Actions of Man on Covert Mission

Free From Bondage, Tied to Fate

Old rusty locks can be opened with a paper-thin but hard object. Pressed in between door and frame, the object can press a spring-loaded bolt back just a bit into the door, as if the key had been used, then it is a matter of lightly pressing against the door — not too hard, because then the delicate position of the spring-loaded bolt is lost. Knowledge, a precise object and delicate force are the ingredients.

It so happened, Marco had them all. The reliable saint, printed on the holy card, bound to a tree and pierced with arrows, could prove useful as Saint Sebastian had so many times before — this time not only in spirit. The card was kept inside a sturdy, transparent plastic. The plan for the escape was taking shape.

The door to the prison swung open and a barely conscious and naked Gany was thrown into the cell. The guards were leering, clearly satisfied with what they had taken from the precious sweet prince. They closed the cell door, locked it, and walked away to boast in the crudest fashion about the nectar and joy they had extracted from Gany. Soon enough though they would fall asleep from exhaustion.

Marco held Gany tenderly and began to wipe his body with soothing and cleansing water. He had to eliminate from this man the unpleasant goo of weak and ugly men, and Gany’s pain and exhaustion required treatment. “Stay with me, dear prince… I will free you, just wait a bit longer”, Marco whispered as Gany groaned, half-conscious.

About two hours later the village was asleep. The loud snoring of the ogre communicated it was time to act. Marco expertly used his holy card of Saint Sebastian to unlock the door and pressed it open. No other locked doors were between them and the street. Gany had recovered some, but not enough to walk. Marco lifted the prince off the floor, and placed the muscular and lean body over his shoulders, like a shepherd that carried a wounded sheep. 

Outside men were sleeping, snoring and farting, and a decent number were badly hurt from the earlier fights over who would get to penetrate and play. Marco carried Gany outside and moved along the walls of the square. He looked around and tried to discern the direction of the escape. But impossible. A labyrinth of plain stone houses and a flat and uninteresting horizon meant it was not possible to be tactically optimal and the risk of getting lost was high.

Marco felt a breeze, a faint but steady flow of air touched his exposed skin. It was nighttime and the arid rock had cooled. A land breeze therefore appeared, which blew air from land, through this undifferentiated mass of uncreative buildings, towards the warmer ocean surface. So, Marco reasoned, he would follow the breeze and that flow would lead him to the ocean. It might not lead directly to the village on the hill, but at least it takes us to the nearest coast where navigation is easier and fresh food can be found, Marco concluded, and thus he started his careful running with Gany secured on the shoulders.

It was an arduous journey. The rock was uneven and at places sharp, the body resting on the shoulders added weight, and Marco’s body was still bruised from the beating and the heel hurt from the damage caused by the bullet. A combination of courage, refusal to accept defeat, raw physical strength and a sense of profound duty to protect and defend, fuelled the effort and the faint but steady flux of air guided it. Just minutes before sunrise, Marco once more saw the ocean, breathed fresh air, and felt the comfort that comes from gazing upon a sky changing into a rosy hue, like a proud and bashful boy blushing after a mighty accomplishment.

Gany was moaning slightly as Marco placed him on a bed of leaves, and rinsed his body with fresh water from a nearby brook. Marco rubbed the pretty skin. He started at the feet with toes wiggling, he moved up along firm thighs on which small goosebumps appeared from the cold water. At the groin Marco gently parted the legs so he could wash, and massage scrotum, dick and the twitching hole. Marco lightly pinched the base of the penis and moved upwards, and he lightly rubbed the sensitive skin with two fingers. He reached the tip and gave it some extra attention. Gany moaned a bit more.

“Gany, my dear boy, can you turn around and lean over so I can care for your backside?” Marco whispered. The prince followed the command and soon had his face pressed down against the leaves and the buttocks spread apart, ass aimed upwards.

Gany squirmed and resisted a little as he was washed. The young man was still very sensitive after all spanking and probing. However, instinctively his body felt the presence of a strong and honourable man, so Gany reflexively bent over even more, such that Marco’s care and attention were as unhindered as male anatomy allowed.

This was the insight Marco had arrived at: young men’s bodies are like independent conscious creatures, alive and sparkling with rebellion. They are wrong, those limp dick scientists, who think a person and the person’s consciousness are all a matter of the brain and the electrical potentials created in that three pounds of jiggly matter. Bodies in their entirety speak a language, and they are capable of relations and insights. And Gany’s body was one of the most natural examples he had ever encountered, a true bard of the body, Marco thought to himself as he washed the body until sleek and pretty. 

Marco resisted the temptation to turn the washing into a deep and sensual probing. Stay on mission, he thought, and with a Herculean effort stopped himself just short of inserting a finger deep into the perky ass to savour the welcoming warmth and exquisite grip.

They ate some pomegranate after the washing. Then Marco made sure he and Gany were well camouflaged. He held Gany in a protective spooning position. Just a few hours of rest and recovery before we will hike back along the coast to the village on the hill, Marco decided.

Sometime around noon they woke up. The warm touch had helped them both with their healing. It was not without reluctance that Marco removed his arms from around Gany’s naked torso, but they had to keep going. Their bodies and spirits were ready to execute the last thrust forward of the mission. 

Gany studied the coast, the varied hills in the distance and pointed in what direction along the coast to walk. Another four hours, then a short uphill path and the village in the hills will be there, fresh with citrus and comfort. The path was beyond the repugnant territory, so it should be no danger ahead, Gany said. He smiled, and began walking.

“Follow me, hero”, he said mischievously and wagged his naked butt a bit extra. It was like being on an invisible leash, with those glorious sun-kissed buttocks moving, waving, flexing up ahead. I love it, Marco thought, and despite a persistent ache from the many bruises on his body, he swiftly began his walk as directed by the beautiful ass. Like all divine creations, it was beautiful because it was unfixed, irregular, astir, uniquely expressive through its exertions, deviations, and the unmilled, almost raw, form it took in this world.

During the walk Gany began to quiz Marco about his past accomplishments. He was curious and seemed to know little about the world beyond the island.

“Our emissary to your world told stories about a big war a few years ago. Battles and deaths of horrible proportions. Did you do battle?”, Gany asked Marco.

“Yes I did. Many men did. Surely some from this island did too.”

“No, we fight different battles. So tell me, did you win? Were all men in your military as strong and brave as you? Or are you special?” Gany asked a steady stream of naive questions. Marco did his best to answer.

“Yes, in a sense we won. We lived to fight another day, as the saying goes. We ‘man up’ and do whatever small part fate has assigned. There were many strong and brave men adding their unique effort to the momentous task. I was mostly a spy behind enemy lines.”

“What does ‘man up’ mean?”

“You know, put in some honest effort, apply strength where needed, feel the heft of the balls, no whining, get the job done, be the rock, meet the challenge, square jaw and massive dick the hell out of it” answered Marco, as he quoted various affirming remarks men had told him before battle in order to raise the spirit, usually while they slapped, grabbed, hugged and sized up the bodies of fellow men.

“And here I thought it had something to do with thick dicks and letting their full powerful girth do good in the world”, Gany said while he overtly turned his gaze down to the lower edge of Marco’s chiton. Due to size mismatch, not to mention the last hour of watching Gany’s mesmerizing ass, a decent number of inches of Marco’s dick was not covered by any garment.

“Maybe our definitions are closer than they seem” Marco replied. That little cock-tease, that butt squeeze sex monster, Marco thought, and felt his sexual reflexes assert themselves again. He held back once more.

“So smart spies can tell what other persons are thinking, right? That’s part of the job?”

“It helps. Motives and beliefs of men, and their desires, determine a great deal.”

“Prove it. Tell me what I am thinking, what my motives are.” Gany stopped, looked at Marco, his tongue slightly protruding between the lips, his dick pointing out, slightly curved to the right, nipples stiff and his body twisting back and forth as if the boy was embarrassed by his nudity — of course an act motivated by a desire to tease the big man.

A slight gust of wind carried to Marco’s nostrils the fragrant aroma of Gany’s tanned and smooth body especially that of his exposed perky butt. The last bit of self-control was lost. Fuck, plow, ravage… 

Marco wrapped his arms around Gany, turned him around, pressed the young man’s backside against the chest. Marco leaned down and licked Gany’s left ear. “Cock teasing has consequences” he mumbled while rubbing his short beard against the tender skin.

Gany arched his back and pressed hard his naked ass back against Marco’s now fully erect penis. He wagged his tail and the two full and firm buttocks slapped Marco’s hard manhood between them. Gany teased, his entire being begged to be subject to manly command. 

Nothing short of being struck by lighting could hold back Marco. The temptation was overwhelming. He removed his chiton. With nothing but the crucifix around the neck and the ancient cock-ring strained around the base of his big dick and balls, Marco pressed his body against Gany hard, and directed his weight downward sun that the boy came face down on the ground, ass perked up. The boy was fixed in place. Marco began the licking and kissing, biting the neck, tickling the armpits. He moved his left hand between the legs and grabbed Gany cock and balls firmly. The boy was ready to be commanded.

Marco lifted Gany by the hips, pressed the prince’s legs further apart. The asshole was ready, and below it dangled balls and dick, firm, ready and loaded. Marco placed himself behind Gany, let the boy feel the tip of the dick against his sensitive ass. Marco grabbed a pretty little nipple and began teasing Gany, who at first tried to get away.

“Show me you submit. Don’t try to get away. I know what is right for you. Be a good boy.”

Gany moaned and squirmed a bit, but he submitted. He was an apex good boy. With his body he showed the man above he could take it, that he trusted Marco’s command.

Marco had had his eyes on this naked ass for a full day now. This was no ordinary ass. It was not of this world. It had to be played with, cared for, probed and fucked. Marco’s balls were aching, as his sensory organs demanded all the possible sensations that ass had to offer — take them right now, right here! 

The cock ring, by some fantastic design, made the dick feel even bigger and more commanding and animated and controlled by Marco’s spirit. A first finger, now a second one, I need to pry open this tight and playful creature, Marco thought as he guided himself closer and deeper. Sweet Gany, and his precious loving grip, will soon hug and squeeze my dick, touch my manhood, not just try to snap my fingers in half — good Lord he is squeezing hard — Marco thought as he finally decided Gany was as ready as a man ever can be for Marco’s girth and heft.

Marco’s dick moved in. The two men groaned briefly together. Marco guided the dick in a bit, then out a bit, then in a bit more, while he kept track of Gany’s moans and subtle expressions. Soon the sound of Marco’s balls slapping against Gany’s body signalled how close their bodies were. Marco leaned in closer to Gany, his left hand grabbed Gany’s dick that is swinging along with the pumping, his right hand fingers are inserted in between Gany’s pretty lips. The boy’s moans and yelps became slightly muffled as his mouth too was subjected to Marco’s penetrating reign.

Normally Marco could command his body well, and he would time his orgasm to a moment of his choosing (usually when the butt underneath had become so thoroughly stimulated a hands free orgasm was quaking throughout the body below). But with Gany it was different. Marco pulled out when he realized he was about to loose control. The cock ring had helped to keep Marco in control. 

Marco grabbed Gany and flipped him over on his back. Gany’s erect dick, his happy teasing smile, his firm belly and nipples faced Marco, who already was breaking a sweat.

“Am I a good boy?” Gany asked with a smirk. This boy, his body is a rebellious animal that is roaming free, it needs command, my command Marco thought. 

He had no time for words, though, only action. Marco grabbed Gany’s legs, pressed them up, placed his body on top of the boy who’s hips and hamstrings were firm, strong and flexible, enough so that Marco and Gany could come face to face. They kissed, licked and sucked.

Gany is again penetrated by the force pressing from above. The pumping and thrusting were faster and more fabulous. Marco accelerated, pressed on, the bodies slapped and ground together, a relationship was established. The teasing was over, Gany had been thoroughly conquered, the grip of his ass fully and lovingly surrendered to Marco’s commands.

Like the apple pulled to earth by gravity, a pair like Marco and Gany in this manly embrace must necessarily lead to a climactic collision. Gany’s ass began to convulse and twitch. The gripping sensation around the dick, the view of a man wriggling beneath him, were enough for Marco: he was milked and drained, Gany’s ass thoroughly extracting the precious juices.

Marco collapsed next to Gany. They embraced. Satisfaction, certainly. Was it happiness? Not sure.

“You can join our village. Lead the royal guard. Take command” Gany said after several minutes after which their heart rates finally reached normal levels. “Our village is of beauty and courage. You know the citizens and their attributes, my brothers would have cared for you, I know.” Gany was describing traditions and habits of love, how men could be truly men together in a heap of thrusting muscles, sharp intellect and competitive friendship. It was a tempting offer to become a commander, to be at Gany’s side for years to come among a community of men faced with an unambiguously ugly enemy. Defeating vicious tyranny in combat is a great aphrodisiac.

Marco felt the coolness of the cock ring and he touched his crucifix necklace. His eyes closed. The masculine spirit took off and drifted, though not to images of orgies after victories in glorious battles. Rather to the gentle embrace of home, and to visions of a sad face directed heavenward. Thoughts appeared: I wonder what home is like right now… I wonder what happened to him… is he ok, or is he miserable…. is he treated well by those who tries to enjoy his naked body… is Billy well?

Regardless, Marco thought, stop this daydreaming, there are matters at hand. As nice and seductive the warmth on the beach was, and the natural splendour he felt and tasted, Marco had that slightly uneasy sense in body and spirit that prudence demanded change.

“Gany, I must return. Return to my world. I have freed and invigorated you, as fate demanded, but now I must direct my path.”

“Why return? Is your world better? Are the men stronger and more honourable? Why return to a place where you are not wanted by those granted leadership? Is the path you are on in your world yours to direct?” Gany asked, pressing for answers, and pressing his trim body against Marco. Challenging and seductive remarks. The body and spirit of Gany, prince of this world, spoke with the confidence of truth.

“It is my world, my place, my fellow men. The world is flawed. Most people, to be honest, flawed farts as well. But there is a mission. I have a duty. And love. I know it is not a free path I chose, but for some reason I must walk it. I wish I could articulate it better — words are not my strength. You know, I have to man up, with dick, body and spirit.” 

“Help me do what I must”, Marco concluded.

Gany was silent. He was disappointed. The words had been spoken, though, and duty called.