped in to smooth feathers. “I am just an old Warrior with experience in the arts of war and sex. But even I learned new things in the past two Turns. I journeyed to a place where those I encountered had cocks as big as horse boners. I learned new ways to be fucked and to fuck in turn. As a matter of fact, I will be introducing Andri and Col to some things this evening after we have seen the colt. You are welcome to come to watch and learn if you’d like.”

Despite himself, Gethen betrayed his interest, and Keven was unabashedly eager. “Count us in if Col and Andri don’t mind!” he replied.

They saddled their horses, with Geraint riding one of Col’s spare mounts, to ride out to the grazing pastures. Geraint’s own horse, Shade, was already out in the field with her colt. Gethen and Keven accompanied them; Keven because he wanted to meet Shade’s unusual offspring.

They turned up the road from the Holding, ascending above it to where a well-trodden trail branched into the forest. After a relatively short ride, the track opened up into cleared pastures, where the horses of the Deieros were taken daily to graze. Andri’s horse, Kalo, seemed to recognize her old home and whinnied.

A couple of the Deieros on duty swiftly approached to challenge them, but on seeing Geraint, they relaxed. When they noticed the brooch on Andri’s cloak, they looked startled and treated him with marked deference. As the guards rode away, Col remarked, “See? The protection is working for you already.”

“Look over there!” exclaimed Keven, pointing.

Among the herd, a small group of colts bickered and chased each other. Some were nearly grown. One stood out: a magnificent colt with blue-roan patches, a black-to-silver shaded mane and tail and white, feathered hooves: Shade’s half-Vanna colt. His mane and tail would increase in length and thickness as he matured, but he was already a joy to watch. He reared up against another colt in a mock battle before breaking away and chasing a young male who was part of their bachelor group.

“Well, he’s not antisocial with other horses, is he?” remarked Col, even as he admired the beast’s solid lines and fluid, graceful movement. “What have you named him, Geraint?”

Geraint looked slightly embarrassed. “I was never good at fancy names. I just call him ‘Rain.’ It’s a plain sound that a horse can identify.”

“Rain: ‘Brishind’ is one of the words for it in my people’s tongue,” said Col. “Well, his coat is the colour of rainy clouds, and his feathery hooves are like mist.”

“’ Brishind’—I like that,” Geraint said. He called the horse with a loud, strong whistle using two fingers at his mouth. The colt stopped his play, pricked up his ears and looked in Geraint’s direction. Then he cantered towards them, neck arched and tail held high, showing his youthful power and pride.

Col grunted approvingly. “He’s obedient to your call, as he should be!”

The colt closed with them, trotting fearlessly up to Geraint, where he shook his mane and snorted loudly. Geraint had dismounted, and Col joined him, pleased to find the curious colt examining him. Col slowly reached up and scratched the horse’s neck under the mane. He was rewarded by the colt nibbling his sleeve.

“He’s grooming me back!” grinned Col. “Geraint, are you bringing him with us to the Gathering? But of course you are! I’d love to have time to train him a little—I can see he is intelligent and bold.”

Geraint made much of the colt, and there was obviously a bond between them. “He’s learned much of his confidence from his dam, Shade, but the rest is just his character. I want him obedient, but I need him to maintain his spirit. Although,” he added, “he can be a little too trusting at times.”

“Judgement has to be learned from experience—in a horse as well as in a man,” pronounced Col, and Geraint smiled at him, remembering the boy he had so recently been. Now Col was well on the path to manhood.

Geraint’s horse, Shade, chose to join them. She was the old Warrior’s horse and longtime companion and had now developed a more laconic disposition. Geraint fed her treats he had secretly brought.

They spent another hand of the sun with the horses until Geraint announced they should return.

“We have things to do,” he said.

*    *    *

Geraint led Andri and Col to a chamber. The two young men had spent a lengthy and uncomfortable period in a thorough clean-out, which Geraint had insisted upon. As they entered the room, Col saw that it was furnished with a sling chair, table, couch and a bench. Bowls and buckets of water sat beside the bench, and lubricant, a coil of silk rope, and towels lay on the table next to the sling.

“Fisting?” queried Andri. “But we know how to do that. Geraint, you did it to me when we stayed at ArMor-ys and then when we gathered at Shahin’s party in Narib.”

The three stripped and sat on the couch next to each other. “Hush, and open your minds. Your expectations will not save you! This will be a little different. When I was captured by the gods in Aegir’s otherworld realm, I had to take in their gigantic cocks, and also give pleasure to King Snaer, Lord of Snow and Ice, who chose me as his teacher. Now, I will warm you two up before I put Andri in the sling.”

They kissed and stroked each other until Geraint knelt and sucked the two young men’s cocks until they were erect. Before they could be overly aroused, he stopped and led Andri to the bench. Taking the silk rope, he bound his arms to his chest with decorative knots. Col helped Andri lie back in the sling. Geraint raised the young bard’s legs and fastened them on either side of the suspension chains supporting the front.

“Col will start by fucking you, Andri, but I will take over for the first part of the fisting, and then Col to finish. Don’t worry: I will guide your movements,” he added to Col.

Col leaned over his lover and kissed him deeply before moving down to rim his ass. He then put lubricant on his hand and his cock, and drizzled some on Andri’s exposed rectum. His cock, now stiff and erect, pushed against the slicked opening until it was inside. Breathing a deep sigh, Col started fucking him, thrusting his cock in and out as Andri readily accepted it.

At this point, Keven and Gethen arrived. Geraint indicated them to the couch, motioning silence with a finger to his lips. Col, after a quick glance, continued fucking his lover.

After a while, before either partner could cum, Geraint interrupted them. “That’s enough, Col. I want you both aroused for this next part.”

The old Warrior took Col’s position, his hairy body between Andri’s thighs. Geraint’s thick and long cock, with its broad mushroom head, stood proudly erect. Using extra lubricant, he greased it and pushed into Andri, who moaned as Geraint’s powerful thrusts impacted his rectal passage. Then Geraint withdrew. “I think you are well warmed up now,” he said.

Geraint applied copious amounts of lubricant to his hand, wrist and arm and started introducing his coned fingers, working his way until his fist was sunk into Andri’s ass. Andri breathed deeply and took the hand willingly. His deep bond with the old Warrior allowed him to accept the invasion with total trust. The fist and arm sunk in deeper. Geraint kept his movements slow while gently rotating the arm.

“Can you feel me going deeper inside you? Open up all your senses. Know where you are and who is doing this to you.”

“Oh, keep going!” gasped Andri, unable to articulate more.

“No, now it’s Col’s turn to take over.” He turned to the young Horsemaster. “Don’t be afraid to use lots of lubricant on his ass and on your arm.”

“How will I know if I go too deep? Will I hurt him?” Col questioned.

“There’s a couple of bends, then a straight section, and finally a sharp turn. You will know when you reach the turn. Don’t try to go beyond it. Now take your time and go slow.”

Col, carefully observing Geraint’s instructions, applied his own fist. As his arm began to be engulfed in Andri’s body, he said, “I am going deep in you, ves’tacha. Tut kamav—I love you, and I want you to feel my love in a very real sense.”

“You know I’m yours, lover. I trust you with all my heart,” Andri replied.

“Speaking of hearts, my hand can feel yours beating. It’s like holding your soul,” Col murmured. Then he gently turned his hand, sliding backward and thrusting forward again. “I’m fucking you with my fist!” he said, wonderingly. “I am so deep in you.”

Andri felt overwhelmed, and his eyes began to leak tears of emotion. Meanwhile, Geraint moved up to kiss Andri. “Let go, my lad. You are safe. You are loved.”

“I think I’m going to cum . . .Oh! oh, it’s cumming,” Andri cried out, shuddering as his cock pulsed and jetted out pearly cum over his chest and stomach.

“That’s it, cum for me, ves’tacha, as I will soon cum for you. I’m going to withdraw now.”

Geraint watched closely, but Col was instinctively gentle. He finally withdrew his hand and leaned in to kiss and caress his lover. Geraint let them rest for a while before releasing Andri from the ropes and the sling. He helped him to the couch, where he was seated between a now-naked Keven and Gethen.

“That looks awesome,” said Keven, stroking his cock. “But I think Gethen and I are far from achieving that. If we get the chance, Geraint, will you show us sometime?”

“I am always happy to pass on my knowledge,” the old Warrior replied with a smirk.

Then it was Col’s turn in the sling. Geraint did not bind his hands, knowing how restraints made Col nervous, but he spread his legs apart and lightly fastened his ankles. Other than that, he and Andri repeated the previous actions now on Col’s body.

When Geraint’s arm was deep in the young Horsemaster, Col remarked, “Now I know what a pregnant mare feels like when she’s examined!”

“Col, you’re incorrigible,” said Andri, trying not to laugh.

But Col succumbed to Geraint’s magic and lay gasping in lust until Andri took over. Not having Col’s expertise in horses, Andri kept his advance very slow and gentle until Col murmured, “You can fuck me with your arm now. I won’t break. Please, ves’tacha, do me now.”

Andri complied and soon found himself pumping his fist into his lover, with his arm buried inside him. “I can feel your heart now. It’s so amazing!”

“Yes. Fuck me until I cum; I’m very close now,” Col said.

It was not long until Col cried out and shot his cum in an arc over his chest. When Andri had withdrawn his fist, he leaned in and licked the cum from his lover’s body, pausing at Col’s mouth to share a cum-blessed kiss.

Geraint washed and towelled both young men before directing him to the couch. He called Keven and Geth to the sling chair.

“While you are here, you might try fucking each other’s asses in the sling. It’s an experience where the one being fucked can relax and let go.”

So it was that as Col, Andri and Geraint recovered, they watched the now uninhibited couple of groom and guard fucking each other. Both Keven and Gethen, highly aroused by the fisting, revelled in the chance to release the tension from their throbbing cocks.

When they had finished, they embraced and shared kisses before Geraint said, “It’s time for me to take my two young friends back to our room. I’d advise you two also to get some rest. We are leaving tomorrow, and Col knows our route.”

Keven volunteered to tidy and clean the room, leaving the others free to retire.

Back in their chamber, Geraint said, “We’ll wash off our bodies in the morning. I’m too tired just now; besides, I like the smell of cum on you both.”

Andri replied, “But I know who didn’t cum: you. Let’s get in bed, and I’ll remedy that.”

 Andri did his best as Col curled up with Geraint. The young bard’s sucking had Geraint at the pitch of excitement when Andri simply stopped.

“Andri?” said Geraint, puzzled, “you can keep sucking. I’m about to cum.”

Then he heard Col laughing softly. “I’m afraid Andri can’t continue. He’s fallen asleep. I think your teaching was too much for him tonight.”

“Then don’t disturb him, let him lie there over my cock, and you and I will curl up and follow his example.”

Geraint kissed Col goodnight.

*    *    *

To be continued . . .