Brynnan: An Evil in Siginak

The Path of Memories

Captain Belisarius, the Chief Administrator for the settlement of Siginak, wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by Brynnan Marec Mavrenn and Nijal Silverhand. He knew he would find out shortly as he stood, bathed and naked, in his chambers looking at the equally naked bodies of the two men. This would be his first time having sexual relations with another male.

He knew there was a price to pay: he would allow them to ‘deep-read’ his mind to show his innocence in a plot to kill them that had nearly succeeded. He wondered if they could read the truth.

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There was a bed in the chamber. It was not large, but Nijal decided it would do. There was also a couch, which could seat four, as it was meant for informal meetings. He directed the Captain to the divan.

“Brynnan, why don’t you do the starting honours?”

The Bard approached Belisarius, taking in his fit body and long cock. But before he could touch him, Belisarius spoke.

“Stand there a moment, please, Brynnan. I want to see you clearly. Rarely do I take the time to appreciate the male form, and both you and the Surgeon are handsome specimens.”

Belisarius spoke politely, but there was an authority in his voice; he was used to being obeyed.

‘Oblige him,’ Nijal sent to his friend’s mind. ‘It will be more productive if we set him at ease by giving him a measure of control.’

‘Agreed.’

‘Do you mind being the submissive in this session?’ Nijal queried.

‘I will put up with it. As long as I am not too submissive!’ Brynnan sent back. ‘He is not the Warlord: my Heart’s love, Samir.’ 

He caught a flash of amusement from Nijal, who teased him, ‘What about Tajinder?’ 

Brynnan did not deign to reply. He stood, resting easy, as Belisarius took in his cut, gymnast’s body: powerful without being bulky. Silky black body hair defined his torso, with a line running down his abs and loins to his semi-erect cock. His phallus was larger than average but not overly so, smooth and well-shaped.

He noted the Captain’s appreciative eyes on him. “May I approach now, Captain?” Brynnan said. His deference seemed to please the man.

“Come forward and be seated next to me. I want to explore your mouth before you and Nijal decide to do anything else.”

Brynnan smiled easily, projecting a non-threatening friendliness. It was quite a change from earlier that evening when he and Nijal had been on the streets, fighting for their lives. Driven by the necessity of survival, that gentleness of the Bard had been nowhere in evidence. Although basically a peaceful and compassionate man, he was also a veteran of his lover Samir’s campaigns, as well as having exercised a certain ruthlessness during the Invasion, when his homeworld was under threat, and he had become able to compartmentalize his emotional reactions. Thus he was totally present in the moment.

The Captain reached out and pulled Brynnan to him, even as Nijal seated himself on the man’s other side. Belisarius framed Brynnan’s face, bringing his mouth close. His kiss was not tentative or hesitant but performed with a careful deliberation as he tongued the Bard. Brynnan responded by opening his mouth to accept the kiss, reciprocating its growing intensity back at the man.

After several kisses, Belisarius turned to kiss Nijal, who had been stroking his body. The Guardian took the Captain’s forwardness in good part but did not let him dominate, as he had done with Brynnan.

The Bard observed Belisarius’ cock responding, slowly swelling to handsome proportions. As Nijal and the Captain kissed more deeply, Brynnan began to trail his mouth and tongue down the man’s body towards his loins. There was no objection.

Brynnan slowly slid to the floor on his knees and took the cock into his mouth, pausing to see what reaction he would receive. Evidently, a positive one, for Belisarius groaned and opened his legs wider to give the Bard more access. So far, so good.

For a time, there were no words, only moans and grunts of pleasure as the three men indulged themselves.

 Eventually, Belisarius said, “I have never sucked a man’s member either. I think I would like to try.”

“Try me,” said Nijal.

The Captain stroked the golden skin of Nijal’s cock, evincing a focused concentration on his task.

“So smooth to the touch,” he murmured, “and so hard!”

“I will be putting it in your rectal passage, your ass, soon. Try sucking it now. Do to me what felt good when Brynnan sucked you.”

Belisarius bent over Nijal’s thighs and took the cock in his mouth as he had experienced with Brynnan. Then he pulled back to say, “It tastes—good!” before resuming giving head to the Guardian.

Brynnan moved up on Nijal’s other side and started kissing him, spurred on by Belisarius’ actions. Meanwhile, Nijal took Brynnan’s cock in hand, jerking it off with slow, firm strokes that had the Bard grunting in frustration.

‘Do it faster, my lover,’ he sent to Nijal.

‘Patience! Aren’t you supposed to be submissive?’

‘Alright. Please, Nijal, Master of Masters, stroke my cock faster.’

Nijal smiled. ‘I’ll do you one better!’

Pausing, he instructed  Belisarius. “You do it well, but I am going to suck my friend’s cock now until he cums—he ejaculates—and I want you to learn the taste of his semen. Then I am going to penetrate your ass. This is where I will be able to deep-read you. Neither the deep-reading nor the sex is painful; well, fucking can be if you aren’t used to taking it or don’t use a lubricant. But I’ll go slowly. We’re in no hurry. Then, Brynnan will fuck you also in order to deep-read you. The deep-reading process should not be difficult; unless some startling revelation comes to the fore, but we can deal with that as we come to it. Do you have any questions, Captain?”

“What happens if you uncover a revelation I did not realize was significant?”

“You mean, will I think you have been withholding information? Nothing will happen. At this point, it’s also important to Brynnan and me that your first same-sex encounter is good for you. Watch while I suck him, and be ready to taste his cum.”

The Captain must have been heartened by Nijal’s thoughtfulness because, as he began to suck Brynnan’s cock, the man stroked the Guardian’s shaggy golden mane.

Knowing how much Brynnan liked it, Nijal spent some time sucking and licking his testicles while Belisarius bent over the Bard’s chest to nurse on his nipples. They contracted into flushed points nested in the silky dark body hair on the firm, curved pectoral muscles.

“Aah, yes! I’m going to cum!” Brynnan gasped, succumbing to the intense sensations in his balls and nipples.

Nijal switched back to Brynnan’s cock, while Belisarius instinctively knew to keep sucking on the Bard’s nipples, knowing the pleasure it gave him.

“Cum for me now, lover,” whispered Nijal.

“Yes . . .I’m cumming!” Brynnan thrust his hips against Nijal’s mouth as his ejaculate surged out. The Guardian took the cock and, seeing the spatters of creamy cum, urged Belisarius, “Taste it!”

Without hesitation, the Captain did as Nijal suggested while the Guardian held Brynnan’s penis firmly in hand. Belisarius lapped the cum spurting from the cock’s head, pausing only once before licking it up with more enthusiasm and finally taking the glans in his mouth to get the last of it.

“Be gentle!” Nijal said. “He will be very tender.”

As Belisarius straightened up, Nijal kissed his mouth to taste the last of Brynnan’s cum, and the Captain responded to him with a will.

The three only took a short rest. Brynnan could become aroused again very quickly, and the Guardian did not want to let Belisarius’ ardour cool before he fucked him: his cock was hard, and he was not far off from cumming. Nijal accompanied the Captain to the linen-covered bed and urged him to kneel on all fours.

The Guardian knew Belisarius understood he had to fuck him, so he was patient as he mounted the muscular ass after applying plenty of lubricant.

“I’m going to put my cock inside you now. Breathe naturally and try not to tense up.”

“Go ahead, I’m ready . . .”

The Guardian carefully introduced his cock, pushing it against the slicked opening. There was resistance, and the anal sphincter opened as the stiff penis penetrated it. The lubricant he had applied was of his own making, this one containing a muscle relaxant. It was cheating, Nijal felt, but tonight he wanted results. They had washed and prepped well, and he knew Belisarius felt comfortable for his first time being fucked.

It wasn’t long before Nijal could push his cock all the way in, where he paused, then started to move rhythmically in and out as he felt the Captain relax. Belisarius quickly became accustomed to the ass-fucking, and his groans indicated pleasure, not pain. Then Nijal touched his mind.

What he found relieved him of his fear that Belisarius was somehow involved in the plot to kill them or the malaise increasingly gripping the inhabitants of Siginak. He also found no direct evidence that Belisarius could tamper with anyone’s mind. He did not bear the natural mental gifts exploited by the mnemotechs.

He sensed the Captain’s rising sexual excitement and decided it was time for Brynnan to participate. ‘I find no evidence of mind-tampering,’ he sent to Brynnan. ‘If you are ready, come fuck him before he ejaculates. He is close.’

Now that opportunity presented itself, Brynnan felt a strange reluctance. ‘You cum first, Nijal. I find this unholy blending of lovemaking and deep-reading unsettling. It is contrived. Are we not taking advantage of him?’

‘You have scruples, now?’ Nijal was incredulous. ‘You know of the larger issues at stake; what the consequences could be if the Chimaera is successful! I’ll argue this with you later. Just do what you know we need to do at this moment!’

Brynnan mastered his reluctance. ‘I’m procrastinating. Part of me doesn’t want to know. Just give me a hard slap on my ass, my friend, and bring me to my senses!’

‘Count on it!‘

Aloud, Nijal said to Belisarius, “Bear with us. Brynnan is taking my part to fuck your ass, as I will take him.”

Fortunately, the Captain was too aroused to protest. At this point, Nijal suspected, he would have let anyone present fuck him.

Brynnan smoothly took over, inserting his own rigid cock as Nijal withdrew; so that hardly a stroke was missed. Then he felt an extremely painful slap on his buttocks, making him jump and inadvertently push himself hard into Belisarius’ ass. And it just happened to be the trigger that caused the Captain to cum. Brynnan could do nothing else but apply himself, thrusting vigorously, making Belisarius cry out in lust.

Simultaneously, Brynnan felt his own ass invaded by Nijal’s cock, riding him even as he rode the Captain. Nijal did not spare him but evinced an unaccustomed roughness Brynnan had not felt since the day the Warlord and the Guardian punished him for losing focus during that fateful Dance of Cuts. Which brought him to the combat he and Nijal had experienced earlier facing the seven mercenaries. And those memories, in turn, brought him into a mind state where he was suddenly deep-reading Belisarius!

The Captain, in the aftermath of orgasm, was thinking of Brynnan. A memory surfacing from when he was on the Mothership that orbited the planet.

In the onboard meeting, Captain Belisarius spoke for the first time. “It seems to me that this Bard’s Soul is the only one who could play the harp, exploiting its tonalities, as he explained to us. I think the harp itself may be a means of banishing these Raven-Spirits if we cannot fire upon them at the tomb. Could the Bard play the harp as you desire him to do, through your own hands, Natan?”

Natan. . .?

Natan?

Ruh-çağıran Natan?

Necromancer Ruh-çağıran Natan, who had once captured Brynnan’s soul!

How had he not realized? It was horrifying to Brynnan to acknowledge the full import of Belisarius’ unwitting memory. He quickly clamped down on his reaction to it, not wanting to disrupt the Captain’s mind.

He made himself respond to the current situation as if the deep-read memory did not exist. He withdrew from Belisarius as if nothing was wrong. He kissed him. He smiled. He walked with him and Nijal into the bathing area, where they washed each other. He dressed. He sat and accepted a cup of wine.

Nijal looked at him strangely. ‘What is wrong?’

‘I cannot speak here. Let us return to our room, or even better, walk outside.’

‘Can you wait for just a little?’

‘I‘ll try.’

“How are you feeling now?” asked Nijal of Belisarius. “Sometimes men feel guilt or shame for having shared the act between themselves.”

Belisarius laughed. “If I felt guilt or shame every time I made an unorthodox decision, I would not be much of a Captain. It’s a job where you have to live with the consequences of your actions. No, Gentes, I feel good. It was interesting in the utmost to learn about my body and mind’s reactions. I think I would like to try this again, and perhaps you can inform me while you are here in Siginak if it doesn’t interfere with your own mission, whatever it truly is.”

Nijal replied. “That is good, and we will do what we can. You passed the deep-reading: I found you had no conscious interactions with  those who arranged the attack on us.”

“And what about you, Brynnan?”

“I also found no complicity in our predicament . . .but I did catch a memory of yours.” The Bard took a deep breath. “This memory was when you met on your starship with Leader Ilchi, the Warlord Samir, and. . .the Necromancer. You were discussing my harp. And I was there.”

This certainly caught the Captain’s attention. He stared at Brynnan.

“You really did speak through the Necromancer,” he breathed. I was wondering if it might have been a trick!”

“Captain,” said Brynnan, “I must ask you. Where is Ruh-çağıran Natan now? Think very carefully of your answer.”

Belisarius’ brow furrowed in concentration. “He is on the ship, in the medical care section. There was some question about putting him into cryogenic sleep because of his seemingly incurable malady. I thought they had done that.”

Brynnan slowly shook his head. “No, I am afraid he is here, in Siginak. But I cannot locate him. Others with powerful mental shields keep him hidden.”

Nijal’s thoughts flared in Brynnan’s mind, ‘However he is shielded, it is potent. I thought your father, the Hunter of Souls, could track all human ones!’

‘For some reason, when he tries, his senses blur, as if many souls are joined.‘

‘Then you must go to him again. Are you sure the Necromancer is at the head of the Chimaera?’

‘He was very powerful. Don’t forget my soul knows what it is like to be captive.’

Coincidentally, Belisarius seemed to echo Brynnan’s thought, for he said, “At that meeting, I was the one who suggested the Necromancer control your harp through you. I feel a certain responsibility for this current situation now.”

“But it worked fortuitously to bring him, my soul and Lord Samir together at my tomb, where my resurrection took place,” Brynnan reassured him.

Nijal interrupted, “Captain Belisarius. We are discussing matters that could profoundly impact the future of Siginak. If you value it, you must keep this information strictly between the three of us. Do not tell your Adjutant, or Soren or anyone of this.”

“I already resolved not to do so. You need not worry on that account. And how would I mention threatened souls to them? I don’t understand it myself!”

“Souls are not bound by time and space, but Ruh-çağıran Natan seems to have this ability that no human has. That is what I don’t understand,” admitted Brynnan. “Is there some special evolution among your people that I don’t know about? Our own people developed certain abilities during their voyage in the Long Dark before settling on this world.”

“You know how some of our people have strong telepathic abilities: Ruh-çağıran Natan is a unique case. As an experiment, his brain was surgically enhanced with an implant to deep-reach into others’ minds. No one knew what the results could be for certain. Other subjects did not survive, and the experiment was abandoned, leaving the Necromancer in a unique position. His attendants are merely gifted telepaths.”

Brynnan was alarmed. This was knowledge he had needed to know when he had last dealt with the Necromancer. It explained much. He did not know how far he could trust Belisarius but had to tell Nijal.

He stood up. “Belisarius, l must draw our conversation to a close. This knowledge requires analysis, and I must consider it before further disclosures.”

Then his stance and tone softened. “But I thank you for this evening. You are a masterful man, and introducing you to our physical, sexual relationship was a privilege.”

“Perhaps we can do this again, Brynnan. I took great pleasure in it.” Belisarius rested a hand against the Bard’s face. Then he kissed him deeply and sensually. Stepping back, Belisarius turned to Nijal.

“Silverhand, this evening has been enlightening in so many ways. You have entrusted me with sensitive information and also opened up a part of me that I never expected.”

Nijal embraced him. “We will speak further. I found our sexual actions most arousing. If time and events permit, we could arrange for you to experience what it’s like to penetrate and fuck a man. I am sure Brynnan—I mean myself and Brynnan—would oblige.”

Brynnan sent his thought to Nijal, ‘Thank you for correcting that, but I am sure I can play the submissive one again,’ 

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Behind the primary Administrative Centre, encircled by other buildings of the complex, an ample green space filled the area. It was filled with fruit trees and edible plants and divided by spring-fed canals that were home to raised water birds. Soft solar lamps traced beads of light along the pathways.

Brynnan and Nijal walked there in silence for a time, with the Guardian allowing his friend to gather his thoughts. They paused by one of the canals, which reflected the stars.

“Some things are beginning to make sense to me, but others have become more complicated. I don’t understand how a neural implant can affect souls who are not connected to the material realm,” Brynnan said.

“A physical device can’t, but the brain it affects can,” replied Nijal. “New pathways in the brain can be opened up, and they, in turn, form other connections. Dare I mention neuron-induced electromagnetic fields or quantum entanglement, ancient concepts I discovered in my research at your Redoubts?”

Brynnan sighed. “You may mention them, and I roughly understand, but the soul remains the ultimate concentrated particle or wave-form of conscious life which persists after death. I doubt the soul can be quantified or dissected. I suspect any effects stemming from the Ruh-çağıran’s implant are generated by some cosmic accident. However, that is not what concerns me at the moment. You are right in that I must revisit my Father. I am convinced that the Necromancer is physically in Siginak, somehow smuggled from the ship. I left him incapacitated and facing a term of cryogenic sleep, but I did not take this implant into account. It may have allowed his brain to regain a measure of control. He is seeking revenge, of that I am certain.”

Nijal countered, “We will do everything to find him. I strongly believe now that Administrator Soren is part of the body of our Chimaera, and we will prove that yet. In the morning, you visit your Father, King Arawn, and I will go to the Medical Research Centre. We still have to address this illness that grips the inhabitants’ minds. There must be some pathogen, some method of transmission, involved.”

Brynnan placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, and there was urgency in the touch.

“You may research the issue, but it will probably be fruitless. You see, I know where this illness comes from and how it spreads.”

“You mean that the Necromancer may be responsible?”

“No,” said the Bard heavily. “I am responsible. It was I that caused it.”

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To be continued . . .