Garet - The Waddling Gait

Sunlight dappled the cobbled pathway leading into the marketplace, filtering gently though the grape vines draped across the road. The alley was quiet and seemingly peaceful in comparison to the hubbub of business and community in the town's central plaza.

The market itself was a melting pot of culture: travelling merchants from beyond the eastern mountains sold herbs, spices and rare stones from the windows of their sturdy, wooden caravans; local entrepreneurs captivated the crowds with their charismatic speeches detailing their weaponry ranges; gnarled, elderly women enthusiastically thrust their hand-woven cloths at passers-by.

Garet was fairly tall, and clad in a combination of linen cloth and sculpted leather pads that advertised his muscular physique. His short, red hair stood in ruffled spikes on his head, and was the only thing that made him stand out in the crowd. His bright green eyes sparkled in the sun, lighting up his pale complexion.

He slowly made his way through the crowd, savouring the exotic sights and sounds so different to his home in the far north. He was awed by everything, from the texture of sand beneath his boots to the smell of cinnamon from the eastern merchants' food stalls. As he progressed through the square, he noticed a blissfully quiet alley leading away from the noise.

A commotion was stirring behind him. It appeared that someone has stolen something from an eastern tradesman, but Garet did not stick around to find out.

He slipped silently into the alley, where he noticed a street urchin was pawing at the cobbled path, apparently blind.

"Any money for a homeless boy, kind traveller?"

Garet regarded the child with interest. He had dark skin, and an unruly head of curly brown hair that was matted with dirt. He was probably in his early teens, but appeared thin and fragile. Taking pity on the boy, as Garet was only 18 himself, he took out his purse to give the boy a few copper pieces. When he bent down, he noticed crusted blood around the child's eyes, which were milky and vacant. As Garet reached into his bulging coin purse, the eyes sharpened and a cheeky grin spread across the boy's face.

"Get the money!"

Garet realised what was happening and staggered backwards, just in time to miss a club that had been swung at his head. He whipped around to see a guy of about his age wielding a heavy piece of wood. He wore a combination of linen and silk garments that resembled a sand coloured, sleeveless ninja garb, displaying his muscled forearms. His eyes gleamed ice blue from the shadows of the headdress.

The urchin scuttled from his position on the floor and produced his own club. Garet attempted to draw his sword, but the alley was too narrow to wield it to any effect. He was blocked on both sides, but fancied his chances with the child more than with the ninja. Garet ran at the boy, who dodged him with astounding agility before cracking him around the head with his club. Garet fell to his knees, his head ringing. The ninja guy spoke.

"Just give us your money, then go." His eyes glistened. "It would have been so much easier if you had stayed where you were."

Garet waited in silence until he came within striking distance, then launched a punch that was aimed to plant in the other guys stomach. Instead, it thudded into his open hand. Garet was horrified: he was completely outmatched.
The ninja guy laughed.

"Ooh, he's a fisty one." This made the urchin grin widely. "Maybe we should take him back to our cosy little place."

"That sounds like a great idea, Kane," replied the boy, accompanied with more inane grinning.

The ninja, Kane, smirked and looked Garet in the eye. He was still holding Garet's clenched fist in one hand, but his other grabbed him by the throat and hoisted him into the air. Garet gasped for oxygen, but was lifted until dark spots danced before his eyes. The next thing he knew he was flying. He smashed his head on the wall of the alley, knocking him out cold.

***

Garet awoke to find himself tied, gagged and completely naked. His wrists were bound and looped over a rope that hung him from the ceiling with his arms in the air, while his ankles were also tied and trailed lifelessly in a wide bedding of goose-down cushions and silk sheets beneath him. He was an impressive sight: broad shoulders, well defined pecs and abs, and completely hairless. His dick hung limp, a good four inches, paired with silky smooth and symmetrical balls.

He came around groggily, and realised that he was in a loft of a large building, probably a tavern, and was attached the rafters overhead. The room was crowded with crates, some of which were slightly ajar - enough for Garet to see that they were filled with an assortment of loot.

He struggled with his bonds for a moment, but soon realised that he was stuck. The back of his head ached from where he had been smashed into the wall. There was evidence of blood, but it felt as if it had been hurriedly mopped.

Then he noticed Kane. He had climbed through a trapdoor into the loft, and was walking towards him. He was no longer sporting his garb from the encounter in the alley, but was bare chested while wearing loose fitting linen trousers. He had tanned skin, a mop of sandy blonde hair and light muscular definition. He smirked mischievously when he saw Garet's member.

"Did you sleep well?"

Garet growled into his gag, prompting a laugh from Kane. He then began to pace in circles around him.

"We took your wallet, and as you may have noticed, your clothes. But I want more than that."

Kane looked Garet in the eyes, their noses brushing, and grabbed his cheeks.

"If you want to come out of this alive, you're gonna want me to fuck you."

He punctuated the scentence by drawing a dagger from his side. It was about eight inches long and razor sharp, with a hunk of amber set into its hilt.

"No, you are going to beg for me to fuck you, and as I am so kind I will comply." He winked. "With vigour."

Garet blushed sheepishly, realising that his cock was now semi-erect. Kane was delighted.

"Aha, the thought of being my slave turns you on, does it?"

Garet kicked and writhed, but his ankles were tied and so little came of it, other than another remark at how 'fisty' he was from Kane.

With the dagger, Kane cut the rope hanging Garet from the ceiling and let him fall into the pillows with a moan. He then cut the chord holding up his trousers and, putting the knife to one side, straddled his stomach.

Garet peered along his chest to see Kane's cock, half-hard at about 6 inches, pressed into his abs. Kane leaned down to Garet's face and while gently kissing his neck untied his gag. Garet took a gasp of air before Kane's tongue invaded his mouth, and Kane began to slowly thrust into his stomach.

Garet, who's hands were still bound above his head, clenched his fists and brought them swinging up and down into Kane's neck. Taking a moment to collect himself, Kane landed a punch in Garet's face. He snarled, and rose from the bedding to pick up the knife.

"You are going to beg!" He had shouted, leaving Garet dazed, ears ringing, and with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Collecting the knife, he straddled him again with an agile leap and held the blade to his throat.

"Beg."

The command was issued with such venom that Garet couldn't help but comply.

"Please, fuck me."

Kane slapped him across the face.

"More!"

Garet's eyes welled up.

"Please, I want you to fuck me."

Kane tossed the dagger over his shoulder and lowered his face onto Garet's.<.p>

"Again, vermin."

Garet thought he might as well try to make it better for himself.

"Please, oh please, I need to you fuck me - fuck me long and hard."

Kane's signature smirk returned before he flipped Garet onto his chest and bent his knees so that his rear was presented at kneeling height. He leaned down and ate out the virgin arse, savouring the musky scent of his fear-laden sweat, all the while stroking his cock into its nine inch erection.

Garet couldn't help but cry. The thought of being pounded by the probably massive tool Kane was equipped with followed by enslavement or death was not the nicest of thoughts for him at the best of times. The worst part was that he still had a semi-hard-on: he was enjoying not only the submissive nature of the goings on, but also the anal stimulation provided by the rimming.

He was torn from his thoughts as Kane entered him without warning. The pain was immense, ripping through him like an axe. He felt a bulbous head followed by eight inches of engorged shaft force its way through his sphincter and into his rectum. He did the only thing his mind could possibly process: scream.

Kane bore into the tight ass with his dick, not sparing a moment's consideration for the pain he was invoking. Pleasure blossomed along his rod as the muscular walls of Garet's rectum spasmed erratically. His cries of pain only spurred him on in his frenzy of thrusting, but soon became an irritation. While never relenting in his pounding, Kane replaced Garet's gag and held it tight around the back of his head. Garet's shrieking halted abruptly and the silence was filled with his suppressed groans and the smacking of Kane's pelvis against his arse. Kane accentuated each thrust with a slap that alternated between Garet's butt cheeks, using both the back and palm of the hand not holding the gag in place.

Despite his silent screams of terror and agony, Garet was rock hard. Pre-cum coated the pink glans of his seven inch boner, but it was trapped between his legs and his hands were still tied in front of him. He could not reach it, and with each thrust and slap from Kane he seemed to get slightly harder, as his pelvis bucked and his cock was rubbed against the inside of his thighs. He was tormentingly horny, but also in pain: the combination resulted in feverish moaning into his gag.

Kane withdrew, discarded the gag and rolled Garet onto his back to straddle him a third time, but over his thighs, admiring his crotch.

"You enjoy being raped?" He laughed aloud. "Enjoy this," he continued, slamming the palm of his hand into Garet's balls.

The incurring scream tore through the loft. Kane kissed his open mouth passionately, smacking Garet in the jaw when he tried to bite. He slid himself through Garet's bound legs, wrapped the legs across his back, aligned his cock and forced it back into his arse. He leant down to shower his neck with light pecks, all he while plunging in and out of the traumatised ass hole.

Tears rolled down Garet's cheeks. The crushed testicles were alight with discomfort, making his writhe. His intruded hole was stretched wider than it had ever been before, and his sphincter had given up its spasming. A horrible burning sensation was numbing his nerves, making him almost unaware of the war waged against his arse. That was, until the inflated glans of Kane's dick rammed home on the reverse of his prostate.

Time seemed to slow as Garet leant forwards and gasped. All other senses faded to a background murmur as a pulse of utter ecstasy coursed through his body. He felt his cock, still fairly erect, begin to ejaculate uncontrollably. His senses returned, and four or five loads of sticky jizz clung between his and Kane's torsos.

Kane removed himself from the no longer tight arse and slipped out from between Garet's legs. He grinned wildly before grabbing the back of his head and rubbing his face in the mess over his abs.

"Lick me clean you piece of shit."

Garet almost enjoyed himself, still half dazed. He could not believe that in the midst of sexual assault such insane pleasure could possibly have occurred. But the smell of semen awoke him completely. He complied tentatively, slowly sucking at Kane's stomach to clean up his cum. Meanwhile, Kane collected the gunk on Garet's chest with his finger and rubbed it in, causing Garet's muscular figure to gleam.

When he was satisfied with his cleanliness, Kane pushed Garet down into the bedding once more, and their mouths locked in an almost loving embrace. He then sat across Garet's chest and pushed his cock into his mouth. Garet gagged, partially for the underlying taste of his own shit and also the fact he had never done it before.

Kane pumped his crotch into his face, forcing his dick all the way in so that his neatly trimmed pubes tickled Garet's nose. The member reached into his throat, its girth ploughing a wide path through the sensitive muscles. Garet tried to cry out, but this only served to open his mouth further to the barrage of thrusting. He couldn't breathe, and it hurt so badly...

Garet bit the tool. Before he could do any lasting damage, Kane's fist met his face. Garet released the cock, and was quickly punched in the stomach. He rolled over wincing, protecting his front from further blows. Kane grabbed the hair on the back of his head and used it to wrench his neck upwards as he proceeded to pound his delicate, recovering hole. Garet bit one of the cushions to suppress his crying.

Kane's breathing grew laboured as he approached orgasm, but he maintained his pace. Garet could feel each thrust pressing deeper into his colon, and could swear that the engorged penis was getting even bigger. Kane let go of Garet's hair and held his shoulders to support himself.

As he came, he continued to thrust. Garet gasped as the warm juice filled his rectum, temporarily soothing the renewed pain. Kane withdrew after he had shot off two loads, and inspected the hole. The sphincter was slowly closing, so he leant down to tenderly lick it. This coaxed it open, and a trail of semen dribbled out and ran along the groove between Garet's round butt cheeks. He rubbed the hole a little, with and mixture of flicking and squeezing, until the cum trail ran dry. Burrowing his nose into the jizz smeared crack, he licked it clean.

The experience had been sensational for Garet, and the rimming in combination with the flow of semen from his arse was taking his mind from the pain.

Kane, however, was not done. He stood, and pulled Garet's head by the hair up to his groin.

"Suck," he commanded, "and don't try any funny business."

Garet swallowed hard, looking at the gleaming dick. It was lubricated with a mixture of pre-cum and jizz, and as he enveloped it with his lips it slid easily down into the recesses of his throat. He made a swallowing motion to pull it all the was in and past his gag reflex, which impressed Kane. His hips slowly bucked into his face as he built up speed, plunging the cock deep into himself.

Before long Kane was moaning again. He grabbed the base of his cock and balls, and creamed into Garet's throat and mouth. He withdrew as Garet struggled to swallow, and wanked as fast as he could. Garet could not swallow all of the cum, and some dribbled out onto his chin. Kane was panting, and as he inserted a finger into his own arse he was tipped over the edge.

He grabbed Garet's face as lowered the head of his prick onto it, squirting as his penis spasmed. Streaks of jizz laced his face, and after the sixth or seventh burst Kane crumpled onto the floor. Garet was in awe of the situation, the warm grid of semen elevating his to a state of pleasure and he came where he kneeled almost instantly. He too collapsed, falling once again into unconsciousness.

***

He awoke back in the alley, fully clothed and with his wallet full to the brim. He was completely disorientated, as it was long after night fall. He figured he must have fallen asleep, or have hit his head on something, and hallucinated a very disturbing occurrence. Bemused, he felt the thirst for a beer and a bed better than the cobblestone path. He left the alley and headed for the nearest tavern, not noticing the unusual waddle in his gait.