Spoils of War
by Xavier

This story contains a fictional sexual encounter between an adult male and
a teenaged boy.  This is a new type of story for me, so hopefully it'll be
as good as I hope it will be.  If you have a hard time separating fantasy
from reality, or this subject matter turns you off, you probably shouldn't
read this story.



The war had gone on for a long time.  So long that even at night, when all
outside was calm, I could still hear battle cries, the clanging of metal
against metal, the sound of sharp steel bypassing armor and entering a man.
We slept with our swords in our hands because we never knew what the enemy
would do.  So many rebels, so many villagers tricked into fighting against
us.  I don't know how many widows and orphans we've left behind, but you
can't focus on that or it too will dominate your dreams.

One day we had put down another village resistance.  I entered house after
house, dispatching those who would oppose me.  My fellow soldiers had
already been in one particular house, but something caught my attention.
Some movement, a feeling, I don't know what.  I cautiously entered the
house, sword at the ready, eyes, ears, nose, every sense enlisted,
searching the domicile for some sign of what I had felt.  I followed my gut
feeling and slowly advanced toward a bedroom.  I looked around, stopped,
extending my hearing to the best of my ability.  I heard nothing but
felt. . . something.  I quickly took hold of the bed and threw it up
against the wall just as I began bringing my sword down.  Under the bed
were the bodies of a man and a woman, obviously dead.  I halted my strike
as I noticed the young lad with them.  He appeared to be about 14 summers
with blonde, curly hair and eyes as blue as the sky.  Something inside me
responded, and for perhaps the first time I felt pity.

"Come here boy" I ordered as I finished pushing the bed away, freeing my
unarmed arm, my sword still ready.  "Anyone else here?  Don't lie to me
either.  I'll know and I WILL kill you if you lie to me."

"N-n-n-n-o sir.  It was just my parents and me."

Still not totally believing, my senses scanned the room.  "Follow me boy."
I reached out and grabbed part of his tunic and tugged him behind me.  I
dragged him along as I finished searching the house.  All was as he said.
I could find no trapdoors either.  "What's your name boy?"

"Brian sir" he stammered, the smell of fear heavy in the air and clear in
his eyes.

I let go of his tunic and sheathed my sword.  "Have you any other family
boy?"

"No sir."

Something in his demeanor, the innocence in his eyes, and the hand that had
been dealt to him by the Fates struck me in a new way.  It was not uncommon
for soldiers to take themselves slaves as part of their trophies from their
encounters, but I had never done so.  I did not want to be slowed down by
some wet-nosed lad.  At the same time, however, his eyes, those eyes that
burned through you with their mix of hope and fear. . . I shook my head
clear.  "You have 2 choices boy.  You will come with me or you will stay
here and probably die.  I won't force you to come with me, but if you
choose so you will obey me completely.  Make your choice now.  There will
be no looking back."

He looked to the other room where his parents lie, presumably where he had
drug them after they were attacked, hoping to protect them, but the wounds
being too grave.  He looked back up at me, his eyes drinking in everything.
The way his eyes spoke so many things was almost unsettling.  "I will go
with you, sir."

"Fine, but you will call me `Master.'"

"Yes sir, er, Master."

"You may take a few things if you want, but we leave in moments" I advised
as I took a closer look around.  I watched him out of the corner of my eye.
Would he try to escape, make a run for it?  Would he be even dumber and try
to get a weapon?  I've seen it all.  Even smaller boys will sometimes come
at you with a knife.  Grief and fear were a dangerous combination.

He stood there, looking around, rooted to the spot.

"Quick boy.  We don't have much time" I said, noting the positions of my
men and company.  The sacking was almost done, and we would be departing
soon en masse.  I turned around to face him.  He remained in the same spot.
It wasn't fear.  It was more . . . acceptance.  "Is there nothing of
importance to you here?"

Pointing to the bedroom: "They were all I had."  Words that struck this
seasoned warrior's heart somehow.  I felt tenderness for this young man.
His whole manner was so different than others who shared his youth.

"Then we depart," I stated, trying to mask the chink in my emotional armor
he had found.  He dutifully followed behind me.  One of my comrades
approached.  "What is this, Raven?  You seem to have a mongrel following
you."  Without looking at him, my left hand struck out and found his jaw
firmly, sending his body into the mud.

"You will not speak that way of this boy.  I have claimed him.  He is part
of my house now."

Gingerly probing his jaw, Lucius simply stared at me, a look of complete
shock clearly etched in his face.  My prize moved closer to me as we
walked.  A wise choice as many such spoils of war are often shared rather
than protected.  We arrived at my tent, an odd look sent in the direction
of my new companion by my guard.  "I have claimed him.  Bring hot water and
find some clothes for him.  We both stink."

My man obeyed and departed.  Handing Brian my shield and some minor
weapons, "This is where you will sleep.  You will accompany me when I ask,
otherwise you will stay here and take care of things as I require."

"Yes Master."

Hot water and clothing were brought in and placed in the large basin used
for bathing.  I watched Brian carefully as he handled my weapons.  I wanted
to see what thoughts crossed his face.  I saw no evidence of plotting, no
thoughts of ill will.  Since our encounter with Lucius, he seemed to
understand he would be protected.  As long as he deserved it.  A correct
hunch on his part.

"Come help me undress."  Brian did as ordered, taking my clothes to a
different corner of the room where he saw other dirty items.  I bathed and
he brought me a drying cloth.  I began drying off.  "Undress and wash up."

He looked a bit nervous but began to remove his clothing.  I watched him,
curious, without being too obvious.  He had a nice body for someone of his
years with a very impressive sword of his own.  He lifted himself into the
tub and then just sat there as I finished drying off.  I looked at him and
could see tears in his face.  Something pricked inside of me.  I went over
to him, wiped the tears away with my fingers.  "It'll be OK Brian.  You'll
see.  The pain will leave."  He simply nodded his head and sniffed.  I
picked up the soap and began to wash his body.  He sat there and just let
me wash him.  His skin was like satin.  Somehow the feel of his skin
beneath my calloused fingers brought a rush of warmth to my groin.

"Stand up."  As he did, I washed his legs, soaping up his groin as well.
"OK, sit back down and rinse off."  This he did on his own.  I held open a
large drying cloth, and he came over.  I wrapped him in it and picked him
up out of the bath, setting him down on the tent floor.  I began to dry him
off, which he allowed without resistance.  As I dried off his member, I
looked at his face and saw nothing to indicate this was unwelcome.  I
finished drying him off.  I pointed to the clothes and told him to dress
himself.  What were these feelings within me?  Why should this one boy
spark such tenderness and . . . longing within me?

Food and drink were brought in.  Brian's look told me he had not eaten in a
while.  I pointed to a place beside my cushion at the table, indicating for
him to sit.  I put a plate in front of him and placed a hand over his.
"Brian, you are to eat as much as you want to, but I want you to eat slowly
so you don't get sick.  The look in your eyes tells me you've been without
proper food for some time.  Start out with a little.  You will not run out
of food while you are with me.  That is my word."

Brian nodded, briefly looking up at me, his eyes lighting a fire within me
again and then he took some food.  "Remember, Brian, slowly.  Start out
small."  He stopped heaping more food on his plate and started in with what
he had, careful to obey me.  As I watched him eating, my mind replayed the
earlier view of his naked young body.  It seemed to possess my mind, that
lone image, and sparked something deeper inside me, some kindling of
desire.

After eating I showed him how to care for the armor and weapons.  He was
eager to learn and to please.  When we were done, I gave him some cushions
to use as bedding and bade him good night.  He watched me strip off my robe
and then stripped off his clothing as well, getting beneath his blankets. I
extinguished the lamp and lay there in silence, somehow still able to smell
the scent of his soapy skin, the sensation of his skin underneath my
fingers.  I stopped in my reflections as I heard him crying.  "Brian?"

"Yes Master?"

"Are you OK?"

Sniffling and trying to vanquish his tears, "Yes Master."  A voice that
spoke of gratitude and pain as well.

Yeah, and I'm the King of England.  "Come here."

By his silhouetted movements, I could tell he was very tentative.  "It's
OK.  I'm not cross with you."  I raised up an edge of my blanket and bade
him to join me.  He quickly slid in beside me.  I wrapped an arm around him
and pulled him close to me.  With his head on my chest the tears flowed
more freely.  "Shhhhh" I cooed gently stroking his head.  He continued to
cry some more, and I let him.  "Let it out, let it be free" I encouraged.
I felt one of his legs come over my thigh while he hugged me with his body,
beginning to calm down.  I placed my hand on his leg and gently stroked it,
lost in the feel of his young, smooth skin with only a hint of hair.  I had
forgotten about his nakedness as my hand went up the outside of his thigh
onto his hip.  I began to grow immediately.  The weight of his body against
mine, his head and hand lying on my chest, the warmth of our shared heat,
made me fully erect.  What do I do? I quizzed myself.  I don't want to push
him away, but it's going to be difficult to hide my erection if he moves
his leg.

As if in response to my mental image, his leg moved upward, brushing up
against my erection.  I was now stroking his bare back, feeling the young,
still developing muscles, his bony shoulders.  His hand slowly moved
downward to the small tent I had created in our bed, gently examining my
rod.  I took a deep breath in.  I felt him look up at me.  I smiled at him
and continued rubbing his back.  His hand continued its investigation,
gently exploring, moving up and down the shaft, braver now that my smile
conveyed permission.  Gods it felt so good.  I didn't know if I should stop
him or just enjoy it, so I chose the latter.  I could feel his erect member
rubbing against my leg now, so I reached over and took the tip in my hand.
It was bigger than I had expected.  He was nicely endowed with a nice patch
of hairs already.

We explored each other for a while when I felt his head moving toward mine.
I turned my eyes in his direction and received a gentle kiss on my cheek,
and then another.  I reached up and pulled his mouth to mine and then
probed his mouth with my tongue, our breath commingling and increasing, his
leg rubbing against my erection.  I stopped our kissing and gently guided
his head down toward my stiff rod.  When his mouth neared, he kissed the
head.  "Put it in your mouth Brian, put it in your mouth" I implored.

He looked up at me, a bit unsure, and then slowly inserted the head of my
rod into his mouth.  A fire spread from where his tongue touched and
quickly spread throughout my whole body.  I continued to coach his head
with my hand, guiding him up and down, his lips engulfing more and more of
me until he had a good portion in his mouth.  He worked on it hungrily,
gathering momentum with my reactions, eager to please me, responding to my
lust.  I began to pump in and out of his mouth.  I reached over and tugged
at his legs.  Instinctively he shifted position so that his feet were up by
my head.  I lifted his lower body up and over my head and took him into my
mouth.  His sucking intensified as I began to service him as he was
servicing me.  I played with his balls, I massaged his round cheeks.  I
enjoyed the taste of him, the feel of his hardness along my tongue, moving
back and forth in my mouth.

As I massaged his ass more, my desire to feel my member inside it grew more
and more.  I pulled out of his mouth.  His head tried to follow, not
willing to release me just yet.  I positioned him on his side and then lay
down behind him, his look of confusion being quite evident.  I raised his
leg up spreading those cheeks apart, and placed the head of my rod at his
forbidden entrance.  "Brian, I'm going to go slow.  Take deep breaths if it
starts to hurt.  When it's comfortable, move back onto me more. OK?"

"Yes Master" came his faithful reply.

"You don't have to call me that anymore."

"Yes Master."

It was so innocently said I almost laughed, but I had other things to pay
attention to.  I spit into my hand and rubbed it up and down my shaft and
then pierced his hole with my rod, just the tip to begin with.  I felt him
stiffen and admonished him to relax.  When his body was softer again, I
proceeded.  He would wince a bit, move away a bit, hold steady and then
sink down onto it again.  I was patient even though the tightness of his
hole was almost painful to me, but at the same time almost demanded I
violate it even more.  I began to rock back and forth with him moving
closer and closer to me, impaling himself more and more on my flesh.  We
moaned in unison as he took in the final remnant.  I began to move back and
forth more steadily, slightly increasing my pace, drawing more out and then
slowly thrusting it back in until he was loose enough to allow more
movement.

While still in him completely, I rolled him over onto his stomach and
pulled him onto all fours.  With my hands on his hips, I enjoyed more and
more of him.  His breathing driving my lust, the tightness of his hole
pulling me forward.  I began pumping harder and harder, the sweat of our
bodies making slight noises as we met and pulled apart.  Finally I pulled
out and lay on my back, pulling him over onto me.  He straddled me.  I held
onto my rod as he impaled himself onto me once more, sinking down until our
bodies were pressed into each other.  He moved up and down as if he was
riding a horse, and I bucked madly beneath him, meeting his downward stroke
with a thrust upward, shoving as much of my rod in him as I could get,
never being satisfied.  I lifted my legs up so that he was slightly bent
toward me, but I could still push with my hips.  I reached up and pulled
him toward me so we could kiss while we continued our joining.  We tongue
kissed while our bodies slammed together, my bucking picking up a feverish
pace as my loins tightened, ready to send forth my juice inside of him.  My
hands shot down to his hips, holding him in place while I continued to buck
him up and down and then pulling him down firmly into place while my juice
exploded from me.

I kissed his cheeks, his neck, his lips, his ears while I continued to be
drained of my fluid.  We explored each other's mouth more even after I was
soft again.  I gently pushed him off of me and put him on his back.  I
looked deeply into his eyes and then wordlessly, took his rod into my
mouth.  He mimicked my earlier movements, including taking hold of my head
and thrusting it down upon him.  I greedily enjoyed every inch of him,
stopping only to kiss his body or pull the perfect orbs between his legs
into my mouth.  I looked into his eyes once more and saw a type of. . . I
don't know, but a deeper feeling than I had felt for many a wench or knave.

I put my mouth on his rod once again and slobbered over it messily.  I
lifted my head up, smiled at him and then moved upward on his body until he
was in line with my hole.  As I sat down a bit, he knew what was coming,
and thrust his hips up to greet my ass.  I guided his rod to my hole and
allowed him to take it from there, which he did eagerly, causing me to
wince as he started to bury his sword within me.  I was more on fire now
than earlier and sat down on it as quickly as I could take it all in.  He
was moaning and his head was thrashing about as I moved up and down on his
rod.  Fearing my weight would hurt him if I got into this much more, I
pulled off and lay down on my stomach.  He wasted no time in rolling over
and mounting me, entering me once again and stroking inside me just as I
had done him.  When his machinations became more feverish, his moans
loader, and his body shaking even more, I then felt wet warmth enter me as
his body collapsed on mine., his hot breath exhaling onto my back, sending
shivers through me.

We held each other until we were both hard again, went to the basin, washed
ourselves and then joined each other back on the bed, where we each took
the other into our mouths and worshipped each other until our mouths were
filled with the other's juice.  Then we kissed a while longer and fell
asleep in each other's arms.

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