To Discover His Truth

Interlude

Fahd’s First Time

Geraint surveyed his ‘stable’. He stood in the snow behind the tent, legs spread, hands on hips. Andri held a steaming bucket, cloths, and squeeze bottles beside him. Before Geraint ranged –not horses, but Nijal, Brynnan and Fahd, naked under their cloaks.

“Brynnan, you first.”

The Bard stepped before the old Warrior, who led him under the trees. He was used to Geraint’s ministrations and was long past shame. After all, Geraint was appointed his Keeper by the Warlord, Samir, whose bondsman and lover Brynnan was. So he silently submitted to a thorough scrubbing and rinsing out.

This had been his idea, in any case. He and Nijal had faced down and banished a frightening Being the previous night, and a ritual purification was called for, especially after Brynnan’s contact with the Creature.

After him, Geraint called Nijal to be bathed, which he bore patiently, and lastly, the young trader, Fahd. The Being had fastened on the young man, nearly draining away his life. Nijal and Brynnan had both given him their cum by a double penetration of his ass when they warmed his cold body. And Nijal’s cum was potent.

Fahd, too, submitted to Geraint. He looked very self-conscious as Geraint explained in detail what he was doing. Nijal found out that the young trader had never had sex with another man before last night’s experience.

Finally, the washings were finished, but Geraint wasn’t done. He walked over to a bare spot under a large white pine.

“Brynnan, lad, come over here and thank me.”

“Yes, Geraint.”

The Bard half-smiled and fell to his knees before the old Warrior, pulling his cloak around his shoulders. He looked up into Geraint’s eyes as he unfastened the man’s breeches and drew out the large and thick cock, already half-erect.

Brynnan bent and kissed the old Warrior’s snow-smudged boot before kissing the cock. Then he took it into his mouth and sucked, deep and slow.

Fahd looked on in disbelief. “But he’s a Master Bard! How can you dishonour him so?”

“No, he honours me in this way, and I honour him. He is under oath to do so.”

“It’s just that I have never seen the act–”

“–but you have thought about it.” Geraint then stopped speaking and grunted in pleasure at what Brynnan was doing to him.

 The Bard sucked harder now, and it wasn’t long before Geraint filled Brynnan’s throat with cum.

Brynnan stood, and Geraint hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him close. He opened his mouth to the Bard and kissed him deeply. “M’Lord Samir would be proud of you,” he said.

*    *    *

The rising sun was still obscured by surrounding mountain peaks when the companions gathered in the tent of Hazrad, the trader, Fahd’s father, seating themselves on a patterned tribal rug.

Hazrad lifted a tubular bronze casing, presenting it to Brynnan. “Please accept this scroll in payment for your songs last night. It is very ancient, and I think you will find the contents of great interest. As for saving my foolish son, there is no gift priceless enough to repay you, but you have our undying friendship, by the God’s grace. If there is anything we can do for you on our travels, name it!”

Brynnan bowed his head in acknowledgement. “True friendship is a great gift, and nothing can compare to it. We thank you, Hazrad.”

“There is something I would ask of you, my friend,” said Nijal.

“Name it!”

“A great peril is imminent. The order of the Ruithin and the Guardians of the Mother-of-All have determined that invaders are coming. They are not from this world, and we are convinced they will disrupt the way of life here to the detriment of all.”

Hazrad did not outwardly react, but his expression became intense. “Please continue,” he said.

Brynnan took over, “We travel to my homeland to gather material proof of these facts so that on our return journey we can present them to the Lords of the City-States, and the tribes, on our return to the Torrent Mountain Redoubt. We would ask you to search out any information regarding the first settlement of the ancestors– whether myths, tales or actual records. Let your travels eventually bring you to Torrent Mountain. There is a welcome there and a rich opportunity for trading, besides.”

Hazrad bent his head in thought. “It has long been in my mind to travel there. Your scholars’ reputations and the fame of the great Record Hall are known across the land.”

“And I’ve got a request as well,” put in Geraint, leaning forward.

“Speak your mind, Warrior.”

“I would like to teach your son a short lesson on the ways of love between men. He observed Brynnan and me earlier and showed curiosity. It is better his first experience in this is done with love and that he not be taken advantage of by some nameless man.” He added, “This doesn’t at all mean that your son will turn away from women unless he’s inclined to,  but I notice there is no woman with you on this journey, and he’ll likely be approached.”

“And what do you say, my son?”

“It’s true, father. I have been approached by various men many times, but I have always refused so far. But I am curious, and I do miss intimacy. Geraint is wise and can give me good advice.”

Hazrad turned to Geraint. “My son, of course, can do as he wishes, providing it does no harm to others or to himself.” He gave Fahd a very pointed look, and Fahd bent his head, abashed at his misadventure of the previous night.

Geraint laughed as he stood up. “ Come, Fahd, young Leopard, and Andri too. Let’s go, and I will teach you both a lesson in pleasure.”

They left the tent. Now Brynnan and Nijal remained.

“Where do you plan to go from here?” Hazrad asked them.

“I’m intrigued by your account of the Prince, Jehanadir,” said Brynnan, “although I think we will visit him on our return journey as the Narib Redoubt is far to the south on the coastal side of the mountains. But it is in my mind to call on the forest King of Redmark.”

Hazrad replied thoughtfully, “The king has a new counsellor, a wise man said to be Ruithin, like yourself. He is much older than you, I believe. His name is Kian-Hen.”

Brynnan was startled but hid his reaction. “I know of him. I met him as an apprentice. I recall him as both inscrutable and taciturn.”

“Perhaps he could be of aid in your quest,” said Hazrad, watching him closely.

“We shall see. Kian had a reputation for prophecy, something of which I am not overly fond.”

*   *   *

Geraint had mercy on Fahd and brought him inside the tent, where it was warmer, accompanied by Andri. Fahd looked nervous.

“How shall we go about this, Master Geraint?” he asked.

“Relax, young man. We will talk a little first, then Andri shall suck me. Then you may suck Andri if he consents, or me, and he or I will do the same with you. I understand you have already experienced an ass fucking–“

“I was barely conscious of that. All I remember is the warmth of it and an incredible feeling inside me.”

“That is something that can be explored physically another time. But I can inform you.” Then Geraint talked to Fahd about hygiene, lubrication, negotiation, consent and things to watch for - warning signs and character traits, and not least, how to have fun.

Andri squeezed the young man’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Fahd, Geraint is my teacher in the sexual arts. I have listened to him many a time, and to me, his  knowledge is invaluable.”

“Now,” said Geraint, “Andri will suck my cock. And this time, watch carefully, young Leopard, don’t turn away. This is one of the great joys between men, and I promise it won’t prevent you from consorting with women if that is your desire. As well as men, I have had many women – a wife, Gods rest her soul, captives and even noblewomen. But I rely on my brothers-in-arms for steady companionship.”

This time, the old Warrior lay back on his bedroll, hands behind his head. Andri knelt beside him and opened his breeches, pulling out the heavy meat from its nest of hair. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the broad mushroom head. Andri took it in his mouth, licked the tip and slid the foreskin back with his lips. He gripped the cock in one hand, holding it erect while massaging the pendulous ball sac.  The young singer sucked the cock in deeper and began to work it with lips, tongue and throat.

Fahd looked on, fascinated. Hesitating only briefly, he asked Geraint, “May I share in this?”

“Andri, give him my cock to suck.  Encourage him,” Geraint said.

Andri shuffled back a little as Fahd knelt across from him. The young singer held Geraint’s cock in his fist and murmured for Fahd to go ahead. The trader was obedient. He sucked as he had seen Andri suck but naturally could not take it all.

“Lick it, from the base to the head slowly, and swirl your tongue around the head,” insisted Andri, and Fahd did as instructed.

Then Andri joined in once more, licking the other side of the rock-hard shaft. Geraint growled in pleasure like a bear, moving his hands to grasp each young man’s head by the hair.

Fahd and Andri now alternated their sucking.

“Now, my lad,” Geraint said to Andri. “Fahd, you stay back and watch how Andri makes me cum."

Fahd somewhat reluctantly obeyed. He looked on as The young singer began to stroke the skin of the cock up and down rapidly as he sucked faster on the head. Geraint arched his hips, pushing himself into Andri’s mouth.

“Yes boy, take it, swallow it; I’m cumming now….”

The old Warrior jerked his hips as his cock spasmed with an intense orgasm. Andri swallowed then pulled back to let Fahd see the continuing ejaculation as cum creamed out over the head and spurted up. Without being told, Fahd bent over again and took the fountaining cock in his mouth, swallowing the remainder.

“Easy now, young Leopard. I’m sensitive.” Geraint said, wincing slightly.

“I’m sorry, Master Geraint,” said Fahd, “ Seeing you cum, I was just so eager for it.”

“Enthusiasm will get you everywhere,” Geraint responded, grinning. “I thank you both. You did well, Fahd. But now, you lie down in my place. I think I’ll suck you myself.”

Andri exclaimed, “Master, you must be tired. Don’t you want to rest awhile?”

Geraint answered firmly, “A Warrior does not have the luxury of stopping in close combat because he’s tired. He carries the fight to the end.”

Andri chanced an eye roll. “He gets like this,” he explained to Fahd.

“Whelp!” said Geraint, without rancour.

Fahd lay down, seeming nervous yet excited. Andri freed the young man’s cock from his breeches. It was already hard and sprang erect. Geraint lay beside Fahd, resting on an elbow, and ran his hand up the young trader’s shirt, over his lightly-haired chest and belly and back down to his thighs, feeling the tautness of the muscled form. He stroked Fahd’s cock gently. It was a light brown colour, smooth and shapely.

Geraint smiled a predatory smile. “You’re well-hung, young Leopard. Should you choose a lover, you’ll drive them mad.” He bent his head and lightly licked the cock before taking it in his mouth.

Fahd made a sound. Then he groaned and stretched back his head as Geraint increased the intensity of his licking and sucking. The old Warrior drew the act out, taking his time, edging Fahd with a pause-squeeze technique behind the glans of the penis until the young trader begged to cum. The old Warrior wouldn’t allow Andri to interfere but took it all the way to the end until Fahd was moaning. Geraint then relaxed his tight grasp on the cock. Fahd’s body bucked as ejaculation took place, and Geraint swallowed his cum.

When Fahd left after expressing much gratitude to the pair, old man and youth, Geraint prepared to leave the tent.  “Come on, lad, we have work to do.”

But Master Geraint….”

The old Warrior chuckled, “Frustrated, are we? If I had a cock cage, I’d cage you for three days. Damn my eyes, I should have brought one… Maybe Master Hazrad can trade us one, hey?”

Andri looked almost tearful. Geraint threw back his head and laughed out loud as they left the tent. Men in the camp turned and looked at them across the clearing. Geraint ruffled Andri’s light and dark mop of hair.

“Maybe, just maybe, if you help me pack, I’ll let you go prepare yourself for an ass-fucking tonight.”

When Nijal and Brynnan returned from Hazrad’s tent, it was to see a furiously busy Andri.

“I have never seen him work so eagerly,” Brynnan remarked to his friend. “Can he be that anxious to leave this place?”