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He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. His legs were tense. His muscles taught. Leo was getting tired. This contest with his brother had continued well into the midday. He couldn't help but grin though; he knew how this would end. Leo refocused on his prey, calming his heart and sharpening his ears. In the distance, due north he heard the sound of rustling brush, a twig snapping, the crunching of underbrush. His smile broadened. Leo lowered himself into a crouching position, ready to pounce on his quarry. His long brown hair briefly obstructed his view as the wind gently blew through the canopy. Slowly, he counted back from five. Four, three , two ...
And he fell. With the deafening roar of a lion making the kill, his brother Martín destroyed the branch he was perched on sending the younger crashing to the ground. Leo would have landed in his feet had his brother not also swiped them out from under him as he landed. Winded now, he kept his eyes closed and composed.
Martín approached him and jocularly asked, "hello little cub. Did you find what you were looking for?"
"No," replied Leo, "once again I went hunting but all I'm seem to catch is my breath!"
Martín howled with laughter and extended his arm to his baby brother. Leo hoisted himself up. Looking at Martín, he saw the opposite of himself. Martín was short, had a swimmers build, and possessed the all the grace of dolphin at sea. He was blond, blue eyed, and wore his hair buzzed. Whereas Leo was built like a rugby player. His was tall, 6'3", broad shouldered, muscular, built. He had dark hair that he kept long down to his shoulder blades and dark eyes that were soft and sweet. He was bigger than his brother in all respects, that he knew for a fact having compared himself to Martín all his life, Leo knew his 9.5" thick uncut cock was something to prize. He and Martín used to wrestle naked until Leo kept leaking precum on his brothers body, so excited to make physical contact with him. Instead of continuing in that tradition, his brother insisted that Leo was now a man and since then they had played the hunting game. Each time Leo got close to defeating his brother, Martín would change the rules. To date, he hadn't beaten him once.
"There is always tomorrow baby bro"
Leo went home and stripped off his sweat soaked clothes. Naked, he began a series of stretches and cleared his mind of his loss. It's true he wasn't a great hunter. But he had other skills. For those in the Forest of Draagür, there are four abilities: Gills, wings, beasts, and hunters. The gills were able to communicate with water creatures. They have an affinity to swimming and can control the actions of all matter of sea life. Amongst the most powerful gills, the rare ability to breath underwater exists. Martín was the most powerful gill in a century. Wings were able speak with the birds. They can direct them and see the world from their view. It is rumoured that once they could fly, but that is just legend. In combat they are useful as spies and scouts, but are considered the weakest of the Forrest Folk. Beasts have either strength or speed and in a few special cases both. They make up both the infantry and cavalry in times of war. Last are the hunters. They are skilled at combat and strategy. They are the officers and elite teams. Their favourite game is seek an destroy, a game Leo keeps loosing. His family tree has housed the top hunters throughout the generations. It is what claimed and maintains their right to rule. Each in their community possess some ability to some extent. Some are able to channel two abilities; Martín, for example, is both a Hunter and a Gill. His father, Ronaldo, is a Hunter and a Beast. Ronaldo has always been disappointed that his youngest was not a great hunter, but Leo had a secret. One he had always kept to himself. While it is true Leo is a Hunter and Beast, he had always been able to see with Hawk's Eye, a gift only the Wings possess. None of the Forrest folk had been able to master three skills since the dawn of time. Leo knew he should spend more time mastering the skills of the Hunter, but as his brother was next to accend to leadership, he spent his time instead viewing the world. His family thought him distracted, a daydreamer. They never knew he was in fact seeing.
Leo sighed to himself as he finished his stretches and drew himself a hot bath. He knew he could never let his family know the truth about him. His father thought Wings to be weak and he didn't need another reason to disappoint the chief. Plus he didn't want the attention of his people knowing he could master three skills. Leo eased into the tub. 'Master,' he thought, 'If I had mastered Hunter, I wouldn't be this sore today. I guess I'll have to start taking my training more serious. But for now...'
Leo slipped into the hot water and cleared his head of all thoughts. The heat of the bath leeches away the weight of his failures and leaves him in a state of bliss. As the soreness leaves him, Leo becomes aware of the only muscle he didn't use today. The warm water loosens his balls and his cock becomes a little chubby. Knowing he has some time before dinner, Leo grasps his shaft and gives it a familiar squeeze. It feels good in his hand, hefty, powerful, full of energy, an energy he can't wait to release. As Leo starts a slow stroking motion, he focuses only on the feelings of his hand on his organ, the feelings generated as he slides up and down on his big uncut cock. A sigh escapes him when he squeezes the just under the head, rubbing that sensitive spot where his foreskin meets the head. The young warrior slowly picks up his pace and an urgency overtakes him. He wants the sweet release that always makes things better, but he decides to take control and make this session last. Using his non dominant hand, Leo grips his tool with his thumb and index finger wrapped tightly around the base and use the other fingers to drag his foreskin up and down his pole. It's a wonderfully slow torture as he feels his need build in his loins, but denies himself the relief he craves. As the young beast strokes himself off, his mind starts to think dark forbidden thoughts. He imagines a faceless man close to his body, breathing in his ear, warming him with fleshy contact. He imagines reaching out and feeling chiseled pecs and flinty abs. He imagines sliding his hand down further and reaching for his fantasy's cock ...
"Uuuuuuungh"
Leo's eyes flash open. His breathing quickens. His balls tighten. And it's over. His starts to shoot his load all over himself. One. Two. Six loads of hot cum. On his face. In his hair. Streaked across his abs and chest. Lost in the bath water. Thick ropes of pent of energy. Of joy. And he closes his eyes and relaxes back into the water. And the pressure of the day escapes him.
Until the water starts to turn cold. And his cum begins to dry sticky upon his skin. And his fingers prune. And his conscience awakens. And the guilt returns. The guilt he always feels when he drifts into fantasy. The guilt of wanting so desperately a thing he can never have. The guilt of disappointing his father yet again. The guilt of desiring another man, something forbid .
He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. His legs were tense. His muscles taught. Leo was getting tired. This contest with his brother had continued well into the midday. He couldn't help but grin though; he knew how this would end. Leo refocused on his prey, calming his heart and sharpening his ears. In the distance, due north he heard the sound of rustling brush, a twig snapping, the crunching of underbrush. His smile broadened. Leo lowered himself into a crouching position, ready to pounce on his quarry. His long brown hair briefly obstructed his view as the wind gently blew through the canopy. Slowly, he counted back from five. Four, three , two ...
And he fell. With the deafening roar of a lion making the kill, his brother Martín destroyed the branch he was perched on sending the younger crashing to the ground. Leo would have landed in his feet had his brother not also swiped them out from under him as he landed. Winded now, he kept his eyes closed and composed.
Martín approached him and jocularly asked, "hello little cub. Did you find what you were looking for?"
"No," replied Leo, "once again I went hunting but all I'm seem to catch is my breath!"
Martín howled with laughter and extended his arm to his baby brother. Leo hoisted himself up. Looking at Martín, he saw the opposite of himself. Martín was short, had a swimmers build, and possessed the all the grace of dolphin at sea. He was blond, blue eyed, and wore his hair buzzed. Whereas Leo was built like a rugby player. His was tall, 6'3", broad shouldered, muscular, built. He had dark hair that he kept long down to his shoulder blades and dark eyes that were soft and sweet. He was bigger than his brother in all respects, that he knew for a fact having compared himself to Martín all his life, Leo knew his 9.5" thick uncut cock was something to prize. He and Martín used to wrestle naked until Leo kept leaking precum on his brothers body, so excited to make physical contact with him. Instead of continuing in that tradition, his brother insisted that Leo was now a man and since then they had played the hunting game. Each time Leo got close to defeating his brother, Martín would change the rules. To date, he hadn't beaten him once.
"There is always tomorrow baby bro"
Leo went home and stripped off his sweat soaked clothes. Naked, he began a series of stretches and cleared his mind of his loss. It's true he wasn't a great hunter. But he had other skills. For those in the Forest of Draagür, there are four abilities: Gills, wings, beasts, and hunters. The gills were able to communicate with water creatures. They have an affinity to swimming and can control the actions of all matter of sea life. Amongst the most powerful gills, the rare ability to breath underwater exists. Martín was the most powerful gill in a century. Wings were able speak with the birds. They can direct them and see the world from their view. It is rumoured that once they could fly, but that is just legend. In combat they are useful as spies and scouts, but are considered the weakest of the Forrest Folk. Beasts have either strength or speed and in a few special cases both. They make up both the infantry and cavalry in times of war. Last are the hunters. They are skilled at combat and strategy. They are the officers and elite teams. Their favourite game is seek an destroy, a game Leo keeps loosing. His family tree has housed the top hunters throughout the generations. It is what claimed and maintains their right to rule. Each in their community possess some ability to some extent. Some are able to channel two abilities; Martín, for example, is both a Hunter and a Gill. His father, Ronaldo, is a Hunter and a Beast. Ronaldo has always been disappointed that his youngest was not a great hunter, but Leo had a secret. One he had always kept to himself. While it is true Leo is a Hunter and Beast, he had always been able to see with Hawk's Eye, a gift only the Wings possess. None of the Forrest folk had been able to master three skills since the dawn of time. Leo knew he should spend more time mastering the skills of the Hunter, but as his brother was next to accend to leadership, he spent his time instead viewing the world. His family thought him distracted, a daydreamer. They never knew he was in fact seeing.
Leo sighed to himself as he finished his stretches and drew himself a hot bath. He knew he could never let his family know the truth about him. His father thought Wings to be weak and he didn't need another reason to disappoint the chief. Plus he didn't want the attention of his people knowing he could master three skills. Leo eased into the tub. 'Master,' he thought, 'If I had mastered Hunter, I wouldn't be this sore today. I guess I'll have to start taking my training more serious. But for now...'
Leo slipped into the hot water and cleared his head of all thoughts. The heat of the bath leeches away the weight of his failures and leaves him in a state of bliss. As the soreness leaves him, Leo becomes aware of the only muscle he didn't use today. The warm water loosens his balls and his cock becomes a little chubby. Knowing he has some time before dinner, Leo grasps his shaft and gives it a familiar squeeze. It feels good in his hand, hefty, powerful, full of energy, an energy he can't wait to release. As Leo starts a slow stroking motion, he focuses only on the feelings of his hand on his organ, the feelings generated as he slides up and down on his big uncut cock. A sigh escapes him when he squeezes the just under the head, rubbing that sensitive spot where his foreskin meets the head. The young warrior slowly picks up his pace and an urgency overtakes him. He wants the sweet release that always makes things better, but he decides to take control and make this session last. Using his non dominant hand, Leo grips his tool with his thumb and index finger wrapped tightly around the base and use the other fingers to drag his foreskin up and down his pole. It's a wonderfully slow torture as he feels his need build in his loins, but denies himself the relief he craves. As the young beast strokes himself off, his mind starts to think dark forbidden thoughts. He imagines a faceless man close to his body, breathing in his ear, warming him with fleshy contact. He imagines reaching out and feeling chiseled pecs and flinty abs. He imagines sliding his hand down further and reaching for his fantasy's cock ...
"Uuuuuuungh"
Leo's eyes flash open. His breathing quickens. His balls tighten. And it's over. His starts to shoot his load all over himself. One. Two. Six loads of hot cum. On his face. In his hair. Streaked across his abs and chest. Lost in the bath water. Thick ropes of pent up energy. Of joy. And he closes his eyes and relaxes back into the water. And the pressure of the day escapes him.
Until the water starts to turn cold. And his cum begins to dry sticky upon his skin. And his fingers prune. And his conscience awakens. And the guilt returns. The guilt he always feels when he drifts into fantasy. The guilt of wanting so desperately a thing he can never have. The guilt of disappointing his father yet again. The guilt of desiring another man, something forbid in the Forrest of Draagür.
A knock to his chamber door roused Leo from his misery. Mario his servant approached and informed him that he and his brother had been summoned before his father, the chief. Leo jumped from his bath and Mario helped him dress, a deep green tunic and dark grey breeches with leather boots, his hair pulled back. The chief's son started to get aroused as his chamberman helped him dress. He knew he had to get it together or risk exposure. Taking a deep breath, Leo left his room to answer his father's summons.
Leo approached his father apprehensively. He was dressed in his ceremonial best with a scowl etched across his face. His brother, Martín, too, was dressed in his finest. The younger felt he disappointed his father again, though he had no idea how or why.
"Father, you're back. Welcome. May the sun shine glory upon your house and may all manner of men and creature tread...,"
"That's enough Leo," his father interrupted, "One day you'll learn decorum. I just thank the stars that Martín will inherit and not you. Your weakness and lack of focus have always bespoke the Wings instead of our proud house. Be that as it may, I have need of you. The Assembly have met this year. And we have determined that a great contest will commence. The champions of which will embark on a dangerous quest to save our way of life. And, while its my first instinct to send Martín alone, all houses from the Forrest of Draagür will send their strongest sons and daughters to compete and I cannot ignore one of my own. To that end, I am sending you and Martín to the quarry to train so you may not disappoint me with a first round loss and Martín," glowered their father, "may focus on winning instead of sleeping with the daughters of the Forrest." Martín lowered his head. "You leave at dawn. Dismissed."
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Thats it for chapter 2. What do you think of this new character? As always any thoughts or questions can be sent to kalrouthstory@gmx.com well be happy to answer all emails JD