Chapter 1
Arriving

"Welcome everyone to the first ever Kingdom of Morcok LARP event," said Marcus standing before the group of around twenty men ranging from their late teens to late forties, "Some of you I know from other LARP events, while others I've met you online. Are there any of you who have never been to a LARP event before?"

Marcus was twenty nine and fit as could be due to his keen activities in adventure sports and other LARP events. his blond hair was cut short and his stubble stylishly rough. In the large dark tent about five hands raised above heads in the lantern light. The sun was setting quickly so Marcus needed to hurry up and explain before their guests arrived.

"OK well listen up," continued Marcus, "LARP stands for Live Action Role Play, it is basically theatre where we act, but also a game. The game consists of two groups, the players who live the adventures and the monsters who give the challenges and move the story along. You are the monsters and It is your job to attack the players and be killed by the players. The costumes you are already wearing are orcs, you will be given masks by Tom my right hand man."

Tom was Marcus best friend since collage. The two shared an interest in adventure sports and LARP events as well as other more taboo subjects. Tom was also blond and just as well built body wise. The two could be mistaken for brothers.

Another hand rose to get Marcus attention. A young blond lad around 17, rather short with a round face and rosey cheeked due to the cold evening air.

"Erm… I was under the impression this was a different sort of event than usual?"

"And your name is?" asked Marcus giving the lad a quick look up and down.

"Jason," replied the lad, "We met online."

"Hey Jason yeh, ok this is a different event than we are usually involved with," said Marcus, "you have all been invited because of our secret shared interest. Some of you I know are into it, others are just curious."

The tent was silent as the group of men fidgeted and nervously looked at each other.

"Last week it was my nephew's twelfth birthday," continued Marcus, "He has been to LARP events before and he would be placed in the kids area to do the dragon hunts and other such crap. This year he asked for something special for his birthday, to have a LARP event run specifically for him and two of his best friends."

Many of the men looked at Marcus and Tom confused, some even giving a disgruntled laugh under their breath.

"You mean to say you got us all the way out here in this forest at night, to babysit three boys while they play make believe?" said a stocky bearded gentleman in his early forties.

"Great to see you Derek," smiled Marcus, "My nephew said he wanted the event to be adult, that he and his friends want to be treated like adults, so my friends we will make sure they have a very adult adventure."

A few of the men giggled amongst them selves knowing already what Marcus had planned.

"Ok not long now before they arrive," said Marcus looking at his watch, "We've already sent our druid and his servants to meet them at the start camp fire. You guys need to finish getting your orc costumes on, grab a rubber sword or axe and Tom and I will take you to your encounter positions."

"When we are confronted in combat do we let them defeat us easily?" asked Jason picking up an orc mask, "how many hits do we take before we go down and what if we capture them?"

"Start off with just a few hits," replied Marcus, "If they act heroic then go down easy, if they are stupid enough to get captured then you can do what ever you want to them."

"What ever we want?" asked Derek stroking his beard with a grin.

"Like what?" asked Jason still not getting the picture.

"Well what would a bunch of horny orcs do if they captured a young human?" added Tom.

"Rape the the hell out of them," groaned Derek fondling himself through the big scraggy costume pants he was wearing.

The rest of the men in the tent sniggered and laughed groping themselves. Even Marcus gave his bulge a quick tug at the thought of his nephew being ravaged by orcs.

"By the time they reach you they will think it's all part of the roleplaying experience," continued Marcus, "Plus the druid will make sure they are well prepared, so by all means ravage them, but on a serious note, if any of them suddenly decides they don't want to do something or time out of the game, then you stop what you are doing. Me, Tom and others will be watching so don't be a dick and don't get to carried away."

"But dude," replied Jason, "you're saying we can fuck your own nephew!?"

Jason's words made Marcus semi-hard cock twitch in his pants. In the past four years he had become so infatuated with his nephew, he adored the boy, and now he was going to give him the time of his young life and the thought made his boxers damp with precum.

"Ok they arrive soon," continued Marcus snapping out of his incestuious thoughts, "Any more questions ask either me or Tom on route to our encounter points, remember guys you are here to have fun giving them fun."

All the men in the tent cheered as they grabbed their masks and headed out into the darkening forest.

***

The car pulled away leaving three young human forms standing at the entrance to the forest with heavy backpacks on the ground by their sneakers. In the distance the boys could see a faint orange glow.

"Now what?" asked the boy on the right. He was the shortest of the group but well proportioned with short untidy fiery red hair. His face had a constant attitude about it with a smattering of freckles across his little nose. he wore a hooded top with distressed clone trooper logo and baggy three quarter length khaki shorts.

"Where are we supposed to put up the tent?" asked the boy on the left. His well kept raven dark hair catching the light of the moon with a sheen that made it look like black silk. He was not much taller than the redhead but his lithe skinny body made him appear much taller. He wore a striped open zipped top and dark green skinny jeans. His face was as pale as the moon with piercing dark eyes and thin delicate lips.

"My uncle said just head to the light," replied the middle boy. He was about the same hight as the raven-haired boy and while not as skinny as the other two, he was also not overweight in any respect. His blond shoulderlength hair caught the wind and blew in front of his eyes which he removed by flicking his head to reveal bright blue eyes rosey cheeks and strewberry coloured lips. This boy was also wearing a hooded top with a dragon illustration and scruffy baggy jeans which were torn at the knee.

"Aww man," said the redhead, "we gotta drag our stuff all the way over there?"

"Dude, shut up," snapped back the taller blond boy, "its not that far come on."

The three twelve-year-olds made their way towards the orange glow in the forest dragging their heavy backpacks through the bracken over rocks and logs.

"This sucks," moaned the redhead struggling to pull his pack over a large fallen log, "you said this was gonna be an awesome event, a proper adult event, I didn't think that meant lugging my shit all over the woods."

"I can't wait to get to the player camp," said the soft spoken raven-head boy, "so we can set our stuff up and start this game."

"Erm guys," said the blond boy who had stopped walking leading the other two to look ahead,"I think we have already started."

In front of the three boys was a raging campfire spitting embers up into the branches above. Through he flickering flames they saw a bald headed man stood the other side of the fire. He was tall and wore a thin druid's robe that was open down the front revealing his naked man flesh. His arms outstretched holding a staff in his right hand and a skull in the other. His long brown beard was matted with what looked like blood and his arms and chest were covered in dark red swirling patterns that snaked down to a large flaccid cock that swung in the light of the flickering flames.

"Welcome chosen ones to the Kingdom of Morcok," cried the druid with enthusiastic acting, "We have been waiting for you, and now you be here to save the Kingdom from the evil Lord Balor."

The three twelve-year-olds stood stunned into silence as they watched the druid's big cock swing from side to side as the bearded painted man expressed each word with exaggerated movements. None of them had ever really seen a naked adult in person before, only in books and on tv.

"Come sit with me by the warmth of the fire," continued the druid with a grin, "You must prepare for your quest."

The boys smiled at each other sharing excitement at how cool this event was starting. The druid picked up a long pipe with dangling ribbons and feathers then proceeded to take a drag from it. Lowering the pipe the druid exhaled before handing it to the raven-haired slim boy.

"When you smoke from this pipe you will become who you were meant to be in order to save this kingdom from its evil overlords."

The boy looked at his friends hesitantly before lifting the pipe to his delicate lips and taking a breathe. As the boy exhaled his head felt drowsy and his body started to feel heavy. The druid stood up with arms stretched exposing his swinging large druid cock to the boys again.

"Now choose a name of which to sing of your heroic deeds?" roared the druid.

"Erm…," replied the raven-head boy, "Medwin."

"Medwin," shouted the druid into the night sky, "The ranger, quick on your toes, quiet and a master with a bow."

The druid whose cock had noticeably started to grow larger then motioned for his servant Maliki to pass the pipe across to the next boy. The redhead giggled as he took a puff of the pipe as he watched the druids member start to swing rather than dangle.

"Now choose a name of which to sing of your heroic deeds?" roared the druid thrusting his engorged cock from side to side in front of the boys.

"Kern," replied the short redhead, "my name will be Kern."

"Kern, the name of the horned god of the hunt," shouted the druid into the night sky, "The warrior, steadfast, fearless, master of steel."

Kern's freckled nose wrinkled as he gave a giggle while passing the pipe to the third and final boy. The blond liked his lips as he watched the druid's erect cock glisten in the fire light before taking his puff of the pipe. His world became dizzy as the effects took hold of his small body.

"Now choose a name of which to sing of your heroic deeds?" growled the druid flexing his twitching hungry cock at the blond boy.

"My name's Finn," replied the blond boy licking his lips involuntarily as the world seemed to blur and slow down.

"Finn," shouted the druid into the night sky, "The mage, wise, caring and considerate, master of the wyrd magik."

"This is so kool," giggled Kern falling backwards to lay on the leaves of the ground.

Maliki lay back on his elbows as the drowsy feeling sunk his body into the ground mesmerised the the precum dripping cock of the druid. Suddenly the boys were aware of three other men by their side. The men in their mid twenties where completely naked with shaven heads and their skin were painted white with black celtic swirls. Servants of the druid.

"Now it is time to leave your other worldly possessions behind," said the druid, "and cast your old identities into the fire."

The servants started to pull off the boys modern clothes which was easy in their stoned relaxed state.

"You what?" questioned Kern resisting at first but eventually just letting the men undress his drowsy body. "Why we gotta be naked?"

"So you can be tested," replied the druid as he watched his servants pull off sneakers, socks, shorts and underwear from the limp boys, "only one of you can destroy Lord Balor's power, the other two must protect the chosen on his journey."

Finally all three boys were completely naked and left laying on the blanket of leaves with legs wide open revealing their boy cocks to the excited druid. He walked around the fire to stand directly in front the the naked giggling boys and took a moment to look them up and dow.

Medwin had small balls in a soft smooth pouch that while resting back propped up on elbows with legs wide open hung low over his taint. His thin legs crossed at the ankles where his small feet wiggled their long toes in the heat of the fire. The druid cast his eye back up to the raven-head's flaccid boy cock which was about 4 inches [10 cm] thin and long which included a dangling foreskin and as pale as the rest of his milky body.

The redhead Kern was also skinny but well muscled for a twelve-year-old. Freckles spattered over his shoulders but the rest of his body was a smooth pale cream. The warrior's cock was a fat two and a half inches [6 cm] that hung over two large balls in a round plump sack. Everything about this boy was well proportioned, not to long, and not to short, including his small feet and little toes. As Kern unconsciously opened and closed his milky boy thighs in his stoned drowsy laid back position the druid's cock suddenly dribbled more precum.

Finn was sitting cross legged. The biggest of the three boys in terms of weight, his boy cock was no exception. Three and a half inches [9 cm] of fat twelve-year-old cock that lay over plump balls that had just started to hang low. Out of the three Finn was the only one with a tiny fluffy hint of blond hair either side of his pubic mound. The others were smooth and all three were uncut.

The boys watched open mouthed as their clothes were thrown on t he fire. The druid's wet cock was so close to Finn's open mouth he could feel the boy's small breaths across its head. He nodded to his servants who each took a boy in their arms and carried them on shoulders to a makeshift tent.

"Now it is time to find the chosen one," cried the druid grabbing his cock and stroking it gently as he watched the three naked boys being carried into the tent.

Inside the tent were three blankets on the ground and one by one the boys were placed belly down on them.

"What they gonna do now?" whispered Kern to his two friends.

"Dude," said Medwin as one of the servant men knelt beside his back, "this is the craziest event I've ever been to."

"Told you it would,' smiled Finn as he felt hands start massaging down his back, "My uncle's the best… mmmmmmmm"

The servants used oils to lather up the three boys, rubbing and squeezing every part of their young bodies. Tickling and fondling every little space. In their drowsy hazy state the big hands roamed over their thighs, cupping their bubble butt cheeks and running fingers along their cracks probing their virgin holes. Then all three were rolled over onto their backs, their little cocks all hard as nails from the stimulation. The servants rubbed their large hands up and down the writhing boy bodies.

Kern was openly grunting, his little freckled face scrunched up as his three inch [8 cm] erection was flicked and brushed against by the massaging hands. Finn watched his smaller redhead friend with interest. He had never seen his friend this way before, naked and writhing in sexual excitement and it sent a thrill up his body. He felt his legs being pushed back and could not believe it when a warm wet tongue started to lick from his hole over his perineum across his balls, along his smooth shaft to the top of his four inch cock that twitched with excitement. Finn lay his head back wondering where his uncle found these men to monster this special LARP event.

A giggly moan to his left caused Finn to open his eyes quickly to see Medwin. The servant massaging the slim darkhaired boy had discovered his weakness for having his toes sucked and was gently tonguing three of Medwin's digits while running his hands from the boy's legs to his thighs. The tickling sensation caused Medwin's four inch [10 cm] thin nail to twitch uncontrollably.

Outside the druid stroked his erection as he heard the high pitched whimpering and heavy breathing coming from inside the tent. The servants rubbed more oil onto their hands then lifted back the boys' hard cocks and soft ball pouches to drip oil down over their taints before rubbing the oil down along the smooth boy cracks and into their virgin puckers.

Finn's eyes shot open as he felt something hard push at his hole. He saw Kern look back at him panting as a long cock shaped object carved from either bone or horn was teased into the redhead's little ass. Kern smiled then moaned as he was gently impaled and Finn felt what he assumed to be a similar object push past his rim and enter him. The feelings Finn felt was overwhelming from slight pain to pleasurable itching and all out full body tingles as his ass was opened up fucked the servants cock shaped horn.

Suddenly Medwin gave out a high pitched cry as his body shook uncontrollably. His back arched and his feet pushed his body hips into the air as far as he could. The servant removed the cock shaped object from the boy's creamy white ass letting his body slump to the ground spent and exhausted.

Finn could feel his own orgasm on its way. He had masturbated in bed hundreds of times already so knew all to well what being on the edge of an orgasm felt like. He felt the servant push the object further up inside tickling a spot inside of him that he had never felt before sending him right on the verge of cumming.

Suddenly Kern erupted into a fit of swearing as his small body shook kicking out his legs so much that the servant had to hold down his ankles as the boy came down from his cum. At the announcement of Kern's orgasm Finn's pleasure was immediately withdrawn from his cute rear end and the massager touched no more.

"Fuck, shit, fuck," panted Kern as the horn carved cock was removed from his stretched bubble butt. The servant gently stroked the redhead's smooth chest as the boy got his breath back.

"Hey," whined Finn, "what about me, I haven't cum yet!"

The boy's cock was still rock hard and so close to orgasm that Finn intuitively reached for his penis to finish the job but the servant hit his hand away then pored cold water over his front. Finn yelled in shock, stood up and ran out of the tent closely followed by his two companions while the servants stayed inside the tent.

"So you are the chosen one," shouted the druid with glee as Finn arrived by the camp fire to dry off and warm up, "It is you who will defeat Lord Balor."

Medwin and Kern both flopped down by the fire with their friend. Finn's erection had wilted in the shock of the cold water but all three boys saw that the druid was openly stroking his cock fiercely as he stood talking in front of Finn.

"Your quest is to find your way to the encampment at Ragnar," continued the druid, "there you will find Lord Balor with his army or orcs preparing to spread across the land of Morcok."

The druids words became heavier with breathes as he looked down at the still naked twelve-year-olds.

"As the chosen one you must remain pure," he said looking directly at Finn while stepping forward, his cock almost touching Finn's soft lips,"that means you can not loose your virginity nor may you cum before your meeting with Lord Balor. If you spread your seed or loose your virginity then you will fail, understood?"

"Yes sir," replied Finn as he watched a line of precum drip from the druid's cock and without realising licked his lips. This innocent action sent the druid over the edge shooting spurt after spurt of hot druid cum over Finn's chest and even as far as the two boys behind who jumped at the sudden display. A few moments past as the druid regained his composure.

"Well my young adventurers," said the druid reaching out to gently stroke the side of Finn's cum-covered face, "We better find you something to wear as we don't want you confronting orcs naked."

All three boys giggled.

Chapter 2
Attack of the orcs

Marcus arrived at the monsters tent just as the druid returned scrubbing the painted red swirls from his skin. The monster tent was where all the various costumes, props and makeup was kept for the many encounters the monster crew would have to do.

"Soooo," said Marcus laying out some peasant costumes, "how did it go, did they give you any trouble?"

"Are you kidding me," replied the man who played the druid, "that nephew of yours is a real honey, fuck I still can't believe spurted on his cute face."

The druid's cock started to stiffen again as he thought back to the last half hour. Marcus gave a quick smile handing the druid his next costume.

"Did he become the chosen one?" asked Marcus rummaging through notebooks on at table.

"Oh yes," replied the druid pulling up the peasant pants and tying the rope around his waist, "All three are fully lubed up and ready, almost thought the redhead was going to be the chosen. Oh man that redhead, fucking cutest little ass, could dine on that sweet little ass all night."

"Hey, focus," laughed Marcus, "did they like the costumes?"

"Sure did," groaned the druid, "All dressed up and heading down the path towards orc encounter one. I hope those orcs can control themselves, because fuck those boys are so dam…"

"It'll be fine," Interrupted Marcus handing the druid a list, "You're a tavern keeper now, here's a list of things you need to know. Once those being orcs at the first encounter have finished I'll send them to join you at the tavern as extra atmosphere. I'm sure they will want somewhere to release their pent up frustrations."

"So am I a barman now or a brothel owner?" asked the druid raising his eyebrows with a grin, "Do I serve real alcohol?"

"The tavern is already set up," replied Marcus, "and there should be crates of bottled mead under the back table. This is where the event will end for the night."

Just then the three shaven-head men who had been the massage servants entered the tent naked and dripping wet after using buckets of water to wash white skinpaint off each other.

"Come on lads," shouted the druid as Marcus threw more peasant clothes at them to catch, "I'm a tavern keeper now, so lets go get the party started to welcome those three little darlings."

***

Deep in the forest three sets of young bare feet gently stepped over a dry mud footpath. The surrounding trees and bushes cast dark shadows in the flickering light of flaming torches.

"I can't believe they gave us proper torches," said Kern who was leading the way through the dark forest, "My parents would never have let me come to this event if they had known I'd be unsupervised with fire."

Kern's new costume was that of a pictish warrior. Bare chested except for two leather straps that crisscrossed the centre of his chest and reached over his shoulders to support a carrier for his rubber role-playing axe and shield. Around his waist hung a soft brown leather kilt with a belt that covered his midsection down to just above his pale knees showing his well defined legs all the way down to his soft bare feet. On his wrists were little brown leather bracers with celtic swirls carved into them laced with thonging.

"You think that's the thing that would make your parents stop you coming to this event?" giggled Finn following Kern close behind.

Finn's costume comprised of a one piece grey tunic that stopped just below his knees. Over his shoulders hung a dark blue hooded cloak as well as a shoulder bag full of pieces of paper that had spells written on them. As he followed Kern's footsteps across the path he also held a flaming torch as well as a simple wooden staff.

"Not the fact we just got jerked off by three guys," piped up Medwin from behind the other two, "not to mention wearing costumes with no underwear?"

Medwin was the only one whose costume actual had armour. Granted it was only a thin soft dark green leather chest cover and shoulder pads but it still looked more protection than what the others were wearing. Under the leather was a simple long sleeved dark blur tunic which came down to just below his waist. On his thin legs he wore tight fitting dark brown leather breeches that were laced down the sides by thonging and ended loose around the shins leaving his lower legs and bare feet exposed. On his back was a quiver of role-play arrows that had large foam ends to stop anyone really being hurt when fired from his bow which he carried in one hand and a flaming torch in the other.

"At least you are wearing something like pants," snapped back Kerne, "I feel the wind around my balls every time I step."

"Yeh me too," giggled Finn, "I can feel my dick hanging loose under my robes, I kinda like it though."

"Yeh me too," replied Kern with a cheeky grin, "I feel my dick rubbing against the leather, makes me hard."

"Hey shut up!" yelled Finn pushing down the front of his tunic, "I'm not allowed to cum remember, so don't make me get hard by talking about stuff like that!"

"Calm down dude," giggled Kern, "Med and I will make sure you stay a virgin."

"Well what do we have here lads?" came a bellowing voice from the darkness ahead, "Looks like three little peasant boys lost in the woods all by themselves."

All three boys bunched up and lifted their torches to reveal six or seven orcs standing with weapons drawn in the pathway. The orcs joked amongst themselves as the boys seemed stunned into silence, frozen on the spot.

"What shall we do with them lads?" grunted the lead orc hoping to snap the boys out of their stage frightened state, "I thinks we make a big fire and cook them on a spit, shove the pike right throughs them, what you think lads, peasant boy kebabs."

"We ain't peasants!" shouted Kern finally remembering the point of a Roleplay-Event, "I'm a mighty warrior and these are my companions and we are on an important quest."

"Important quest aye?" sniggered the lead orc, "and what important quest might that be?"

"To find an defea… MMMFFFF," Kern's sentence muffled as Finn's hand reached round to cover his friends mouth.

Behind Finn Medwin had put his torch out and climbed a nearby tree setting an arrow in his bow.

"It's secret we can't tell you," shouted Finn.

"Well in that case we'll just have to find away to make you talk," replied the lead orc, "and I so love making little humans talk, GET THEM!"

Finn had already released Kern who had dropped his torch while reaching for his axe and shield moments before the orcs charged. The first orc swung a foam club that hit Kern's shield, the boy then retaliated with an upward swing of his rubber axe to the orc's chest, the warrior boy's arm and leg muscles flexing as he yelled a battle cry. The orc screamed in pain falling backwards to the ground as two more orcs followed with big swords.

"I summon Repel Evil!" shouted Finn with arms and fingers out stretched. The two orcs reacted to the cast spell by throwing themselves backwards tumbling over each other in the imaginary magic blast. Before they could stand up again there was a cry of 'poison' and two arrows had been shot at them from the Ranger in the tree hitting both in the backs and keeping them on the ground writhing in supposed pain.

A fourth and fifth orc appeared jumping over their fallen comrades. Kern deflected a sword strike with his shield and swung his axe. The forth orc managed to parry Kern's axe which surprised the boy as the orc wrapped its large rag covered arms around him and dragged Kern to the floor.

"Poison!" again shouted Medwin firing another arrow from his vantage point in a tree at the fifth orc missing its head by inches. The surprised orc turned and lost balance landing at the bare feet of Finn causing the young mage to stumble and fall backwards. The orc looked up to find Finn's tunic had ridden up revealing his smooth soft legs and the man behind the orc mask poked his lustful tongue out through mouth slit.

Meanwhile the fourth orc had hoped to pin the little warrior's body to the ground, but Kern was far to quick and was soon wriggling out from under the orc and jumping on its back. Reaching for his role-play rubber dagger Kern swiftly hugged the orc from behind wrapping his legs around to the front locking his feet together by the ankles and ran the rubber foam dagger across the orcs neck. Feeling the action the orc made over the top gurgling noises and seemed to take for ever to fall to the side with Kern still wrapped around it.

Finn tried to push the advancing orc away from him with his bare feet but that just allowed the orc to grab his ankles and start pulling the boy towards it. orcish rubber hands felt Finn's legs up and under his tunic. He struggled to get away as the rubbering fingers touched his loose dangling boy bits before he suddenly remembered he was a mage. As the fingers started to touch under his balls and rub along his young still well oiled hole Finn frantically searched through his pouch of spells while his boy cock stiffened.

"I summon Frozen Body!" shouted Finn and the orc reluctantly stopped his fingering of the young mage but also did not remove the fingers pushing against Finn's virgin pucker.

Finn was breathing heavily and gently slid back off the frozen orc's arm that had reached far up his tunic. Suddenly Kern's axe slammed down on the frozen orc's back signalling monsters game over.

"Well well," said the sixth and final orc standing, "You may have defeated my comrades but I am UrkLork the mighty and I…."

A foam tipped arrow hit the final orc square in the face mid sentence to which it had no choice but to react by falling abruptly backwards writhing on the ground.

"Sorry!" said the soft spoken Medwin from up in a tree, "I didn't mean to hit him in the face."

***

Moments later the men dressed as orcs returned to the monsters tent to be greeted by Marcus. They had already removed their orc masks and were chatting with lustful enthusiasm about the first battle encounter.

"Well lads how did it go?" asked Marcus handing out peasant costumes, "Did they manage to stay virgins?"

"Bastard orc hands!' cursed the stocky bearded Derek, "I almost had my finger up your nephew's sweet pucker and could not feel a damn thing due to these rubber gloves!"

"Do we have to wear the gloves?" asked young Jason, "Can't we like just paint our hands green or something."

"I guess that would be ok," replied Marcus grinning at his crew of horny men, "While you are at it, you might as well paint your cock green too."

Marcus patted Jason on the shoulder while the group laughed. Derek took the moment to grope the blushing teenager's bulging pants as he made his way past to drop his mask and rubber weapons in a designated pile.

"If painting my cock means I can take it out and fuck those little bubble butts next battle, then show me the damn paint!" said a rather tall slim darkhaired man in his late twenties.

"Especially that redhead," said another of the group openly stroking his big cock after removing his orc costume, "fuck me, that small leather kilt is such a tease, every time he jumps in the air you get a flash of his sexy backside as the kilt flips up."

"The kids got some balls too," chimed in Derek with a grin, "and I just mean bravery, boys got a nice sized soft package, a real mouth fall."

All six men were now in a state of self fondling as their imaginations filled their heads of lustful images involving the three young adventurers.

"Ok snap out of it," said Marcus raising his voice, "The boys will be arriving at the second orc encounter soon, then if they survive they will reach the tavern to stay the night. I need you guys to dress up as peasants and warriors who are staying at the tavern. There should be mead and entertainment so just relax and get into a role and enjoy yourself. You can even go ahead and relieve yourself of any pent up frustration before the boys arrive."

"Oh I will," said Derek putting his arm around Jason's shoulders pulling the seventeen year old in to a hug and taking a long sniff of the teenager's scent.

"Oh no you don't," said Marcus pushing in between the two, "I have an important role for Jason, so he has to stay here I'm afraid."

"Spoil sport," laughed Derek as he picked up a tankard from the prop box, "Ok lets get to that Tavern, I need a drink!"

***

"That was so cool how you cast that first spell," said Kern with glee as the three boys continued their trek down the footpath, "you was like raghhh, repel evilll peeewwwwww, you should just use that all the time."

"I can't go using spells all the time," replied Finn, "I only got a certain amount in my bag, when I cast one I have to throw away the bit of paper it's written on."

"Aww well that's just gay," said Kern scrunching up his nose in disgust,"Unlike me who can kick ass inde… indiff… indiffininy."

"You mean indefinitely," smiled Medwin again following up the rear.

"That's what I said," sneered Kern, "Indifinerly."

"Shut up," replied Medwin.

"No, you shut up!" shot back Kern annoyed.

"No, I mean listen," said Medwin quietly with concern on his face, "I hear voices."

All three boys stood in silence, the flames lighting up their young faces as they stared at each other. Sure enough they heard the sound of other voices and quickly put the torches out.

The boys then quietly crouched and moved through the bushes until they came to a small clearing containing an orc camp. Medwin counted nine orcs in total. Five were patrolling the parameter while three sat by a fire laughing and discussing the differences between Lord of the Rings books and films. The the ninth and biggest orc emerged from a tent.

"Hey get into character you scum," shouted the lead orc, "them boys should be here any minute and if you want to feast on their butts, you better be ready for em!"

The orcs by the fire groaned and made orc grunting noises to signify being in character. The orcs walking around the edge of the clearing all looked over and laughed.

"Ha," sniggered Kern, "as if they could eat our butts."

"Look you guys," whispered Medwin, "there are at least nine of them, I don't think we can take them on like the last lot."

"Then what should we do?" asked Finn.

"Sneak attack," replied Medwin, "Take em out one by one."

"Cool, assassins creed style," grinned Kern.

"So you guys sneak around the sides and take out the patrolling orcs," said Finn, "And then we all attack the ones by the fire together yeh?"

"I'll go this way, you go that way," commanded Kern to Medwin.

The Ranger and the Warrior quietly made their ways around the sides of the clearing while the Mage sat where he was waiting for the right moment.

Kern saw his first orc victim walk stand right in front of him. The orc was fairly short and stocky in size leaning against a rubber spear that bent slightly as he put his weight on it. Slowly and quietly Kern crept on the tips of his bare footed toes just out of the bush he had been hiding, then jumped on the back of the orc pulling it backwards.

"Knock out!" he said as the orc's body fell on top him winding the boy just a little.

The little warrior boy carefully stepped a foot over the knocked out orc and crouched slightly waiting for the moment to strike the next orc. The man pretending to be a knocked-out orc however was rewarded with a view up the inside of a small leather kilt revealing a little plump soft boy pouch and dangling cock that nestled beside a perineum that bridged to the smooth crack that separated the young boy's round buttocks. He stuck his tongue out the mask mouth piece as far as he could to lick the unsuspecting boy's undercarriage but unfortunately he was not quick enough and was left frustrated as the boy moved away to find the next orc.

On the other side of the clearing a patrolling orc decided to head into the bushes.

"Greg, I'm just going for a piss," said the orc fishing his pink cock out of his pants and letting the stream hit a tree.

"Ok careful you don't piss on one of those kids," joked the other orc.

Suddenly Medwin dropped from the tree onto the pissing orc's back wrapping his legs around its waist and running his rubber dagger over the orc's neck. The orc didn't even have time to put his cock back in his pants before he felt two young feet pressed against it as he fell to the ground.

For a moment Medwin stayed wrapped around the orc feeling its thick cock twitching and starting to stiffen under his toes. The boy flexed his toes along the meaty shaft a few times before being interrupted by the orc's comrade searching for his friend. Medwin unlocked his legs and rolled away causing the dead orc to groan in disappointment.

"What the fuck," said the orc's comrade as he stumbled through the bushes to find his friend on the floor with his hard cock sticking out his pants, "are you having a wank out here?"

"They are here!" came a sudden cry from the other side of the clearing, "to arms!"

Kern had stumbled as he tried to sneak up on his second orc and had no choice now but to fight it openly alerting the remaining five orcs to his presence.

The orc who had just found his erect friend laying in the bushes suddenly felt a weight on his back and heard the words 'Knock Out' whispered in his ear by Medwin before falling to the floor next to his erect comrade.

"Die orc scum!" shouted Kern as he swung his axe against an orcs deflecting club. His boyish arms flexing and bulging their small muscles in the flickering torch light as he battled.

"Theres another one over there!" shouted the lead orc pointing towards Finn who had crept up to a pile of logs by the fire, "capture these boys and do what ever you want."

The lead orc then felt a small body jump on his back and heard the familiar 'knock out' command. Medwin rolled off the fallen orc and looked around for his friends. Kern had been jumped and pinned by the orc he was fighting while Finn was currently being circled by three hungry looking orcs. The Ranger grabbed his bow from his back and and loaded an arrow aiming for the orc holding down Kern and pulling its hard cock from its pants, but before he could loose the arrow he was grabbed from behind and flipped over to see the lead orc had regained consciousness.

The lead orc reached down under the tunic and grabbed the crotch of Medwin's tight fitting breeches tearing away the thin material leaving a hole that exposed the boy's hairless cock and balls. In alarm Medwin pulled his rubber knife from his belt and started repeatedly stabbing the lead orc frantically in its chest.

Kern struggled to get away from the orc pinning him to the ground. He felt the orc's weight on his back and managed to push himself up onto all fours. Thats when he felt the orc's hard cock slide along the crack of his boy butt under the leather kilt and gasps as he felt the tip of the orc's dripping cock head start to push just a little way into him. The warrior boy and the orc froze briefly panting for breathe in the heat of battle. Then Kern grinned using the moment to grab his axe and swing it round knocking the horny orc aside. The boy stood over the orc seeing its pink cock out on display and moved his hand behind under the kilt feeling the precum left on his butt cheeks. His little warrior cock rose slightly with a twitch as he suddenly realised with eyes wide open.

"This orc tried to butt fuck me! they are butt fucking orcs!" shouted Kern, "Quick Medwin we have to protect the virgin!"

Medwin had finally pushed the body of the lead orc off him and pulled his tunic down to cover up the hole in his breeches. He jumped to his feet to find Finn being wrestled to the floor by three orcs each fishing their cocks out of their pants.

"Um… GU… GUYS!" shouted Finn struggling and kicking his legs, "a little help please!"

Two of the orcs held Finn's ankles and pulled apart his legs while the third orc pushed up the Mage's tunic to reveal smooth naked skin. The boy's cock waggling about as he twisted and turned his pelvis in an attempt to wriggle loose.

"Stop," shouted Kern leaping towards the group, "leave his virginity alone RAGGHHHH!"

Kern's axe hit the orc just as it was lining its cockhead up with Finn's boyhole. It reluctantly fell to the side with a sigh. The remaining two orcs saw Kern's body leap towards them swinging his axe like a kid on acid and released Finn's ankles letting his legs drop to the floor. Kern's axe struck one orc who rolled backwards tangled up in his dropped pants. The remaining orc sat on its haunches with hands in the air as if to give it self up. Kern stood poised to strike clutching his axe in both hands but paused when he was the orc's big throbbing cock poking out from its pants dripping long threads of precum. The orc looked at the boy stood before him pretty much naked except for his thin leather kilt, from the small boy feet up the smooth legs over the flat belly with its little indent of a navel and tiny nipples before seeing the grinning face of the cute freckled redhead. It was all to much for the Horney orc as his cock erupted with rope after rope of creamy thick cum. Kern jumped back as cum splattered on his feet while the rest fell across Finn's exposed naked body. The orc groaned with relief but was abruptly knocked onto his back by a role-play arrow to the face.

"Sorry," came the voice of Medwin not far away, "I didn't mean to hit him in the face!"

Kern moved forward to stand over Finn. The Mage was on his back with his robes still pushed up to his neck. Kern felt a twinge again under his warrior kilt as he looked at his exposed vulnerable friend covered in fresh orc cum.

"Are you ok?" asked Kern reaching out his hand.

"Yeh thanks," replied Finn finally pulling down his tunic to wipe away the sticky cum and cover his boy bits before accepting Kern's hand to help pull him to his feet, "Virginity still intact."

"Mine too," grinned Kern.

"Mine also," said Medwin joining them, "though the leader dude ripped a whole in me pants."

Medwin then lifted the front of his tunic to reveal his little cock and balls dangling out the front of his breeches causing all three of the boys to burst out laughing as they rejoined the footpath.

***

Back at the monster tent Marcus walked about the organising props and costumes while Jason stood leaning back against a table covered in orc masks.

"So what is it you need me for?" asked seventeen year old casually as he held and examined an orc mask.

Marcus turned to the teenager and grinned.

"You are the Woodsman," he replied standing in front of Jason, "tomorrow they will find you used and abused by orcs."

"Used and abused?" gulped Jason looking up directly into Marcus eyes.

"Yeh," continued Marcus lowering his voice and leaning closer to the teenager," orcs will have ravaged your body and held you captive for their pleasure."

There was a moment of silence as the two looked at each other. Jason was almost sat on the table while Marcus stood between the boys legs. Marcus could sense the teens nervous excitement and Jason had an aura of awkward nerdy vulnerability that excited him.

"You need to get an idea how your character will be," whispered Marcus leaning even closer just an inch away from Jason's lips, "feel what it's like to have had a cock up inside you all night.

"H… how can I do that," stuttered Jason with quivering lips.

Marcus then stepped away and propped himself back against a table the other side of the tent with his armed crossed.

"Strip," he commanded, "get naked now."

Jason looked around quickly as he blushed in confusion.

"Go on lad," encouraged Marcus,"don't be shy, you are more good looking than you probably think, and I'm not the only guy here who thinks it."

Jason's expression turned to surprise at the compliment and took a deep breathe before lifting his leg up to remove his boots and socks before reaching up up to remove his tunic. The teen's body wasn't thin and toned, but he also wasn't overweight, just boyishly average. Jason stood topless blushing with his arms by his side glancing quickly at Marcus who nodded for him to continue. The teenager then untied his belt and in one swift motion pushed his pants and grey boxer shorts to the ground finally kicking them free from his feet to stand naked before the older man.

Marcus took a moment to check out the the nerdy teenager's slowly rising cock. It was short and fat surrounded by a small soft bush of blond pubes and as it grew, displayed a slight upward curve. Marcus stepped forward cupping Jason's smooth hairless balls causing the teen to gasp in surprise.

"You ever been with a man, Jason?" asked Marcus leaning in close to the boy's ear.

"N… no… no I haven't." stuttered Jason, "I've not been with anyone like this."

"But you want to don't you?" grinned Marcus moving his hand up to fondle the now fully erect teen cock."

"Y… yes, yes I do," groaned Jason as he was pushed backwards onto the table.

"We need to get you ready for your role as the woodman," said Marcus pushing his pants down releasing his own stiff throbbing cock before leaning forward mashing it against Jason's teenboy erection. The older man quickly pulled off his tunic before grabbing Jason's short hair, pulling the teens head back so he could plant his mouth onto the boy's for a hungry kiss. Jason writhed naked under the older man as new uncontrollable sensations coursed through his young body, gasping for breathe already as Marcus broke the kiss removing his tongue from the boy.

"You told me online you have a kid brother," questioned Marcus, "so you've never messed around with him?"

"No," replied Jason as he felt Marcus push his man cock against Jason's teen meat.

"Why not?" asked Marcus grabbing both his own cock and the teenager's in his large right hand.

"Because he's only ten," groaned Jason closing his eyes as Marcus stroked the cocks between them.

"I bet you've thought about it," continued Marcus reaching over to the druid's special lube oils and dripping a generous amount over his and Jason's throbbing cocks, letting it trickle down over the teens virgin puckered hole, "I bet you've dreamt about fucking your little brother's tiny hole haven't you."

"M… Maybe, mmmmm," groaned Jason still with his eyes shut imagining his little brother naked.

"Is he a sexy dungeons and dragon nerdy boy like you?" asked Marcus lifting Jason's legs up and spreading either side of the table.

"Nooooo," moaned Jason softly as he felt fingers rub the oils into his hole, "He's mad on… mmmm… clone wars."

"Oh so a little Jedi Padawan," smiled Marcus gently massaging Jason's hole, "I'd like to execute order 69 on his youngling boypussy."

"You mean order 66?" asked Jason opening his eyes briefly,

"Nagh," replied Marcus removing his fingers, "Order 66 was for the troops to kill all the Jedi, Order 69 was to fuck all the young Padawans."

At that moment Marcus shoved his throbbing cock as far as he could into Jason's virgin arse causing the teen to suck in a deep breathe of air and exhale in a painful moan. Marcus then pulled out before pushing back into Jason a again grabbing the teen's ankles to push the boy's legs open wider.

"Yeh," groaned Marcus as he repeatedly plunged back and forth into the teenager under him, "We could run a clone wars event just for your little brother, you can watch us as storm troopers catch your kid brother, strip him naked and bast his mouth full of imperial cum."

"Mmm ooo yeeehh," moaned Jason as the older man's cock ravaged away his virginity while imaging his younger brother being fed cum by half naked storm troopers, "oh fuck thats hot, aww yeh bro."

"Or maybe your brother would prefer it how im doing his older brother right now," whispered Marcus leaning close by Jason's ear as his cock slid deep into Jason's slick ass sending a charge through the teen's prostate. "Imagine that Jason, your kid brother riding my hot sith lightsabre deep up his ten-year-old ass."

"Oh yeh oh yeh, so hot," cried Jason as he imagined Marcus holding his naked younger brother up under the backs of his little knees, tiny feet bouncing as he's jolted up and down on Marcus thick pistoning man cock.

Soon Marcus felt it was time to cum in this newly de-flowed nerd. He started to gyrate his hips in long slow plunges, burying his cock until his trimmed pubes rested against Jason's pale butt cheeks. He ran his fingers through the teen's blond pubes before grabbing the boycock firmly and started to stroke gently as he again leaned forward to whisper in Jason's ear.

"Maybe… invite his entire… school class," suggested Marcus through his gentle thrusting, "Then we can all… FUCK their little Padawan butts… all night… mmmmm… until they turn to the dark side."

"Fuuuuuccccck," screamed Jason as images of his little brother and his school mates naked and moaning in their school class as they are fucked by grown men on the tables and the floor flashed through his mind pushing him over the edge, "Awwww yessss pleeeasseee."

Cum spurted forcefully from the teen's cock up his chest to his face and beyond as he tried to arch his back and push his ejaculating cock into the air. Marcus grabbed Jason's ankles tight and jabbed quickly into the writhing boy's clamping anal muscle. The sudden tightness gripped Marcus cock finally drawing out his orgasm releasing a torrent of man cum that spat into the warm insides of Jason's sexy ass. Spurt after spurt after spurt and then it was over.

For the next few minutes the two lay connected in post orgasmic bliss breathing heavily as occasional jolts of sensitivity sparked through each others bodies when ever the other moved. Eventually Marcus pulled away, his large flaccid cock dropping from Jason's stretched hole. He pulled his pants up still catching his breath and went over to another table to grab a bottle of water.

"What you are feeling right now," said Marcus between gasps of breath, "That's how your character needs to feel tomorrow."

Just then Tom entered the tent stopping as he sees Jason's spent naked teenage body just laying limply on the table gasping for breath.

"Theeeee, boys defeated all the orcs in the second wave," said Tom with a confused look on his face, "They are heading to the tavern now."

"Great," replied Marcus after taking another sip of bottled water, "tell the monsters to bed down for the night, there is already enough at the tavern plus I need orcs for early tomorrow."

"Ok sure thing," replied Tom pausing just as he was about to leave the tent and pointing over to Jason, "erm, can I have some of that too?"

"Be my guest," winked Marcus with a grin, "he's to be the Woodsman tomorrow so needs as much inspiration as he can get for his character."

Jason managed to lift his head up from laying on the table to see Tom stripping off his clothes to reveal another well toned muscled man with a big throbbing cock.

"Fuck I need this so bad," groaned Tom now fully naked, "especially after battling those three sexy assed brats."

Jason grinned as the large man approached him.

Chapter 3
The Ravaged Squire Tavern

The wind was beginning to pick up with leaves rustling in the light of the half moon. The woodland cast in a blue hue with deep black shadows. Not a single creature could be heard, except of course for three boys huddling together as they made their way down the dried muddy footpath. Their bare feet now beginning to feel the real chill of the night.

"It's getting real cold guys," said Finn blowing into his hands, "you think we should have stayed at that orc camp?"

"Not unless you wanted an orc dick up yu bum," replied Kern with a giggle, "besides, I'm almost naked just with this kilt and these chest strap things, but I'm not complaining about the cold."

"So them orcs wanted to bum me to get my virginity?" said Finn in realisation.

"Yeh for sure," replied Kern, "So me and Medwin gotta make sure they don't or the whole quest will be over, they can bum me and Medwin as much they want, but you we gotta keep virgin."

"Shut up!" said Medwin sternly.

"No you shut up," shouted back Kern.

"No I mean listen," replied Medwin, "I can hear music?"

The three stood still for a moment and sure enough the sounds of Irish bagpipes could be heard coming from ahead of the group. The boys' feet made little pitter patter sounds as they hurriedly made their way down the path which lead out into an area by a stream of water. It was in fact the ruins of an old mill house but part of it had been transformed into a building using large canvas and planks. There appeared to be a door and a small window from which an orange light glowed through. Above the makeshift door was a rocking sign with the painting of what looked like a knight in armour bending over a smaller figure. Across the top of the sign in fancy sign-writing were the words 'The Ravaged Squire Tavern'.

"You guys think think this is where we are supposed to arrive?" asked Medwin as Kern made his way to the window which was still part of the old mill wall. The little warrior stretched as high as his little toes would allow him and peered into the Tavern. Soon Medwin and Finn had joined Kern to peer into the tavern.

The room was long with wooden tables covered in large melted candles with benches along either side of them. At the back of the room was a large open fire beside which sat a plump bearded man in his forties playing the Irish pipes. He wore a large pointed hat with feathers and a cloak that was loose revealing his large hairy belly to the warmth of the fire. By the door was a table with two large barrels and an assortment of drinking tankards. Behind the table stood a man who had a striking resemblance to the druid the boys first met earlier that day.

There were probably about eight or nine other men in various states of undress wearing ragged torn clothes, their bodies dirty, grimy and sweaty. Some sat at the tables drinking and talking, others dancing haphazardly to the music while poring the contents of their tankards over each others naked flesh before licking it off. Kern giggled and pointed at two men who were totally naked, the larger more muscled one pushing his smaller slightly tubby partner against the wall as he fucked. The Mage and Ranger pulled the warrior reluctantly away from the window before making their way to the door.

"Urgh yeh," said the larger man as his ten inch [25 cm] engorged cock plunged into the submissive ass of his friend, "this is what I've been wanting to do all day to that little redheads cheeky ass."

The tavern owner smiled as he watched the two men come to a forceful climax resulting in the smaller man being pushed hard against the old bricks of the ruins, his cock spurting forth ropes of man cum against the wall. His ass filled with the warmth of the larger male gripping his hips tight with a long drawn out grunt.

The tavern owner's smile then turned to an expression of surprise as he suddenly noticed the three boys stood at the entrance to the tavern. For a moment he just gazed at their youthful beauty. The Ranger standing in his light armour slightly uncomfortable due to the torn hole in his breaches. The Mage dressed in just a simple tunic which had slid slightly off one shoulder looked as vulnerable as ever. And then there was the little warrior who stood at the doorway fidgeting on his bare feet still full of energy, the light of the fireplace dancing across his small toned exposed body casting shadow and definition on his young muscular physique.

The tavern owner felt his cock awaken in his medieval pants then shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Cum, cum my friends," bellowed the tavern owner with arms wide open and hands beckoning the youngsters into the warmth of the room. "Welcome fine adventurers to the Ravaged Squire Tavern, how can I be of service."

All the men of the tavern turned to cheer as the three twelve-year-olds walked over to the drinks table where the tavern owner stood. The table was quite high so the boys heads only just looked over the top.

"Haven't we met you before?" asked Kern scrunching up his nose, "you look a lot like a druid we met."

"Oh yes," chuckled the tavern owner, "that would be my twin brother."

The lame joke made all three boys giggle with smiles that melted the tavern owner's heart not to mention send a tingle through his stirring crotch.

"So what can I get you fine fellows," asked the tavern owner presenting the barrels with a wave of his left hand, "We have some of the finest mead in all of Morcok."

"Mead!?" perked up Kern, "what like, alcohol?"

"Exactly that my young warrior," winked the Tavern owner.

"Do you have any orange juice?" asked Medwin politely.

" Are you crazy?" screamed Kern, "dude they are letting us drink… Al… Co… Hol."

"But im only twelve," replied Medwin, "I'm not supp…"

"We would all like a pint of mead thanks mr tavern owner," insisted Kern pushing in front of Medwin and Finn to span his arms across as much of the table as possible.

The tavern owner chuckled to himself adjusting his stiffening cock before grabbing three tankards and filling them up from the barrels.

The view the peasant men could see from the other side of the room was of the rear ends of three short boys leaning with arms up against the table. Three pairs of bare feet fidgeting on the spot and Kern's kilt covered butt wiggling in anticipation of his first beverage of the night. The men nodded towards the boys and whispered lewd ideas into each other's ears, laughing while squeezing their bulging crotches.

"There you go lads," said the tavern owner pushing three full tankards into their little hands, "take a table and enjoy yourselves."

"Thank you sir," said Finn reaching into his bag and handing over a few game coins in payment for the drinks before turning to follow his friends.

Kern and Medwin had already run over to a table with excited grins while holding their mead filled tankards as if made of pure gold.

Suddenly Finn felt a presence of someone beside him and dropped his tankard as his body was swung around to face an angry peasant. The tankard hit the ground splashing its contents across the floor and soaking Finn's bare feet.

"I saw you with all that money in your pouch," said a large baldheaded man towering over the small Mage, "give us your bag, or else ill take it after I fuck that fine white ass of yours."

The peasant was dressed in worn pants that seemed a bit to tight for him showing off a huge bulge while on his muscular upper body he wore a torn scruffy waistcoat.

"I… I cant," shouted Finn, "it has all my spells in it."

"HEY," shouted Kern leaping from his place at the table and putting his body between the peasant and Finn, "that's my friend!"

The peasant sneered at Kern who was reaching for the roleplay axe on his back. Kern sneered back with an impish smile.

"If you're gonna fuck with my friend," said Kern, "then you're gonna have to fuck with me first."

"Mmmmm yehhhh," groaned the man as all sorts of images floated through his mind after Kern's statement, "here on the table would be great."

"Steve!" shouted the tavern owner, "Remember the rules Steve."

The peasant gave a large groaning sigh as he raised his arms and slowly backed away from Kern and Finn. The peasant then groped the stiff aching cock in his pants before returning to his own table to continue drinking.

"Are you ok?" asked Kern turning to face his friend.

"Douche made me drop my drink," whispered Finn with regret, "staying a virgin is harder than I expected."

Kern snorted a short giggle at Finn's words before offering his tankard.

"Here, you can have some of mine," said Kern with a smile before looking a bit more serious, "but only a little bit though."

"YOUNG WARRIOR," bellowed a voice across the room causing both Kern and Finn to jump.

"You doth remind me, so you do, of a young boy just as brave as you," said the bard picking up a harp and strumming the strings gently, "oh yes my boy, you remind me of Cullun the Mighty, the greatest warrior of these lands."

"Really?" asked Kern wide eyed with a cheeky grin.

Medwin had now joined the other two standing in the middle of the tavern. The bearded stocky man who had been playing the irish bagpipes was now stood pointing at Kern, with his cloak open and naked body on full display.

"Oh yes," replied the Bard, "you have the same fire in your eyes that Cullun possessed at your age, come all and sit by the warmth of the fire and ill tell you the story of how Cullun the mighty, no older than eleven summers of age defeated the Grand Master Draknu."

Kern grinned even more as he strolled forward to stand by the bard drinking his tankard of mead. Medwin and Finn sat down side by side on a bench amongst the group of men that had now gathered for the story.

"My tale starts many many a year ago when Cullun was just a boy unlike our young warrior here," said the bard nodding to Kern who blushed as he found himself at the centre of everyones attention, "One fateful day he awoke to find his settlement burnt to the ground and his parents and siblings being ravaged by orcs sent by the evil Draknu son of Balor to conquer the land of Morcok."

With the crackling fire, light plucking of the harp and flickering candles, it did not take long for Finn to become engrossed in the bard's tale. The tavern owner needed to nudge the boy a few times to gain his attention and hand the him another full tankard of mead.

"Cullun filled with rage," continued the bard, "stripped off all his fur clothes until he stood naked and marched right up to the orc in charge."

"Why?" asked Kern with a wobble, the mead beginning to loosen him up, "why did he get naked?"

"Ah you see," replied the bard leaning over to Kern, "When a true warrior faces his enemy naked, it is to tell their enemies that he is not afraid and has the gods on his side."

"Cool," said Kern clearly thinking about naked warrior men charging into battle with their swords raised high and meaty cocks swinging below.

"So are you?" asked the bard snapping Kern from his thoughts.

"Are I what?" replied Kern confused.

"Are you not afraid." said the bard turning to the crowd of men, "and do you have the gods on your side like Cullun at your age?"

The crowd cheered with tankards raised as Kern expressed a shy grin before taking another mouthful of mead while thinking. Moments later the little redhead stood up straight in front of everyone and shucked off the leather straps that crossed his chest over his shoulders letting them drop down his slim body to the floor. Then with one little hand Kern unbuckled his belt and let the leather kilt drop to bunch around his feet, stepping out to reveal his young naked body for the whole tavern to feast their eyes on.

The crowed erupted with another louder drunken cheer while Medwin and Finn half heartedly covered their eyes while giggling. Kern placed his hands on his hips and stood proud to show off his twelve-year-old smooth body and semi-erect young penis to the salivating men on the edge of their seats rubbing the bulges in their pants.

"So Cullun marched up to the lead orc," continued the Bard, "and stood just as you are now with hands on his hips thrusting his boyhood towards the orc leader. The orc leader saw the boy Cullun and decided to ravage him like its soldiers had done to his family. Taking out its thick ten inch [25 cm] green orc cock from it's pants it then proceeded to grab our hero Cullun and shove its hard green flesh into the upturned helpless boy."

Kern had a flashback of the fight at the orc camp and unconsciously reached round to rub his butt.

"The orc thrust in and out in and out," said the bard making thrusting motions with his stiffening bouncing bard cock in Kern's direction, "but instead of crying or screaming our hero Cullun showed no fear, in fact he yawned. This really upset the orc who found no matter how long he fucked he simply could not cum. The orc stepped up his fucking of the small boy's ass but eventually the orc gave up and pulled out of Cullun."

The dirty tale made Kern giggle as the tavern owner leaned over his shoulder and filled his tankard with more mead not without first stealing a quick feel of the naked warrior's soft but firm butt.

"You are are not a big enough orc to cum in me, said Cullun to the orc leader, find me a bigger orc. So the orc leader stuffed our hero Cullun into a sack and carried him to his master back at their great camp. There Cullun was pulled from the sack and placed naked in front of the orc captain."

The bard now placed the harp on the ground and gently pulled Kern in front of him. Kern could feel the heat of the flickering fire on his bare backside while his head started to feel drowsy from the mead.

"The orc captain saw the boy Cullun," said the bard stepping around Kern as if a farmer rating a piglet at a market, "and decided to ravage him. The captain pulled out its great green twelve inch [30 cm] cock that was much bigger than the previous orc and pushed its purple head deep into the Cullun's stretched hole."

The bard had moved behind Kern and was now rubbing his hard throbbing manhood up and down Kern's firm butt crack while holding the boy's narrow shoulders.

"In and out in and out the orc captain plunged," said the bard as the small crowd of peasant men started to pull out their hard flesh into the open air, "But our little hero Cullun did not cry or scream and the captain found as hard as he tried he could not cum. So again the cock was withdrawn and Cullun said to the captain, you are not a big enough orc to cum in me, find me a bigger orc."

Medwin could feel his little cocklett twitch through the torn hole of his breeches as he listened and watched the bard's tale, rubbing against the underside of this tunic. Suddenly he felt Finn stand up and quickly brush past him towards the tavern door. Looking back at the bard and Kern who was very much enjoying the bard's tale, Medwin decided to get up and check Finn was ok.

"So the orc captain put Cullun in a sack," continued the bard as Medwin left the crowd, "And took our hero to the orc general before removing him from the sack and standing him naked in front of the general. The general saw the boy Cullun and decided to ravage him."

Meanwhile outside the tavern Medwin searched the darkness as his eyes adjusted.

"Finn," he called out, "Finn you out here?"

Medwin heard a soft whimper come from around the side of the ruins. He followed the sound to find Finn sat on a stone with his tunic pulled up to his chin and his slender legs wide open with his young fingers pinching his cock sliding the foreskin up and down.

"NOOOO Finn Stop!" called out Medwin kneeling down in front of his friend, "are you crazy, the druid said you mustn't cum!"

"But it aches so much," whimpered Finn in discomfort, "all those orcs touching me and the story the bard is telling, it's all making me so hard, I need to cum, I have to cum!"

"No you can't," shouted Medwin grabbing Finn's wrists tight to stop his jerking movements, "If you cum then we loose it all."

The two sat in silence looking each other in the eye as Medwin still held on to his friend's wrists. Finn's smooth pink hard cock twitching every few seconds in the light of the moon, while his ballsack had risen tight against his body. The vapour of their breathes bellowing from their open mouths in the cold of the night. Both boys had the sudden urge to be closer. Medwin licked his lips leaving his dry mouth slightly open as he leaned forward. Finn's mind was spinning from the mead and the sexual tension that was driving him crazy as his friends lips gently and hesitantly brushed his. Then Medwin withdrew with a sudden idea and proceeded to punch Finn in his throbbing stiff dick and soft ballsack causing Finn to double over in pain.

"Yoooooou bastard," whined Finn in a higher pitched voice than usual, clutching his quickly softening cock and stinging balls. "I can't believe you just did that."

"Sorry dude," replied Medwin helping his friend up from the floor, "it's the only thing I could think of."

Medwin then supported Finn with an arm around his neck and helped him back to the tavern door to rejoin the bard's tale.

"So Cullun was pulled from the sack," continued the bard, "and placed in front of the Grand Master Draknu son of Balor."

Kern was now sat in the bard's lap with his feet dangling from his small legs either side of the bard's. The bard gently rubbing the warrior's hard penis up and down as he told the tale into the boy's ear. Kern seemed to be in a trance as were all the men in the tavern, naked and stroking their dripping throbbing cocks while watching the pink head of Kern's cock appear each time the bard pulled back the twelve-year-olds soft foreskin.

"Grand Master Draknu stood up and looked over our hero Cullun," said the bard as he felt Kern's cock twitch as a hard nail in his fingers, "Draknu was half human being the son of Balor and pulled out his pink hard twenty inches [50 cm] of mutant human flesh and decided to ravage the boy."

Kern groaned closing his eyes as the bard squeezed his little cock harder than ever before. Some men stepped forward and started to poor their drinks into Kern's mouth, occasionally missing leading to warm mead cascading over the redhead's smooth body. These men then lent forward to lick and suck the mead from his wet skin nibbling his tiny nipples and tonguing his little inny belly button. Others took Kern's small feet in their hands and suckled the trickling mead form the tips of his boyish toes. Kern gave out a ticklish giggle and opened his eyes again to see Medwin and Finn at the tavern doorway watching him being held and tasted by the crowed of men. Finn still clutched his own crotch in pain.

As Kern gave a contented smile back at his friends the tavern owner appeared beside Finn and Medwin still with his pants on.

"Is he alright?" asked the tavern owner nodding towards Finn concerned.

"Yes thank you," replied Medwin as Finn closed his eyes and groaned, "he's just tired from all the walking and fighting."

"OK well, there is a bedding area set up for you in the back here," said the tavern owner guiding the two boys with his arm, "It's just a bed of hay and some blankets separated from the rest of the tavern with some hooks to hang your clothing."

"What about Kern," grunted Finn softly as they were led into the cornered off sleeping area.

"Don't you worry your pretty head about him," replied the tavern owner cupping the side of Finn's soft face, "I'll make sure he joins you after the bard's tale has ended."

As the tavern owner left, Medwin started to unbuckle his armour pausing as he watched Finn lift up his tunic to reveal his boyish body by candle light. He was briefly broken from the immersive fantasy of the role-play event remembering the many times he'd undressed next to Finn at school in the gym locker rooms. Things were different now though, he thought, things felt more grown up, more free. Free to let his eyes wonder without fear of being caught looking. Free to admire his best friend as he pulled the tunic over his head leaving him naked in the room with him.

Medwin saw Finn rub his sore penis and cup his balls gently then smiled as he looked up to see Finn staring back at him.

"Still hurts you douche," said Finn with half a smile.

"Sorry," replied Medwin removing his armour then pulling down his breaches, "it worked though."

"Yeh I guess," agreed Finn reluctantly as he watched the Ranger pulling his own tunic up over his head and dropping it to the side.

Both twelve-year-olds sat down on the blankets looking at each others naked bodies by flickering candle light.

'I've never slept nude with anybody before," said Medwin rubbing his own arms self consciously.

"Me neither," replied Finn, "I'll try not to accidentally touch you during sleep."

"Thats ok," said Medwin with a shrug, "I won't mind."

The two boys sat in silence on top of the blankets for a moment hearing the cheers from the tavern just the other side of the wall partition. Their heads heavy from the mead, tired from all they had accomplished that day, Medwin and Finn lay their heads down side by side and together pulled a blanket over them both. The best friends looked into each others eyes in silence until sleep separated them both into a deep slumber.

Meanwhile the bard continued his tale while holding the extremely aroused warrior boy on his lap. Kern could feel the thick throbbing flesh of the bard under his bottom and looking down could see the rosy cock head poking out from under him. It looked so big and felt so hard, as if it alone was stopping his little body from slipping off the bard's lap onto the floor in front of the hungry looking crowd of naked peasant men.

"Draknu withdrew his giant cock and cursed our hero Cullun in pain," continued the bard. "Cullun had cut Draknu's throat with his own blade while Draknu had ploughed the boy's hole, and as Cullun watched the life drain from grand Master, Cullun said, I have come to avenge my family and before you go I shall take your power, I shall make you cum in me."

"How's he going to do that?" blurted out Kern turning his head to look back at the bard.

"Cullun grabbed Draknu's giant still very hard cock," replied the bard leaning forward and wrapping his hand around both his own and Kern's little stiff prick, "And opened his mouth wider than is possible and placed Draknu's big fleshy cock in his mouth and began to suck with all his strength."

Kern could not help but start breathing heavily as his cock was stroked against the older man's hardness. Glancing ahead he saw the naked peasant men all panting and sweating gazing right at him as they all frantically jerked off sensing the climax of the story approaching.

"W… Why," panted Kern feeling that tingling feeling building up deep down inside, "why did he… suck the grand master's… dick?"

"Because," whispered the bard into Kern's ear while gently nibbling the edges of the soft skin, "As Draknu spurt forth his warrior seed, Cullun swallowed it all inside his little belly and gained all of Draknu's manly powers for himself."

Kern's body suddenly tensed up and the bard knew the boy was crossing over the edge into orgasm so quickly the bard fell forwards onto his knees with Kern still held on his lap jerking the boy's penis into an eruption of shivering shockwaves that raked through Kern's young body. Little spurts of clear liquid leaped from the redhead's tiny piss slit as Kern cried out shrills of bliss sending the bard himself into orgasm.

The bard held tight to the shaking naked small body across his lap as his man cock sticking up between Kern's spread legs spat thick globs of cum up across the boy's belly and chest. The bard then quickly grabbed Kern by the jaw facing his head towards the frantically jerking peasants who had each leaped forward and started to spurt rope after rope of hot man cum over Kern's held face and into his open mouth.

"Swallow young warrior," said the bard as Kern began to cough and choke a little drowning in a mouth full of slimy peasant cum, "it'll make you stronger and braver just as it did Cullun."

Kern's entire body moved in a sort of pulsating rhythm as he started to swallow it all down.

The tavern owner arrived to find Kern almost a sleep drunk, exhausted and naked laying on top of a pile of equally exhausted naked peasant men. The pale little cum covered body of the boy contrasted against the sweaty hairy adult bodies, sperm still dribbling from the side of his smiling lips.

"By Kernos, look at you," said the tavern owner picking the twelve-year-old up over his shoulder and patting the boy's smooth butt, "You did a lot of growing up this night."

The tavern owner carried Kern to the side room where Finn and Medwin were sound sleep. He pulled the blanket off and placed Kern in the middle of the two other naked sleeping boys, a little moan of comfort escaping Kern's lips as he snuggled amongst his friends.

The tavern owner stepped back and looked down a the picture before him. Three beautiful young boys sleeping in each other's arms. He quickly took out his cock and jerked it fast. His eyes roaming over the boys' delicate feet, long legs, the firm globes of their soft smooth butts, Medwin's slender hips and the 'V' that directed the gaze to his smooth hairless crotch. The redhead's little cum covered body, his tiny nipples and still erect glistening cock. Finn's rosy cheeks, red lips and perfect bottom. All three hugged against the other, a leg over another leg, a foot pressed against an ass.

All to quickly the tavern owner reached orgasm groaning as quietly as he could releasing several jets of cum splattering over the sleeping boys naked bodies. A few moments later the tavern owner regained his senses stuffing his softening cock in his pants and gently covering the boys up with a blanket before leaving to return to the monster camp.

Part 4
The Orcs Strike Back

Slowly Finn opened his eyes to blurry darkness and the the motion of passing bushes and trees. Quickly realising he was being carried by someone, the boy tried to lift himself free only to find he was draped over the shoulder of a rather large orc.

Before he could protest against his kidnapping, Finn was thrown to the ground. As he managed to get to his feet he realised he was still naked and surprisingly his boy cock was hard as a wooden tent peg.

A groan to his left brought his attention to his friend Medwin by his side, also naked and being held up straight to attention by a really muscular orc with its arm around the little ranger's neck. Another moan to his right would reveal Kern in a similar situation being held by yet another large orc. All three adventurers naked and all three visibly aroused in the arms of their captors.

A booming laugh made Finn jump in his skin and his cock bounce as he faced ahead. A thick mist making it hard for the boys to see further than a few metres. Finn's head rose to look up as he watched a naked giant of a man with a boney monstrous mask and large swinging cock appear from the fog. Standing at least five metres [17 ft] high with robes draped over its large broad shoulders, its large grinning mouth opened to reveal a slivering slimy tongue.

"NEPHEEEEWWWWWW!" it shouted with a blasting force that almost knocked Finn over as his shoulder length hair blustered about.

Finn then heard a snap to his left followed by a crack to his right and watched as both Medwin and Kern's naked bodies fell limp to the ground.

"Noooooooo," screamed Finn in shock as he was grabbed by the giant's large hands and lifted up into the air, his feet kicking and toes stretching in desperation.

The giant opened its large mouth and proceeded to stuff the young naked mage head first into the gaping maw. Finn struggled as much as he could as his arms became trapped by his side. The giant's tongue rubbed against the under side of Finn's body, brushing along his flat belly and erect little cock. The giant moaned as it tasted the tangy sweat and grime the child had picked up through the previous day's adventures, salivating over the clammy warm skin and tonguing every little nook and crack of the boy's body.

Finn looked ahead of him and saw a gaping hole that he assumed lead down into the giant's belly and groaned as his hard cock, little balls and butt crack was played with by the tip of the giant's slimy slivering tongue.

"NO DONT EAT ME!" shouted Finn as he felt his kicking legs pushed to force him further in.

And as little feet disappeared past the giant's large salivating lips, a cold shock filled his young body and Finn awoke suddenly to find himself sat next to his friends soaking wet and shivering. In front of him stood the tavern owner holding an empty dripping bucket.

"Come on you lot rise and shine," said the tavern owner with a chuckle.

"AWWW why did you do that," complained Kern rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "I'm soaking wet, and got a headache!"

"You should be thanking me," said the tavern owner nodding towards Finn, "If I hadn't cooled you off, your Mage friend here might have woken to a different type of wetness and your adventure would have been over."

Medwin and Kern both turned to Finn to who was blushing bright red as he covered his exposed semi-erect boyhood.

"You was having a sexy dream?" asked Kern with a cheeky grin, "I was too, about Skye from agents of shield."

"You was dreaming about a girl?" questioned Medwin.

"Of course," replied Kern, "I'm not gay!"

Finn and Medwin looked at each other briefly.

"But what about last night?" continued Medwin.

"What about last night?" snapped back Kern.

"The bard's tale?" pushed Medwin confused.

"Man, I can't remember last night," replied Kern rubbing his head, "it's all a big blur, so what happend at he end of the story?"

Medwin and Finn glanced at each other then burst out laughing.

"What?" shouted Kern a little confused punching his two naked friends, "What you laughing at!"

Before long the three were rolling about wrestling in the bed of hay and blankets giving the tavern owner brief glimpses of little puckered holes, bouncing little boy balls and wriggling cocks as young limbs strained to clamber over each others bodies.

"Alright, come on now," interjected the tavern owner reluctantly looking away, "There is a water troth just outside the tavern where you can have a quick wash before getting your kit on."

"Outside?" asked Finn hesitantly as the three stopped wrestling, "we have to go outside naked to wash?"

"Do not be ashamed young Mage," winked the tavern owner on his way out the tavern door, "In this age boys and men care not for nudity, and you boys should be proud of the fine bodies you possess, now come on and wash, the sun doth shine glorious and warm!"

Kern was the first to stand up and stretched his arms with a yawn before grabbing Finn's arm and pulling him up from the ground. Finn then in passing grabbed Medwin and the three giggling boys made their way to the tavern door and the light of the morning sun.

Many of the men who were at the tavern the night before were standing around outside. Some were packing up blankets and items. Three men in their thirties were having a wrestling match naked, while others just sat around watching and talking.

The tavern owner wondered over to his friend Maxim. They had met at a LARP event some years before when Maxim was still a young teenager and become good friends. Maxim was now a fit guy in his early twenties with dark long thick braided hair and a small goaty beard. He sat relaxed on a bail of hay with his back against part of a ruined wall, with his legs casually spread apart showing off his large flaccid six inches [15 cm] of fat cock that draped over large low dangling balls.

The tavern owner and Maxim watched as the three twelve-year-olds hesitantly emerged from the tavern naked covering their privates and ran over to the water troff which was simply a wooden box filled with water. Cloths were hung on a small peg on the side of the troth.

"This event is some fucked up shit," chuckled Maxim smoking a joint, "I wish I had gone to an event like this when I was that age, fuck, how none of us have overstepped the line yet is beyond me."

"Because we are not that type of monsters," replied the tavern owner taking the joint from Maxim.

Most of the men were now indirectly watching as the three naked boys started to wash themselves down with the cloths, giggling and occasionally splashing each other.

"Did I look that sexy at that age?" asked Maxim not taking his eyes off the pail smooth butts.

"You still look that sexy," replied the tavern owner as he exhaled before leaning beside Maxim and gently kissing the young adults forehead while passing back the joint, "Now get in character, todays first encounter should be starting any minute."

The three boys returned to the tavern to get dressed in their costumes. Finn placed the loose fitting tunic over his head and let it drop to below his knees before wrapping the mage cloak over his shoulders.

Medwin pulled his tight fitting laced leather britches up his slim coltish legs. there was something about the tightness that gave him a thrill, though he would never admit that to his friends. Once he had his upper legs covered, Medwin then put on the dark green tunic that came down to just above his knees. Next the Ranger put on the light leather armour that gave his chest and shoulders some protection.

Kern stood in front of the other two confused.

"Where the hell is my costume?" asked the naked warrior, "am I going to have to go through the rest of this adventure butt naked?"

"It is considered the ultimate bravery of a warrior to face battle with naught but his own bare fists," replied the voice of the tavern owner from behind Kern, "but perhaps you are not quite ready for that, so here is your costume young warrior."

Kern's face lit up with smile as the tavern owner handed the boy his leather straps, axe and knife, then turned to an expression of nose scrunching disgust as the tavern owner lifted the small leather kilt up to his nose and sniffed where Kern's dangling crotch would rub against the inside.

"Ewww," said Kern as the tavern owner chuckled, "gross!"

"ORCS!!" came a sudden cry from outside the tavern as the sounds of battle horns filled the air.

"Quick put it on!" shouted the tavern owner throwing the kilt at Kern before running to close the door.

Kern wrapped the kilt around his slim waist hiding his boyhood charms, then buckled the belt as quickly as he could before slipping on the leather straps across his chest and joining his friends at the tavern window.

Outside peasant men struggled with the invading orcs. Some men had picked up spades and pitch forks to help defend from the club and blade wielding orcs while some of the peasant men tried to run away but where jumped and clubbed to the ground.

The tavern owner's naked friend fought with a small knife against two stocky orcs who taunted the young man. He defended well as his muscled arms and powerful lean legs helped him dodge the swinging orc blades, but he was soon overpowered and struck in the chest with a blunt looking axe and a blade to his back. The boys gasped from their vantage point as Maxim cried out, his naked body arched backwards, his fat semi-hard cock swinging about before he fell forward to the ground.

Orcs started to tear off the thin clothing of some of the captured peasants then proceeded to pull out their hard orc cocks, pushing inside the defenceless men. Yells and screams turned to grunts and moans until finally the orcs unloaded their seed in to their submissive captives before proceeding to hit them with their clubs, axes and blades.

All around outside the tavern were half clothed and naked peasant men laying defeated on the ground while standing above them the orcs groped their hard or spent cocks. One orc stood out from the others with its jaw painted red. He stood one booted foot on top of a peasants exposed crotch.

"Where are the adventurers!" bellowed the red jawed orc, "Tell us now and we will spare those still alive!"

The tavern owner pulled the boys away from the window and guided them to the back of the tavern. Pulling a table aside he proceeded to pull back a piece of canvas cloth to reveal a hole in the tavern wall.

"Quick young ones," urged the tavern owner, "You must flee through this secret passage before they find and ravage your bodies, I will hold them off for as long as I can."

"But wont they… erm… ravage you?" asked Finn with genuine concern as Kern and Medwin pushed passed him to go through the passage.

"You are so wonderful," sighed the tavern owner with a smile as he gently rubbed the boy's left cheek before snapping back into character, "I matter not young mage, just as long as you and your companions are free to fulfil you destiny and defeat Balor."

"Thanks," replied Finn blushing before turning to the secret back door, "We don't really know where we are going anyways."

"You will need to head to the Cavern of Molesta," said the tavern owner, "Once you pass through there you just continue north."

Finn smiled and after a slight silent pause, the blond boy turned and headed out through the secret passage. The last thing he heard after the passage was closed behind him was the sound of the tavern door crashing open and a blood curdling cry from the tavern owner.

The Mage crawled quickly to joined his friends outside the back of the tavern and quickly the three ran off down an overgrown small pathway.

***

Inside the tavern the red jawed orc and the tavern owner laughed together. The man playing the orc pulled off his mask to reveal Derrick's sweaty face.

"Bloody glad to get this orc mask off," he sighed with relief, "They're ok at night but in the day under this fucking sun, it's torture."

All the peasant men were starting to get up from their dead positions and laugh amongst themselves with the orcs.

"Ok great job," said the tavern owner, "That ambush was hot, and the little redhead's kilt was tented when he watched Maxim battle to the death."

The group of men gave deep lustful chuckles.

"Ok , so instructions from Marcus this morning," continued the tavern owner, "things are going to step up a notch today, extra hits and stamina, but don't go overboard, remember the rules and don't be a dick. Now Marcus needs a group for the Cavern of Molesta, then it's everyone for the mid day encounter."

All the men seemed to be deep in their own personal fantasy world. The tavern owner grinned as he pretty much could guarantee each man from their twenties to their late forties were thinking of the same thing, just with different boys. The sexual tension was palpable.

"Come on guys, you have all done bloody brilliantly this weekend so far," said the tavern owner, "The way things are going, im sure you'll all get a chance at fulfilling your fantasies at some point, just hold it together ok?"

The group of men cheered with laughter.

"Now come on, lets get things rolling," grinned the tavern owner picking up some kit.

***

"Molesta?" said Medwin with raised eyebrows.

"Sounds like some kinda pasta," chuckled Kern as he stood with his kilt up peeing on a tree trunk while Medwin shook his head in disbelief, "you realise we haven't eaten anything today except bread."

"Its a cavern or something," continued Finn, "The tavern owner said we have to pass through it to get to Balor's camp.

"So how do we find this cavern?" asked Medwin.

"I dunno," shrugged Finn, "Just keep following this path I guess."

After Kern shook the last drips of piss from his flaccid little cock the trio continued their trek through the forest. The muddy path was softer than the night before probably from the morning dew, their bare feet leaving light small footprints as they took each step.

"What we gonna do when we get there.," asked Medwin, "Balor might be really powerful and use magic."

"Thats ok," said Kern, "Finn can just use his magic to blast the fucker, HADOOKEN!"

"My magic!" gasped Finn stopping abruptly in the path, "My bag, my magic was in my bag, and I left it at the tavern."

The three boys stood facing each other in silence, then Finn's eyes started to well up with tears before dropping to his knees sobbing.

"With out my spells I've fucked it up," cried Finn in utter disappointment and anger at himself, "I'm such a looser, why this shit always happen to me."

Medwin knelt down next to his friend putting an arm on Finn's shoulder to comfort him while Kern fidgeted about on his feet confused at what he should do as his friend openly cried.

"Finn," said Medwin softly, "it's not your fault, the orcs attacked and it all happened so quickly."

"Well what am I gonna do now," blubbered Finn through tear filled eyes, "Not much of a Mage without magic, I might as well say game over man, game over, and go back to to the start and wait for mom."

"It doesn't matter Finn," said Medwin shaking his friend to look up, "You're still the chosen one, we still need you."

Finn sniffled and sat back on his haunches rubbing some of the tears from his eyes as Medwin leaned forward and gently kissed his friend on the lips causing Finn to immediately stop his sniffling. Kern watched in stunned silent curiosity while his two friends kissed, and for a moment as Medwin broke the kiss, Finn considered covering his groin in fear of a repeat of last night.

"I won't play this game without you," said Medwin softly, "You are my best friend."

Finn stared into his Medwin's big dark eyes and felt a deep warmth swell from within his beating heart.

"And my best friend to," interrupted Kern who had knelt the other side of Finn and moved forward to copy Medwin's kiss. The troublesome redhead leaned in and felt closer than he had ever been to anyone before as Finn's soft lips pressed against his own.

After the Kiss Kern also sat back on his haunches with the look of anxiety on his troubled brow. This quickly changed to a happy relieved grin as Finn smiled.

"You guys are the best," said Finn with his arm around the shoulders of the two other boys as they rose to their feet, "I love you guys."

"Gay," sang Kern rolling his eyes.

"Shut up!" said Medwin with concern.

"No you shut up!" snapped back Kern.

"No I mean listen," replied Medwin, "you guys hear that, like someone moaning?"

The three twelve-year-olds headed down the pathway towards where the faint whimpers were coming from. The woodland path lead to a split in directions either side of a large old oak tree. Tied facing the tree was a naked whimpering teenage lad of around seventeen with his arms stretched out with wrists bound to a rope that spanned the tree's trunk. His legs were also spread by rope tied to his ankles and his body was being repeatedly jolted forward as a large orc stood behind him thrusting its hard big cock in and out of the teenboy's stretched sore ass hole.

The three young boys just stood there for a moment unsure of what their eyes were seeing before Kern dashed forward climbing onto the orc's back while pulling his knife from his belt. With a quick brush of the rubber roleplay knife across the neck, the orc made a large gurgling noise then proceeded to fall backwards. Kern dismounted the orc and watched as its large long and strangely pink cock pulled from the teenboy's ravaged ass with a wet slop sound. The teenager sighed as his gaping hole contracted dripping cum down his perineum and onto his low dangling teenballs.

Medwin being the healer of the group rushed forward and started to untie the knots holding the teenager's wrists. Finn and Kern soon stepped up to the naked teen to assist Medwin.

"Please," whimpered the slightly stocky teenager,"no more, I can't take any more."

"Hey," said Medwin with real concern for the lad, "it's ok, we're here to help, what happened to you?"

As the ropes were loosen the teenager flopped to the grassy bank by the tree, turning over to see who had saved him. As his eyes adjusted, he saw a young raven-haired boy with the the most purest soft white skin he had ever seen starring back at him. The naked teenboy sucked in his breathe stifling a gasp as he gazed into Medwin's large dark brown eyes that seemed to sparkle and reflect the entire world.

"Here, drink this," said Medwin handing an opened small bottle to the teenager while leaning close to his ear, "it's really just cola."

The teenager shivered from being so close to the boy but managed to continue in character by drinking back the potion and taking a big sigh.

"Thank you young sir," coughed the teenager, "you truly are master of medicine as I can feel my body getting better already."

The teen could not believe the situation he was in, laying there naked with three pairs of twinkling young eyes looking over his naked body. Three beautiful young boys, one of which, the Ranger, had his little soft hand on the teen's chest feeling his heart beat increase as it started pump blood down to his teen cock.

"What's your name?" asked Finn as he watched the teen's cock twitch, "what happened to you?"

"My name is Jason," said the teen suddenly realising he had said his real name, "erm… I'm a Woodsman."

"And you was out chopping down trees?" asked Kern raising his right leg up to place a foot on the bank, unknowingly giving the teenager a great view under the small kilt.

"Err… yes," replied Jason slightly distracted by Kern's soft dangling warrior jewels just a couple feet away, "I was out chopping wood when I was ambushed by orcs. They stripped me naked and tied me to the tree."

"Then they fucked your butt?" said Kern with a mischievous grin,"what was it like?"

"At first it hurt," replied the Woodsman, unsure about how much to describe to the younger boys, "but after a while it started to feel real good, as if their big orc cocks filled me with dark magic."

"Looks like you still got some dark magic in you," giggled Kern pointing at the woodman's now fully erect cock, "They tried to butt fuck me too, but I was to fast and killed them."

The Woodsman blushed and groaned as the thought of seeing an orc shove its large veiny meatstick up that little boy ass made his teen cock dribble.

"I thank you all for coming to my aid," said the Woodsman, "If there is any way I can be of service to your needs, do say."

"You should rest," said Medwin wrapping a bandage around the teens bulging bicep, "The potion works better if you rest."

"Wait," said Finn with a sudden idea, "Do you know the way to the Cavern of Molesta?"

"I do indeed young sir," replied the Woodsman, "I can take you there, it is not to far."

"YES!" said Finn celebrating with a pump fist action.

"Are theses your clothes?" asked Kern carrying over a brown studded gambeson jacket and matching pants, "I found them over in the bushes."

"Yes thank you sir," replied the Woodsman attempting to stand up with the help of Medwin.

"Here let me help you," said the Ranger kneeling in front of the Woodsman holding his cloth pants out for the teen to step into. The Woodsman looked down at Medwin, his still hard teencock swinging just an inch away from the younger boy's face as he stepped into the pants. Medwin then pulled the pants up the teenager's lightly hair covered legs and tugged up over the teenager's hard fat cock and small thatch of blond pubes before tying the cord that kept the pants up.

Finn then handed the Woodsman his gambeson jacket which he slipped his arms into but left unbuttoned down the front as Kern handed him his boots. Soon enough the Woodsman was picking up his small roleplay rubber axe which was quite ordinary compared to Kern's double sided axe.

"Thank you young sirs for helping me get back on my feet," said the Woodsman before turning to the boy who healed him, "But you have still not told me your names."

"I'm Medwin," replied Medwin, "Ranger of the south, master of the bow and healer of the sick."

"Well you certainly healed me," smiled the Woodsman.

"I'm Kern," butted in Kern, "The mighty Warrior, even more mighty than Cullun!"

"Well that I can see from those bulging muscles," said the Woodsman with a sly grin.

Kern giggled and posed flexing his little arms to budge his developing muscles.

"Erm… i'm Finn, the Mage," said Finn looking at his feet, "and I suck because I lost all my spells."

"Well then you should visit the Wizard of the east," said the Woodsman hoping he got the direction right, "Im sure he has spells you can have."

"Really?" asked Finn with a large smile of hope on his face, "Where, where can I find the wizard."

"After the Cavern you should head west at the Crow Cross," replied the Woodsman, "Speaking of which, we better start heading to the Cavern."

The Woodsman marched off through the woodland as the three younger boys looked at each other glad to have someone bigger helping them before running to keep up.

Behind them the dead orc got up and walked off in the other direction.

***

The man who had been the druid and the tavern owner arrived in the monster camp just as another group of men dressed as orcs were about to leave. Marcus was talking to his friend Tom who was dressed as a mighty gladiator warrior with leather straps and rags wrapped around his arms and legs holding his bulging large muscles in place, while around his waist he wore a leather kilt.

"The lads at the Cavern of Molesta are all set," said the tavern owner, "Should prepare the boys for whats to cum, and also the Mage left without his spells just as planned."

"Great," said Marcus as he slapped Tom on the ass,"Tom here is gonna tell you what your next job will be."

"Oh?" said the tavern owner, "What am I this time?"

"Here," replied Tom picking up a bundle of robes and a pointy hat before throwing them at the tavern owner, "Put this on… Wizard of the west."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" chuckled the tavern owner putting on the pointy hat.

Just then the young man who had been the orc caught ravaging the Woodsman entered the tent.

"Just a few more seconds," he said in frustration, "a few more seconds and I would have cum in that nerdy teen ass, I tell you that redhead has it coming."

"Soon mate," chuckled Marcus slapping the twenty eight year old blond on the back, "Now get your mask back on and go catch up with the others heading to the mid day encounter."

"Fuck this event is exhausting," said the man putting his mask back on, "but I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Ok so they must almost be at the cavern by now," said Marcus turning to Tom and the Wizard with a smile, "Better get a move on guys."

***

It was like something out of the film a Dark Crystal. A large gorge cut into a small mound of rock, a passageway through the hill of the woodland. The entrance though was dressed up with tree branches and hessian clothe to create an enclosed tunnel leading into darkness. Dangling from string were fake skulls and cobwebs covered the branches while a strange fog slowly emanated from within over the grass, leaves and three pairs of small bare feet.

"That's the cavern?" said Kern pointing with his axe, "fuck that shit, we're not going in there!"

"It is the only way to the north," encouraged the Woodsman, "to walk around would take all day."

"It's only a dark tunnel," said Finn, "what you scared of?"

"I ain't scared," replied Kern pushing past Finn and cautiously entering the cavern entrance, "How long is this cave anyways?"

The little Warrior paused to make sure Finn was following, then carefully made his way into the darkness. As Medwin followed after Finn he turned to see the Woodsman just staring at him.

"You not coming with us?" asked Medwin.

"I'm afraid this is as far as I can go," said the young Woodsman stepping forward looking down at the Ranger, "I must check on friends, make sure the orcs did not do onto them that which they did to me."

The two just stood looking into each others eyes unable to think of anything appropriately in character to say. Then Medwin jumped as Finn and Kern both called for him to hurry and follow.

"I have to go," said Medwin with a smile, "safe journey."

"Erm, YES," stuttered the Woodsman, "and you also… er… be safe."

The Ranger turned and ran through the cavern entrance to join his friends leaving the Woodsman looking from side to side in awkward embarrassment as he repositioned his stiff teencock before turning to head back to the monster camp.

"Guys?" shouted Medwin unable to see his friends since the cavern was pitch black, "wait for me guys!"

He reached out either side of him to touch and feel the walls with his hands then suddenly felt someone grab the front of his light armour.

"AHH whos that!?" shouted the Ranger.

"It's me you douche," said Finn's voice, "I can't see a thing in here."

"Told you we shouldn't of come in here!" grumbled Kern.

"Just keep going," advised Medwin, "it's bound to come out somewhere."

Kern lead the way with his arms out feeling along the wall followed by Finn who had a hand on Kern's shoulder. Like wise Medwin had a hand on Finn's shoulder as the three ventured deeper into the make shift dark tunnel.

The passage way in fact turned a slight corner to reveal a faint light in the distance which gave Kern great relief.

"Hey guys, look," whispered Kern with excitement, "there's a light up ahead."

At that very moment Kern felt a hand reach up his leg and grab his left round small buttocks.

"Hey Finn, knock it off!" snapped the Warrior.

"Knock what off?" replied Finn.

"Your hand," said Kern, "stop touching my ass."

"But I'm not touching your ass," exclaimed Finn as he suddenly felt hand grab his ankles, "hey!?"

Medwin felt hands rubbing over his feet and up over his legs and under his tunic and over the hole that was torn in his breeches the day before.

"Theirs something in here," shouted the Mage, "quick we gotta get out of here!"

Slimy hands gripped Kern by the shoulders and felt along his arms and chest holding him where he was blocking the others getting past. Kern grunted as more hands slipped under his kilt and started fondling his premature soft balls, rolling them around between their finger tips while more fingers gripped his stiffening little three inch [7 cm] cocklett and started to pull its foreskin back and forth.

Finn yelped as he felt his long tunic lifted to give access to large slime covered hands that groped at his smooth bottom while others played with his young boy cock and plump ball pouch.

"Slimy," shuddered Finn as he felt fingers fight between them at the entrance to his virgin hole, "they are sliming up my bum"

"No, stop," grunted Medwin forcing his legs past the gripping hands towards Finn, "Kern we have to protect the virgin!"

"Aww fuck," groaned Kern struggling back amongst the slime covered hands pressing the front of his body against Finn's front while fingers prodded and massaged around the rim of his tight boy hole.

Medwin managed to sandwich Finn between him and Kern as slimy hands forced their way down the back of the Ranger's breeches and started to rub and tease Medwin's tight pucker coating the entrance with slime.

"Come on," pleaded Kern through gritted teeth as he wrapped his arms around both Finn and Medwin then started to pull them towards the faint light while feeling three fingers push inside his ass.

The warrior grunted with every pull of his friends. Each time he pulled the fingers in his ass would rub against his little prostate sending a shiver up his spine. Kern's cock was as hard as ever pressed against Finn's front.

Medwin was in a similar state as the hands had pulled down his breeches and now had two fingers working his little twelve-year-old hole. Finn could feel Medwin's hard cock up against his bare ass as his tunic was still pulled up by the invading hands, but being pressed between his two friends meant the hands could not access the Mage's precious virgin ass and cock.

Kern pulled with all his little might as hands tried to hold his feet to the ground. The cavern seemed alive with mysterious groans coming from its walls. While unable to get at Finn's bottom or cock the hands covered the Mage's face with slime and tried to grab the boy's bare feet in an attempt to keep him inside the cave.

Kern felt hands pulling his ass cheeks as far apart as they could and a fourth finger found its way inside the boy's little bottom. The Warrior pushed back against them and felt a sudden jolt from his twitching hard dick, quickly spreading through his shuddering body. With a roaring yell Kern's orgasm unleashed as he gave one last pull falling backwards with his legs becoming stiff as his back arched.

Panting for breathe Kern finally opened his eyes to find he had fallen backwards through the cavern exit still holding onto Finn who way laying on top of the redhead looking down at him.

"Thanks Kern," sighed Finn rolling off to the side, "We made it through."

Kern grinned then realised Medwin was not with them.

"Medwin's still in there?" shouted Kern jumping to his feet and rushing back into the cavern, "Medwin! where are you?"

Slimy hands immediately grabbed at the warrior boy's bare legs and arms again. Being so close to the exit Kern could just make out Medwin's body being suspended in the air by groping hands. Hands rubbed the boy's small feet, hands felt up and down the boy's legs, hands groped and squeezed the boy's firm round butt. Fingers cupped his tiny ball sack while others masturbated the child's stiff cocklet and at least four fingers pushed under and up inside Medwin's stretching boy pussy. Other hands held the boy's limp arms, legs and caressed his thin neck, while any groans the boy tried to make were stifled by the fingers that had found their way into the young boy's open mouth playing with his little tongue.

Kern pushed his way passed all the hands and just as he reached his arms around his friend, Medwin's body arched backwards in the grasp of many hands and started to shake thrusting his spasming cock hard against the fondling fingers yelping in dry orgasmic bliss.

Kern locked his hands behind Medwin's shuddering young body and proceeded to pull the boy back with him. Hands continued to reach up and fondle Kern with little effect in his post orgasm afterglow. Instead the hands just continued to coat and loosen the little warriors pucker with slime.

Finn watched as Kern pulled Medwin free from the cave falling in a gasping entangled heap. As Medwin rolled over to rest on the grass looking up at the treetops, Finn crawled over next to them and lay beside Kern. All three boys with heads gently touching just lay there catching their breathe staring upwards.

"Oh my gawd," cried out Kern, "Molesta as in Molesting!"

Both Finn and Medwin burst out in uncontrollable laughter.

***

Jason slowly made his way back to the monster camp. He couldn't believe the weekend he was having as images of Finn, Kern then Medwin flashed through his mind, imagining them naked and hard. He envied those who had already the chance to the three boys naked.

The teenager's parents assumed Jason had gone to just another typical LARP event only a bit further up country than normal. His little brother had begged to go with him, but Jason had insisted that he was too young. Thinking back to the night before when Marcus and a few other men had taken his nerd virginity, Jason wondered what might have happened if he had brought his brother Andy with him. Would Andy have ended up naked beside him being ploughed by the older horny men of the camp.

As Jason continued through the trees and bushes he adjusted his stiffening cock and shook his head to remove the thoughts of incest from his mind.

"Hey Jason," came a voice to his left, "How did it go, did they go through the Cavern of Molesta?"

Jason turned and gasped as Tom stood in his costume looking as fit and muscular as Conan the Barbarian. He looked almost like a larger version of the little warrior Kern, but with a bigger bulge in his leather kilt and stronger muscular limbs and of course looking like a man.

"Erm… yes…," replied Jason, "They went in."

"Great," smiled Tom putting his big arm around the nerdy teenage Woodsman, "now come with me, Marcus has another part for you to play!"

***

Finally gathering enough energy after their encounter with the Cavern, the Mage, Ranger and Warrior moved on through the forest and eventually arrived at what appeared to be a cross in the woodland path. In a tree hanging by a rope around the neck was a mummified body holding a sign.

"Crow Cross," read Medwin, "I'm guessing this is the cross roads the Woodsman talked about."

"And he said to go left," said Finn, "right?"

"No left you douche, it was left," sniggered Kern.

"Actually he said yo go west," corrected Medwin.

"Well Well Well," yelled a voice from the path ahead, "Look what we got's here lads."

From behind a large tree stepped out the orc with the red painted jaw, while other orcs emerged from hiding places behind tees and bushes. Medwin counted more than fourteen in total and began to worry about their predicament.

"The Red Jaw," gasped Kern, "How did you get ahead of us?"

"Ha, we know these pathways better than any human scum," replied Red Jaw, "all you humans are good for is fucking and eating, right boys!?"

All the orcs roared in unison as the three boys huddled together and started to back down the path they came from. Rustling leaves and low grunting chuckles alerted the boys to about five orcs that had sneaked around to flank them.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," murmured Finn realising they where surrounded and he had nothing to fight back with, "what we gonna do?"

Kern grabbed the axe and small shield strapped to his back while Medwin pulled an arrow back on his bow pointing in the opposite direction. The circle of large grunting orcs slowly moved in on the three twelve-year-old adventurers, then Kern looked over his shoulder at Medwin giving him a knowing nod.

"When I attack, you run ok?" whispered Kern to Finn who fidgeted on his feet with anxiety.

The orcs looked at the boys with lust filled eyes, finally they surly this time would get to feel that soft skin against their own hard flesh. In their pants their hard throbbing aching cocks were slick with leaking fluids.

"DIEEEEEEE!!!" shouted Kern leaping forward swinging his rubber axe hitting orc after orc, sending them reluctantly crashing back with each blow, "Run Finn RUN!"

Medwin released his arrow hitting one orc who was obviously in some kind of daydream, sending the orc rolling backwards. Seeing this, his companion orcs started to quickly advance on Medwin's position.

With the confusion created by Kern and Medwin's attacks, Finn seized the opportunity to leap through a gap in the surrounding orcs and run as fast as his bare legs would allow. Red Jaw seeing this turned to the orcs on his left and gave a hand signal to pursue.

Meanwhile Kern was cutting down orcs left and right, his young strong leg muscles flexing as he leaped and rolled around the large orcs.

Medwin shot another orc with his bow before dropping to pull out his rubber blade and dodging an orcs foam hammer. He then jumped on its back and stuck his knife against the orc's neck and rode it to the ground as it played dead. The ranger looked up and smiled at Kern who had paused his fighting to check on his friend only to see another orc run up behind Medwin and strike him across the back with a large rubber sword.

"NOOOO!" shouted Kern in shock, "MEDWIN!"

The Ranger arched his back acting in agony as another orc swung its club against Medwin's chest causing the boy to lean forward slightly.

Then out of nowhere a foam tipped role-play arrow hit Medwin full in the face knocking him over onto his front.

"SORRY," cried out the orc who fired the arrow, "I didn't mean to hit him in the face!"

"Medwin NOOOO!" shouted Kern as his axe was struck out of his hands, "I'll kill you all for this!"

The warrior boy felt strong arms wrap around his waist and lift him into the air. Orc hands pulled his kilt tugging it from his legs, then he was forced onto his front and felt something hard poke the entrance to his young hole still slick from the encounter in the Cavern of Molesta. Kern struggled and wriggled as much as he could showing he was not yet ready to give up the fight, then he felt it. The stiff long flesh of the orc behind him started to slide into him causing the little redhead to draw in a gasp then close his eyes and grit his teeth.

All around him orcs seemed to be pulling their cocks out through torn holes in their pants, all throbbing and dripping as they waited their turn with the warrior boy.

Kern still tried to get away, digging his toes into the ground and pulling himself off of the thick cock but the orc grabbed the boy by the waist and pulled Kern back onto its hard flesh spike causing a desperate grunt from little warrior. Once the orc had a good grip around the boy's body it started to shove it's hard meat a far in as possible and Kern could feel it inside his body filling him up. He felt his legs being pushed wide apart and orc hands fondling his little stiffening cock as sudden shocks jolted through his twelve-year-old body, a mixture of tingling pain and orgasmic pleasure.

Opening his young eyes Kern saw that at least eight orcs had surrounded him, grabbing his bare feet, licking and sniffing his vulnerable toes through mouth slits in their orc masks. Others were simply stroking theirs furiously hard cocks, kneeling in close to rub throbbing glands against Kern's soft beautiful skin.

Red Jaw walked over to the body of Medwin who was laying on his front still and counting down in his head slowly.

"Hey, are you ok?" whispered the orc concerned the arrow may have really hurt the boy.

To Red Jaw's relief Medwin gave a thumbs up sign with his left hand to signify he was ok and just playing dead. So the orc returned to being in character and rubbed his crotch.

"Aww, looky here, such tender meat," shouted Red Jaw, "Seems such a waste to leave it here to rot."

Red Jaw pulled his own stiff cock from his pants and knelt over the boy playing dead. The orc reached under Medwin's tunic and grabbed the waistband of the beaches before ripping them down the boy's legs, tearing them to shreds and revealing the whitest smooth bubble but he had ever laid eyes on.

"Alive of dead," grunted Red Jaw, "Makes no different to me."

Medwin was still counting down as he felt the large orc climb on top of him, spread his limp creamy white thighs then prod at his still slicked up virgin hole. Then with a wicked thrust, Medwin felt his virginity wrecked by the invading orc.

Medwin struggled to be silent, determined to continue the roleplay of being a dead boy and biting his lip with an expression of pain across his face that was hidden by his raven long hair. Red Jaw moaned as his throbbing stiff cock was squeezed by the young body surrounding it. He rubbed his hands over the soft skin and gripped the boy's hips then settled into a steady fuck rhythm.

The orc that finally claimed Kern's virginity came deep and hard pushing as far as he could into the boy under him. Kern felt the cock spasm inside his tight ass as it flexed spewing hot man cum into his virgin bowls, then relaxed briefly as the orc removed his softening cock with a sloppy plop. Within moments another orc had grabbed Kern's little body, lined it's own stiff cock with Kern's stretched hole and plunged in. Other orcs were sucking Kern's little warrior pecker and soft juicy ball pouch while another orc slapped its wet cock head against Kern's lips, and as Kern moaned from the second assault on his boy pussy, the orc pushed its stiff penis into the boy's mouth.

By now Kern had stopped his struggles, instead wracked with sexual sensations the little warrior allowed his body to be grabbed and pulled which ever way the orcs wished. Parts of the bard's tale flashed through his mind, of Cullun taking it in the ass just as he was now. Soon he felt his throat filling with thick cum, choking and coughing as the cock was removed from his mouth allowing him to spit out while at the same time the orc pounding his ass grabbed his little body tight in a strong hug as it unloaded its cum deep inside the redhead.

The orc was pushed aside forcefully by another orc eager to be inside the warrior boy, and Kern soon found himself being flipped over facing upwards as this third orc lined up and rubbed its cock head across Kern's cum slickend crack and perineum. Kern's little cock throbbed for attention, stiff and sweet as a stick of candy so two orcs tongued it as best they could with masks on. Yet another orc slapped its stiff cock against Kern's face and grabbed the boy's red hair pulling his head back so he could slide its meat between Kern's moaning soft lips.

Meanwhile Red Jaw could feel his orgasm growing in his balls as he roughly fucked Medwin who was still playing a dead boy with gritted teeth while also getting close to his own boyish orgasm. His stiff little nail was repeatedly rubbed against the muddy ground with every thrust into his tight boyhole.

Red Jaw enjoyed how limp the boy's body felt under him as he wrapped his arms under and around the boy's slim boy, lifting the boy's limp head up under the neck. With his body being arched backwards by the orc lifting him, Medwin felt Red Jaw's long thick cock brush against his insides sending him suddenly over the edge with a powerful judder.

Red Jaw felt the little ranger's body under him suddenly stiffen and shudder as his cock was gripped by the tight ass which seemed to pull the cum from his balls erupting into a massive strong orgasm that spilled thick spurts deep into the limp boy.

Suddenly a hand wrap around Red Jaw's mouth pulling the head back as a rubber blade made the throat cutting motion. Red Jaw still in his post orgasm cum down welcomed the invitation to lay down and play dead as his orc cock flopped from Medwin's used ass.

The young ranger gasped for breathe as his body felt heavy from the fuck induced dry cum. In his head the count finally reach the last ten seconds for which zero would mean final un-healable death and the end of his adventure, but suddenly he was rolled over and a small bottle of liquid was pored between his dry lips. Before Medwin could make sense of what was happening, the half naked boy was lifted up over someone's back and carried off into the woods.

Yet another orc was thrusting pleasurably into the small warrior boy grunting with fierce lustful enthusiasm. Beside it an orc pleasured its self by licking small feet as it hugged tightly Kern's up turned left leg, rubbing its cock against the boy's smooth thigh.

The warrior boy's mouth was again full of pumping cock while another orc had managed to slip Kern's little boy dick between the mouth slit in the orc mask and was sucking and licking the premature cock head.

Kern had lost track of how many cocks he'd had stuffed up his stretched warrior boy hole. He'd given up trying to spit out the mouthfuls of orc cum, instead choosing to swallow as much down as possible and as the eighth or ninth orgasm shuddered through his young body he thought it would never end.

But end it finally did as one by one the orcs left after relieving their pent up lust and tension. The final orc pulled its cock from Kern's used ass with a slurping plop and let Kern's body simply flop to the soft muddy ground. The orc then groaned with spent contentment before putting its softening cock back in its pants and moving off to join the rest of the orcs heading back to monster camp.

Kern lay exhausted on his belly, his face to the side staring into nothing, gasping for breathe as cum trickled from the sides of his mouth. The bright red hair matted to his forehead by sweat and cum. His legs open, bent slightly at the knee. His raw stretched anus slick with escaping dribbles of cum deposited inside his body by almost twenty lusting orcs.

The defeated Warrior just lay there limp, naked and vulnerable to the world as the birds chirped in the swaying trees.

Chapter 5
The Ranger

The woodland was strangely silent except for the pitter patter of rain that had started to fall. Medwin felt his body bounce as the person who had carried him away from Crow Cross trekked through the forest undergrowth, the boy's only view was the passing floor.

He felt strong arms wrapped around his bare legs as his thin breeches had been torn away in the battle. His armour held his tunic in place otherwise it would have fallen up to his neck while being carried over a padded shoulder.

Eventually Medwin felt his body being lowered and laid out inside a small shelter made of branches and leaves that kept the rain at bay. Finally looking up briefly to see the face of the young Woodsman starring back a him.

The two didn't say a word to each other as the rain fell outside the small camp. The little dark raven-haired boy did not know wether he was still alive or dead in this adventure so he simply closed his eyes again.

Jason was nervous. Here he was in the middle of nowhere and in front of him was the most beautiful boy he had ever met just laying there either asleep or at least pretending to be, while wearing nothing below the waist. His breathe was quick and he suddenly realised he was shaking as he reached out his hand to gently rub Medwin's left soft foot.

Medwin felt the teens hand brush over the top of his foot then slowly move up his leg to the knee. The young boy though tempted to open his eyes kept them shut as the touching stopped before hearing a rustling sound of movement. A few moments later Medwin felt fingers unbuckling his armour then large yanking motions removed his remaining clothing exposing his skin to the cool midday air. Then silence again.

The little Ranger finally decided to slowly open his eyes. To his right sat the young Woodsman on his knees facing away from Medwin's naked body which was laid out on blankets. The teenager looked outside the shelter then back hesitantly at Medwin.

"Hey," said the Woodsman, "don't talk, just rest, you were lucky I grabbed a healing potion before I set out from my home."

"I thought… I was dead," whispered Medwin raising up on his elbows, "I was counting down the last seconds…"

"The potion you drank," interrupted the teenager, "It brought you back, but it's not enough to get your full strength."

Medwin groaned softly laying back down again feeling the cold breeze across his bare skin and suddenly shivering.

"I… I need to… dress your wounds," stuttered the Woodsman after plucking up courage, "err… where did they… er… wound you?"

Medwin once again had his eyes closed.

"They hit me in the back." replied Medwin after a pause, "and on my tummy."

The Woodsman pulled a jar from his pack and coated his hands with its contents.

"Th… This is special oils… tha… that should help your body… heal quicker," stuttered the nervous teenager as he gently placed his shaking hands against Medwin's soft white skin.

The young Woodsman's mouth was dry as he gasped at the situation. He was alone with young boy, He was touching a young boy, a naked young boy and the teencock in his pants was harder than it had ever been so far this weekend.

Medwin tensed as the Woodsman's cold fingers massaged his belly with the magic oils.

"Ok lets turn you over," said the older teen grabbing Medwin's soft hips to assist.

The Woodsman looked over the back side of the young boy, admiring the curves of his back and those glorious globes of flesh leading to the smooth thin legs. The teen leaned forward to continue his massage on Medwin's back feeling the miniature shoulder-blades and following the beautiful curving spine that lead to the parting of the boy's smooth bottom. Medwin gave out a faint moan of relaxation as he felt the older boy rub the oils into his skin

"Ok that is your tummy and back done," said the Woodsman sitting back on his haunches, "Anywhere else the orcs wound you?"

Medwin thought for a moment then reached his arm behind him while spreading his legs a little to reveal his puckered but still sore hole. The Woodsman gulped as he saw Medwin's soft hairless ball sack drop against the blanket below.

"Red Jaw wounded me here," whispered Medwin shyly, rubbing along his butt crack, "He stabbed me there."

The Woodsman said nothing. He simply covered his fingers with oil, moved closer behind the Ranger boy before gently rubbing his fingers up and down Medwin's exposed crevice. The teenager was careful and delicate, softly parted the boy's buttocks in order to better massage the sore stretched rim of Medwin's boy hole.

Before long Medwin was cooing with warm pleasure and when the young Woodsman finally announced he was finished, he was rewarded with the site of Medwin turning to sit with a very stiff little three inch [7 cm] cocklet pointing up between his legs.

"You need an all heal," said the Woodsman trying not to stare at the young boy's erection as he draped an extra blanket over Medwin's shoulders for warmth, "I know a sacred pool not far from here that has all heal magic, and once the rain lets up I shall take you there my friend."

The teenager then moved to lay next to Medwin and cuddled the boy wrapped in a blanket to his older body. Medwin looked up at the young Woodsman with his big dark brown eyes and again they starred at each other in silence for a moment before turning to look outside the camp at the rain falling on the woodland.

"Thanks for saving me," whispered Medwin leaning back into the older boy, "I hope the others survived to"

"Hey, thats ok mate," replied the Woodsman looking down to smell the young boy's soft dark hair, "I hope your friends did to, though I can't know for sure."

"Why?" said Medwin.

"Why what?" replied the young Woodsman.

"Why did you save me and no the others?" asked Medwin turning to look up again.

The Woodsman gave out out a sort of half hearted laugh.

"You were the most wounded," said the Woodsman, "If I had saved one of the others you would have died, I didnt want you to die."

"Why?" came the young boy's simple response.

"What do you mean Why," said the Woodsman, "Because you are cool."

"I'm cool?" replied Medwin looking slightly confused, "why an I cool?"

"I dunno, I guess it's because you remind me of someone," said the Woodsman looking deep into Medwin's big eyes, "I suppose you kinda remind me of my younger brother."

"You have a little brother?" asked Medwin, "Why didn't he come to the event?"

"Oh , he's too young," replied Jason realising they had suddenly gone out of character, "He's only ten."

"Thats only a year or so younger than me," said Medwin settling back down to watch the rain fall, "So how come you're beefy and you're brother's skinny?"

"He's not skinny," laughed the Woodsman, "he's how you said 'beefy' like me, well not so beefy as me, anyways, what made you think he's skinny?"

"You said I remind you of him," said Medwin scrunching up his nose in confusion again.

"Not in looks," said the Woodsman with a smile, "The way you act, you are smarter than your friends, you are quiet and considerate."

Medwin turned to look up at the young Woodsman again.

"You are smarter than your years," continued the teenager, "just like my brother, smarter than I was his age."

The young Woodsman watched Medwin's eyes flitter about in deep silent thought before realising the rain had stopped.

"Right, the rains stopped," he said unwrapping himself from Medwin's blanket covered body, "Time to get you to the sacred pool."

"Can I not walk?" asked the wounded Ranger boy.

"No, " replied the Woodsman rolling the remains of Medwin's clothes into a bundle and tying them to his leather belt "I'll have to carry you on my back."

"Cool, like Hodor," said Medwin as the Woodsman knelt beside him.

"Hodor, Hodor," said the teenager with a smile as he felt Medwin climb onto his back.

Picking up his rubber role-play axe and Medwin's bow with arrow quiver the Woodsman set off through the trees.

Medwin held onto the older boy as gently as he could, not wanting to cause the Woodsman any discomfort from carrying him. For a nerdy teen the Woodsman seemed pretty fit to Medwin, with large arms, not quite muscle toned, but bulging none the less. The little Ranger suddenly caught himself daydreaming about the Woodsman when they first found him naked and tied to a tree. His teen ass being stuffed hard with orc cock. Unbeknown to the young teenager, Medwin's little cock was stiff as it rubbed up and down the back of the Woodsman carrying him.

"So you're two friends from the same village?" asked the Woodsman slightly startling Medwin from his daydream.

"Er, yeh well," replied Medwin as the Woodsman continued his march through the woods, "We go to the same school, I'm in… err, most of Finn's classes."

"What about Kern?" asked the Woodsman not caring that Medwin had once again gone out of character.

"Oh, I think Kern and Finn have been friends since they were little kids or something," replied Medwin, "I don't have any classes with Kern, he's in the lower classes I think, I only see him when I hangout with Finn."

"So you and Kern aren't best friends?" asked the Woodsman.

"Oh yeh we are, well," replied Medwin hesitantly, "I mean, my mum says he's trouble, blah blah, stay away blah blah, but even though he's like not in the higher up classes, he's still cool, he's just smart at other things really."

"See this is what I meant," smiled the Woodsman, "Those others are lucky to have you as a friend."

"if you say so," said Medwin a little confused.

"Anyways," announced the Woodsman, "we are here."

Medwin looked up to find they were on the bank of a small pool of water about four metres [13 ft] in diameter. On the far side was a thin waterfall cascading down a rock face into the pool. By the bank a bed of small stones lead into the water that reflected the shimmering sunlight that trickled through the leaves of large tall old oak trees surrounding the sacred pool.

"Wooooow," said Medwin as the Woodsman dropped the kit he was carrying, "It's like a an awesome hidden place."

"Yes, it's the Sacred Healing Pool," smiled the young Woodsman laying Medwin on the soft grass of the bank before starting to remove his belt, "We need to get you healed."

The little Ranger sat up on his elbows, the blanket still around his shoulders parting to reveal his naked delicate boyish form. He looked up at his new older friend silhouetted against the sun as he removed his gambeson jacket, then shucking down his pants before standing naked over the young boy.

Medwin looked up and down the teenager's naked body. He considered the differences with his own, the hair on the young Woodsman's legs, the light tufts of pubic hair around the teen's chubby cock, the size of the cock and those huge balls in that plump sack. How long would it be before his was that size, would it ever be that size he thought.

"Sorry," said the teenager blushing slightly, "I know I'm fat, and not as fit as a proper warrior."

"You ain't fat," blurted out Medwin, "I mean, don't think you are fat, not skinny, but not fat, just kinda… beefy."

The Woodsman smiled as he knelt forward to place his arms under Medwin's smooth little body. Medwin liked how the large balls dangled below the wide open legs of the older teen. The Woodsman easily lifted the light boy up cradling him in his arms and turned to start walking into the pool of water. Further and further they went until suddenly Medwin felt the cold waterfall splash over his body. Sucking in his breathe he flung his arms tight around the Woodsmans neck who struggled to hold the now kicking little boy.

"Are you ok," shouted the Woodsman.

"It's freezing," gasped Medwin , his teeth chattering.

"Just need to get used to it," said the Woodsman letting himself fall backwards into the pool taking pool helpless Medwin under water with him.

When Medwin emerged from the cool water spluttering for breath, he found he was a metre [3 ft] or so away from the older teen. The centre of the pool was only deep enough that when Medwin stood on his feet the water came up to Medwin's flat belly. The young boy used his hands to cup his face and flip his shoulder length soaked hair back to reveal a grinning smile.

"See," said the Woodsman admiring how the water glided off his young friend's smooth glistening skin, "The Sacred pool has healed you to full strength,"

"Thanks," smiled Medwin as he watched the teenager stand up in the water which only came to the tip of the older boy's dangling cock, "I… er…"

Medwin stuttered as he saw the teen cock twitch and rise out of the water.

"I'm… I …," said Medwin not really paying attention to what he was saying as he looked up to see the teenager looking wantonly down at him, "I… I want to… er…"

Beams of sunlight flickered through the tree branches onto the pool dancing around the water. A naked young boy and a naked older teenage boy stood silently starring at each others dripping shining wet skin, both wanting the same thing, both waiting for the other to do something, both scared to act on their urges. Then both saw each other move slightly forward a sudden fraction then pause hesitantly before finally rushing towards each other, wading quickly through the water and wrapping their arms around one another.

Medwin pulled himself up onto the front of the young naked Woodsman who slid his hands under the younger boy's wet smooth butt grabbing tightly the pale globes. The Ranger boy could not understand why, but he needed to feel the older boy against him, needed to be as close as possible. He started to grind his hard little three inches [7 cm] into the Woodsman's belly and rested his head on his shoulder while wrapping his arms around the older teen's neck and clamping his thin legs around the large waist locking his feet at the heels.

The Woodsman moaned and placed his lips against the side of the younger boy's neck, feeling the boy rub and grind against his teenage body. His stiff teen cock was now fully engorged and pressed up between his belly and Medwin's grinding pelvis. The walls of decency fell away giving into teenage lust as the Woodsman kissed the soft boy skin in his grasp. He kissed up the boy's neck, over the ear and across the cheek expecting Medwin to turn and reciprocate but realising the boy had no idea what he was doing. Medwin was rubbing his hands over the teenager's back in a vein attempt to feel closer to the older boy, then he felt a hand grab his jaw and turn his head to face the wooddman. Lips touched his own and he closed his eyes as he let the teenager taste his mouth before feeling a large tongue enter and play with his own little tongue.

The Woodsman moved to the side of the pool and fell to his knees before placing Medwin onto his back in the soft mud. The Ranger boy sat up on his elbows and watched as the Woodsman pushed Medwin's pale smooth legs apart, gliding his hands down to hold the thin ankles before crouching down with his tongue out hungry for little boy cock.

The teenager paused for only a moment as he saw the twelve-year-olds three inches [7 cm] twitch. He glanced up over Medwin's smooth body, his chest heaving up and down in lustful excitement, his eyes on his twitching cock flickered up to meet the Woodsmans gaze then returned to watch his excited hairless groin.

The teen reached out his tongue and lightly wrapped the boy's cock up pulling the tender flesh backwards into his hot mouth. As soon as Medwin felt the warmth, his his whole body tensed up. His young legs kicked out and his little hands quickly moved to run fingers through the teenager's short blond hair.

The Woodsman pushed and pulled the little cock head in his mouth, sucking the soft head like tasty piece of candy. Then he opened his mouth wider sliding his tongue out under Medwin's smooth taint before licking back pulling the boy's soft little ball sack into his mouth to join the cock.

"Oh… Ohhhh," whimpered Medwin as he felt his sensitive cock being squeezed in the warm confines of the older boy's mouth, "this is so… oooooohhh."

The Woodsman sucked and tongued as he watched Medwin loose it in a fog of lust. The boy lay back, arched his body, reached out his arms in an uncontrollable struggle in the soft mud. Medwin's milky thighs opened as wide a he could, his straining thin ankles locked in place by the teenager's strong hands as his tiny toes curled and stretched with every sensation that coursed through his little body.

The young boy's moans and soft groans turned into shrieking growing as finally Medwin's body changed from struggling to shaking and stiffening. The teenager sensing the young cock spit a trickle of watery cum in his mouth began to suck real hard as the boy under him gave out cute little shrills of ecstasy.

As soon as Medwin's body became limp from exhaustion, the teenager sat up on his haunches and grabbed in his fist his own stiff teencock, pointing it over the younger boy's exhausted body. He began to stroke hard and fast as he looked down at the small boy who slowly opened his eyes to look up at him. Medwin's pale soft skin contrasted with the dark mud that was plastered all over his body from his orgasmic struggles. His arms and hands where limply behind above his head as he lay on his back gasping. His legs were bent at the knees with the heels of his feet drawn up just under his groin guiding the Woodsman's eyes to the still hard little twitching cock and soft smooth ball pouch. Below it the smooth taint that lead down to an inviting crevice that concealed the boy's entrance to his young body.

"Fuck, you are so hot," whimpered the Woodsman stroking his throbbing cock fiercely while starring down at the naked boy below, "fucking so fucking beautiful, I wonna lick your body all over."

"You want to lick me like…," whispered Medwin pausing as he considered his next words while the Woodsman froze curious as to what Medwin was about to say, "Like how you wish you could do it with your brother?"

The flash in his mind of his younger brother was so brief, yet so powerful that the Woodsman's cock felt like it had just been struck by lightning, the way it sent a shuddering sensation through the teenager's body. The older boy quickly arched back as the strongest orgasm in his young life tore through him. Rope after rope of thick teenboy cum erupted and spat across Medwin's pale little body, then just as exhausted as Medwin, the young spent Woodsman fell forward on top of the little Ranger gasping for breathe.

"How… wh… why did you say that?" whimpered the Woodsman rolling onto his side and rubbing his cum into Medwin's soft skin,"why did you say that about my brother?"

Medwin was still breathing heavily in his orgasmic glow. He rolled over in the soft mud to allow the Woodsman to spoon up against his back and drape an arm around him.

"Well you said I reminded you of him," replied Medwin turning his head to face the teenager, "So I thought maybe… you know."

"Oh right," smiled the Woodsman still getting his breathe back, "you are way to smart for your years."

Medwin smiled then rolled over to lay on the mud. He felt the Woodsman's larger body cuddle over him and while naked out in the open Medwin felt strangely safe as he listened to the sound of birds singing into the surrounding trees and the nearby waterfall causing his calm mind to drift off to sleep.

***

A snap of branch awoke Medwin with a start to find himself laying against one of the big oak trees wrapped in a blanket. The mud on his body had been washed away somehow while he had been asleep.

Looking towards the pool he saw the young Woodsman was practicing with Medwin's bow. The little Ranger kept quiet as he watched the Woodsman pic up three roleplay arrows and loaded them onto the bow in a triple fan out configuration. The teenager stretched out his arm, his muscles flexing across his back down to his clenching buttocks as he took aim with the bow slightly at an angle. Then after a few moments the Woodsman let loose the string and all three arrows hit three different trees.

"Where'd you learn to do that," asked Medwin breaking his silence and causing the Woodsman to turn his way, "Fire with three arrows at once."

"Finally you are awake," said the Woodsman adding more bits of broken branch to the fire, "There is some bread and cheese beside you, I thought you might be a bit hungry."

Medwin looked to his left to find a small square of cloth with food on it and a clay cup of water. He hurriedly stuffed the bread in his mouth then added some cheese and chewed.

"Con warg deeth me fat," said Medwin with his mouth full.

"What?" laughed the Woodsman, "swallow your food before you speak."

"I said can you teach me that," replied Medwin after washing his bread and cheese down with water, "the thing where you fire three arrows, please?"

"Sure," said the wooddman, "It's not considered safe, but you are a smart kid."

Medwin grinned with glee as he stood up letting the blanket fall to his young feet before walking over to the older boy.

"Here take the bow," said the Woodsman, "now place the arrows side by side, but slightly pointing away from each other. You need to lean the bow over so the arrows don't just fall off the string."

Medwin stretched out his thin arm balancing the three arrows. The young Woodsman stepped behind Medwin's body placing his hands on the boy's hips while crouching down so that he was at head hight with the little Ranger.

"Now keep you arm straight in line with your shoulders," guided the young Woodsman lifting up Medwin's elbow to lock the arm in a straight line, "…and keep you back straight while pulling back to your ear."

Medwin felt the teenager's hands glide down his naked sides as he lent forward next to the young boy's ear.

"Now loose," whispered the Woodsman.

The arrows left the bow shooting through the air, two hitting trees while the third missing its target.

"Hey whats wrong," asked the Woodsman seeing Medwin reach around to rub his butt crack in discomfort.

"It's still a bit sore," replied Medwin turning to face the older boy.

"Maybe it needs a bit more healing oil," smiled the young Woodsman,"here, lay down on the mossy bank and ill rub some on you."

Medwin sat down on the moss covered bank and rolled onto his tummy, spreading his legs for the Woodsman to heal his young hole. Soon he felt the gentle oil covered fingers massaging his pink pucker giving his the nice pleasurable tingles.

"Did it hurt you," asked Medwin casually with his head resting on his arms,"when the orc butt fucked you against the tree, before we found you I mean."

"Yeh, it did at first," replied the Woodsman thinking back to the night before when he had been fucked by one man after another in the monster tent, "but after a while you start to enjoy it."

"The dark magic?" asked Medwin remember their earlier conversation.

"Yeh," smiled the teenager, "something like that."

"I felt the dark magic," whispered Medwin followed by a cute moan as the Woodsman gently massaged a finger tip passed the young boy's tight anal ring.

Medwin then rolled over on to his back with legs spread and feet flat on the soft mossy bank. The Teen Woodsman sat back kneeling in front of the small boy, a bead of thick precum slowly dripping from the tip of his fierce erection on to the moss below.

"What if it was someone I liked?" asked Medwin as he watched the teen cock bob up and down in front of him, "what if there was no dark magic, would it still feel good?"

"If the one you liked was gentle," replied the Woodsman as he watched Medwin's own little soft cock twitch at full mast, "then yes, it might even feel better than with dark magic."

Medwin's eyes seemed to glance away in deep thought for a moment before returning to the Woodsmans pleading gaze.

"Would… would you be gentle," said Medwin in almost a whisper,"… with me?"

"Oh fuck oh shit," whispered the Woodsman under his breathe, overwhelmed the lust he was feeling for the young boy offering himself freely, "… I… oh fuck."

Suddenly there was a loud sound of a horn being blown followed by the sounds of birds taking flight from nearby bushes.

"Oh for fuck sake," whimpered the Woodsman looking around quickly, "Not now, you fuckers, not now."

"What's that?" asked Medwin with alarm, "what's going on?"

"Orcs," replied the Woodsman, "Quick run to that tree."

The two friends jumped to their feet and ran across to one of the large oak trees. The young Woodsman easily lifted Medwin high up so the boy could grab a branch and pull his body up. The Woodsman groaned as his still hard cock throbbed at the site of the twelve-year-olds winking pucker as Medwin's legs swung up to lock around branches and climb up higher like a regular Mowgli.

Taking a few steps back the teenager took a run at the trunk of the old tree and with a foot gripping on to the bark managed to launch himself up high enough to grab a branch. His teenage muscles bulges as he pulled his body up to join young Medwin climbing high up in to the big old tree top. The little Ranger sprawled out along a thick branch half a metre [1½ ft] in diameter so the Woodsman simply lay on top of the young boy looking down as a group of three orcs appeared below.

"Look at all this crap," said one orc,"Clothes all over the place."

"Search the healing pool," said another, "they can't of gone far."

Meanwhile high above them Medwin could feel the young teen cock was still very much hard pressed against his back. With his legs spread wide wrapped around the thick branch Medwin moved forward slightly feeling the Woodsmans cock drop down his crack and nestle firmly against his boy hole.

"What are you doing?" whispered the Woodsman into Medwin's ear,"don't move."

"We found some arrows by the trees," shouted another orc, "maybe they ran off into the woods."

"What?" replied the first orc, "without their clothes?"

Medwin started to push back against the stiff teen meat between his legs. The young Woodsman's body began to shake as the tip of his hard dripping cock rubbed against the oiled hole of the young naked Ranger under him. He pushed gently forward as Medwin slid backwards. Both stifled a gasp as the slick head of the teenage cock pushed passed the oiled boy hole while below the three orcs squabbled.

"It's my turn to fuck that little ranger," moaned the second orc, "you can have the Woodsman."

"Everyone's fucked that pussy Woodsman," laughed the third orc, "If you want virgin boy cunt try that Mage."

The Woodsman gently slid his hard teen cock into the boy under him feeling the warm flesh surround his stiff member, wanting so much to groan out loud. Medwin gripped the bark of the tree with his hands and feet as he felt his bottom filled more and more with the Woodsman's manhood. Once the older boy had no more to push inside the boy, he relaxed on top of Medwin to allow the boy to get used to being impaled, both gasping with staggered breathes trying to stay quiet high above the party below.

"You know that Mage is off limits," snapped back the first orc, "Otherwise I would have fucked the whelp raw by now."

Medwin could feel the older boy's hardness moving, twitching inside his little behind sending tiny pangs of sore pleasure through his legs and arms that grasped the tree branch tight. He turned his head towards the Woodsman whos head lay over the boy's shoulder.

"No dark magic," whispered Medwin faintly, "be gentle with me."

The Woodsman let out a very quiet soft sigh into Medwin's ear then started to ever so slowly push forward. Medwin then felt the older boy's hard cock pull back dragging his body with it across the rough tree bark. The little Ranger gritted his teeth as his little hard cocklet was rubbed along hard wood sending jolts up his groin to join the stimulation of having a teen cock push back inside his pale smooth ass.

The orcs below contemplated where the Ranger and the Woodsman had gone, while unbeknown to them, just a few metres above them, a naked teenager slowly fucked a naked twelve-year-old boy against the branch of an old oak tree.

Soon the Woodsman had found a steady slow rhythm as he pushed back and forth into the young stretched boy hole. Medwin's legs now drooped either side of the branch swinging freely in the air to every thrust made by the young Woodsman, while still grasping tight to the tree with his little arms.

"That dumb nerd," grumbled the first orc, "He was supposed to be here to get killed passing on the knowledge."

"Fuck it," shouted the second orc, "they ain't here, lets move on to the next position, see if we can find something else to sink our cocks into"

And with that the three orcs strolled off back in to the woodland.

"Oh yeh, thank fuck," gasped the Woodsman as he now started to openly grunt his pleasure, "I can't believe we… mmm… didn't get… ugghh… caught."

"Dont stop, don't stop," whimpered Medwin under the Woodsman as the hard teen cock rubbed along that special place with each thrust pushing the young boy's sensitive little cock head against the rough tree bark.

"Dont worry my love," replied the Woodsman with a groan, "Tell me… mm… when you think… huh, urhg,… you're about to cum, tell me… urgh… fuck, your ass is so hot."

The Woodsman no longer needing to worry about orcs sat back on the branch with his legs bent at the knees and his feet grasping the thick branch he was sat upon while grasping Medwin's thin hips, pulling them back as he shoved his cock forward. A few moments of this had Medwin gurgling light grunts with his mouth open dribbling on the branch like a little zombie boy.

"Ugh, urg, ugh, ugh, ugh,… I'm, ugh, ugh,…" gasped Medwin trying to warn the Woodsman, "I'm… gonna… ugh, ugh, it's coming… ugh."

"Oh fuck yeh," groaned the Woodsman who had been holding back his orgasm for what felt like forever, "me too, awww fuck…"

The Woodsman quickly reached forward with his right arm and gripped Medwin's bony shoulder while leaving his other hand on the boy's hip for support. He ground his spasming teen cock as far into Medwin as he dared as the orgasm took hold.

"Fuck… urrrrgghhhhhaahhhhh," moaned the Woodsman as he felt his throbbing cock unload his large teenboy balls deep into the bowls of the young boy under him.

Medwin felt a sharp tingle spark from the tip of his little cock as it was suddenly pressed hard against the tree branch by the weight of the older boy on top. To the young boy's mind in that brief moment, it was as if he had been frozen just as he were about to sneeze, held on the edge of that tingling feeling, wishing it would just happen. Then he felt the teenager's stiff cock spasm in multiple hard throbbing pulses across that special place deep inside his bottom. The shudder spread quickly joining the sharp tingling sensation and suddenly it blew into a full body shaking orgasm the likes of which he had never felt before. Medwin's body became rigid, his toes curled and his back arched while his little stiff cock tried its best to ejaculate young boy juice.

The Woodsman wrapped his strong arms around the shrieking little boy to prevent him falling from the tree in his orgasmic fit.

"Holy fuck, did I break you," said the Woodsman as he felt Medwin's body continue to shake and spasm under him.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh… uuuughhhh," whimpered Medwin as his orgam finally started to fade, "ugh,hugh… huh… huh… that was… huh… huh… awesome."

The Woodsman moved back, letting his softening spent cock drop from Medwin's stretched boy pussy then simply lay for a bit getting his breathe back. Once again nothing could be heard for the next few minutes except for the birds and the waterfall.

"You called me love," giggled Medwin breaking the silence.

"Well you are cute," replied the Woodsman blushing slightly, "I got carried away."

"I think you're cute too," replied Medwin with a nervous smile, "I wish I had a friend like you back home."

"Aww mate," comforted the Woodsman, "After what we just did, there is no way that im not gonna stay in contact with you after this event."

"Really?" said Medwin growing into a full sparking smile, "but why, I'm just a kid?"

"You're not just a kid," replied the Woodsman hugging the boy close and kissing his neck, "You are the most interesting kid I've ever met, I dunno why, but I just wonna know everything about you, and I can't do that if we just say goodbye at the end of the event."

"I wonna know about you too," said Medwin feeling safe in the Woodsman's strong arms.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" came a scream echoing through the woodland causing both the Ranger and the Woodsman to sit up on the branch.

"What was that?" asked Medwin startled.

"We better get our kit on," said the Woodsman with concern, "Quick I'll help you down."

In a few moments the duo were back on the ground and getting their clothes and armour on. The young Woodsman was sorry to see his new friend putting clothes on after they had spent so much time naked, but smiled when Medwin stood with not breaches covering his legs.

"So I guess I have to continue without anything on under my tunic," said Medwin looking up at the older boy.

"Dont worry," replied the Woodsman, "Your tunic goes down to your knees almost, it'll hide your sexy parts."

Medwin managed to achieve a grin and blush at the same time as the Woodsman walked up to him reaching out to touch the his chin. Lifting the boy's face up the teenager leaned over and planted a soft brief kiss on the boy's mouth.

"Come my young friend," said the Woodsman picking up his rubber role-play axe, "we must find out who that scream came from."

The Woodsman turned and started to jog through the trees. Medwin ran to catch up, sorry to leave the sacred pool where so much had happened, where so many new feelings had been discovered. But as he followed his new older friend, Medwin felt excited about what might happen next.

They had not gone very far before the Woodsman slowed down and turned to check Medwin was still with him.

"There has been a battle here," said the Woodsman as he slowly walked out into another grass covered clearing, "Stay close to me."

On the ground lay the three orcs who had passed by the sacred pool. Their weapons dropped on the ground. The Ranger and the Woodsman carefully walked across the clearing towards a steep embankment where they stopped just as they heard a twig snap.

"RAGHHH!!!!!!!!" game a sudden high pitched war cry as over the top came running a small red-haired boy.

"KERN!" yelled Medwin with joy," You're alive!"

Chapter 6
The Warrior

The Warrior lay silent on the soft ground staring into nothing as the shower of rain started to pitter patter through the leaves and yet the young boy didn't move. The twelve-year-old didn't acknowledge the rain falling across his naked skin washing away the cum left behind by twenty horny orc men.

The battle, seeing Medwin hit by an arrow, seeing Finn chased into the woods by orcs, and himself being set upon and repeatedly ploughed by orc cock, it had left the Warrior feeling utterly defeated. He hadn't been able to save his friends, he hadn't been able to save himself and inwardly Kern was feeling as useless as his stepfather was always reminding him he was.

"Damn it, I wish you would man up," his stepfather would say, "It's because you hang around with those poncey faggot boys, well you are not to hang out with them anymore, you here me?"

"NO, I don't have to do anything you say!" he would reply defiantly.

"That's it isn't it, you're a little fag boy?" his stepfather would laugh.

"I'm not gay, fuck off, I'm not gay!" the boy would shout back in anger.

His stepfather's laughter rattled around inside the Warrior boy's thoughts, amplifying the deepening feeling of defeat and depression as a tear crept from his right eye and trickled down his cheek to be lost amongst the droplets of rain splashing agains his freckled face.

The boy just lay there in the rain, in silence, motionless.

Suddenly Kern felt large hands gripping his naked hip and shoulder, rolling his body over onto his back. Standing over him was a large muscular man, a warrior wearing a leather kilt. His big strong legs were covered in leather strips that criss crossed up his shins.

"Oh , you are alive," said the adult warrior, "and I was hoping you were dead fresh for cooking, you look nice an lean too."

Kern just lay there looking up saying nothing as his wrists were bound by rope.

"Are you a mute boy?" asked the adult warrior yanking Kern to his feet, "hmm not a bad body on you, cute cock, maybe I can sell you to a farm, is this your cloth?"

Kern still did not say anything as the adult warrior wrapped the small kilt around the boy's waist.

"Fine don't talk," sneered the man pulling the rope tied to Kern's bound wrists.

The sudden jerk almost tripped the young boy over as the adult warrior marched off into the rain tugging the young boy along, his small feet splashed through the puddles of muddy water.

Tom was worried about the silent boy, had they gone to far in the last encounter, had the redhead been traumatised by the spit-roasting orcs. For the first time that weekend Tom was starting to question the event.

"So what is your name?" asked Tom getting back into character as a warrior hoping to get the boy talking.

Looking back briefly Tom saw Kern still trailing behind on the end of the rope looking very miserable and not taking any notice of where he was being led.

"Fuck," mumbled Tom under his breathe,"damn it Marcus, we went to far."

Eventually the adult and child arrived at a small camping area. In the centre was a small fire with a pot dangling from a support. Next to the fire was a large canvas shelter that covered some bedding and sheep skin rugs. The warrior pushed the small boy down onto the rugs where he lay back against the a tree stump being used as a table. The adult warrior looked down at his captive, the boy's small premature yet muscular legs laid out in front of him, the small feet limp as the boy stared into nothing. The adult warrior knelt down in front of the boy and proceeded to untie his wrists and still Kern stared into nothing.

"Are you going to talk to me now?" asked the man grabbing Kern by the jaw and turning his face towards his own, "bagh, fine then."

The adult warrior let go of the young boy's face and stood up to turn and attend to the pot of stew.

"You need to cheer the fuck up lad," said the man stirring the stew pot, "So you ran into some orcs, big deal, you need to man up"

"NO, I don't have to do anything you say!" blurted out Kern suddenly broken from his deep thoughts.

"Well ain't that a beautiful voice," grinned the man placing the lid on top of the pot.

Kern frowned with a grumpy pout then looked away from the adult warrior.

"You remind me of myself when I was your age," said the warrior moving to sit next to the boy, "What is your name?"

"Kern," replied the redhead with his eyes still looking away.

"That is a good name," replied the warrior trying his best to keep the boy talking, "Your name comes from the horned god of the hunt, my name is Cullun."

"The mighty?" gasped Kern looking straight up in surprise, "You are Cullun the mighty, the one from the bard's tale?"

"There have been many tales told about me," grinned Cullun, "some are true others are slightly exaggerated."

Kern's excited expression quickly returned to one of sullen as he pulled his knees up to his head while wrapping his arms around his legs looking away into the woods again.

"Young Kern," asked Cullun gently placing his hand on the boy's soft round shoulder, "what troubles you so?"

Kern flinched to dislodge the older warriors hand from his body. Cullun thought for a moment before moving to kneel in front of the boy. Kern's eyes darted briefly to look at the adult warrior starring at him. Cullun sat waiting as the boy again and again glanced at the warrior.

"I failed," signed Kern, "I failed my friends, OK I FAILED MY FRIENDS!"

Tears started to poor from the the young warrior's eyes as he shouted at Cullun.

"I FAILED THEM AND NOW THEY ARE GONE," cried Kern with anger in his eyes, "I FUCKED IT ALL UP AND NOW WE WON'T FINISH THE GAME, I'M USELESS, MY DAD SAID I WAS AND HE WAS RIGHT!"

"Hey hey, look at me," said Cullun sternly cupping Kern's face in his large strong hands, "shhhh… calm down, where are you getting this failure nonsense from?"

"They all buttfucked me," sniffled Kern, his eyes rolled in their sockets to look away as tears continued to trickle down his blushed cheeks, "they defeated me, I wasn't strong enough."

"My dear boy," said Cullun softly as he wiped Kern's runny nose gently with the back of his fingers, "you were not defeated, you are still alive, your adventure is not yet over."

"I'm not dead?" asked Kern with a sniffle.

"Not at all," smiled Cullun pulling the boy into a hug against his muscled pecs, "I was fucked by orcs once also…"

"I know," interrupted Kern looking up from between the large muscled arms, "You let them fuck you so you could get at the leader."

"Indeed," smiled Cullun relaxing his arms to let Kern sit back, "and it did not kill me, it made me stronger."

"Stronger?" questioned Kern scrunching up his little nose, "How did it make you stronger?"

"They thought they were in control of me," replied Cullun, "but I wanted it, and so I became the one in control."

"You wanted to be butt fucked," asked Kern, "so you are gay?"

"In these lands there is no such thing as being gay," replied Cullun with a chuckle, "if I get the urge, I'll fuck something, anything… or anyone."

Kern noticed Cullun unconsciously lick his lips as his eyes looked Kern up and down. The boy felt his little cock suddenly twitch to life under his kilt at the thought of what this man wanted to do to him.

"And if I want to make children," continued Cullun, "then I'll find me a woman to bear them, you never know, perhaps you are one of mine."

Cullun then laughed as Kern sat there with his mouth open wide as he considered the possibility of being a son of Cullun the Mighty.

"My point is," continued the warrior, "Sex is just sex, what really matters in your heart is your loyalty and respect for your friends, now that is something worthy of your tears."

"I wasn't crying," snapped Kern pausing as Cullun simply stared at him shaking his head slowly, "Ok ok, I was crying… but I don't usually cry, just today has been hard."

"You are a very brave lad," said Cullun rubbing the side of Kern's left cheek.

"What ever," smiled Kern shyly moving his head away from Cullun's hand, "but my friends are still gone."

"Judging from the tracks I saw," said Cullun picking up two bowls before walking over to the fire, "your two companions could still be alive."

"Then I must save them," screeched Kern standing up with excitement.

"And how exactly do you expect to do that?" said Cullun stirring the pot of stew, "I found you facedown in the mud after your last battle dribbling like a baby."

"Shut up!" snapped back Kern turning to face the other way with his back to Cullun.

A few seconds passed, then the boy turned slowly with with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Teach me," said Kern quietly, "teach me how to be in control."

"Patience young warrior Kern," grinned Cullun as he used a spoon to fill the bowls with stew, "first you must get your strength back, then ill teach you what ever you wish."

Cullun handed the smiling boy a bowl of stew and a piece of bread to dip and spoon the food. He inwardly sighed with relief while watching Kern smile happily as he stuffed his little belly full of food, finally letting himself enjoy the beautiful sight of the boy before him.

***

Kern felt happy. He lay naked on the soft sheets of cloth, his legs wrapped up in the twisting fabric. Giggles next to him brought his attention to his two friends who were also naked and their limbs wrapped around each other, arms outstretched inviting Kern to join the embrace. The warmth of the sun through a window, beams of light catching particles of dust like twinkling tickling stars. The boys giggled softly in the closeness of their friendship as Kern sat back and saw a hard boy cock inviting him to touch and explore.

"Get up," said Cullun kicking the small sleeping boy awake, "Thats enough rest, it's time to learn."

"I didn't touch it!" groaned Kern rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes before realising where he was, "errr… I mean… what are we doing?"

"You have had a good hour or so to sleep and let your food go down," replied Cullun as he grabbed two large axes and started to walk off into the woods, "You wanted to learn how to be in control yes?"

"Errrr YES, WAIT," shouted Kern his high pitch voice breaking slightly as he leapt to his bare feet and raced after the older warrior " WAIT FOR ME, WAIT!"

Kern ran as fast as he could through the wood managing to catch a glimpse of Cullun disappear over the ridge of a large bank. The little warrior boy scrambled up almost on all fours then tumbled down the other side into a woodland clearing. Stood in the centre of the clearing was Cullun who threw an axe at the feet of Kern.

"Wha… are we gonna fight?" asked Kern confused.

"Yes young Kern," replied Cullun kneeling down to remove the leather straps from his legs, "We will fight and you will learn how to stay in control."

"But you're way bigger than me," protested Kern picking up the large rubber role-play axe, "and this is waaaay to big for me to swing."

"Stop your whining," snapped Cullun fiercely as he stood to his feet and unbuckled his kilt, "or are you not a son of Cullun the Mighty?"

Kern watched as the older warrior's leather kilt dropped to the floor revealing a bulging muscular naked adult body. Kern just stood slightly stunned, his eyes darting all over Cullun's body, the man's cock was a large six inches [15 cm] of uncut meat swinging in the woodland breeze above two large low hanging balls. The boy found it strange that the older warrior had no hair above his cock but was in awe at the site before him.

"Why are you naked?" asked Kern hesitantly while still unable to look away from the slowly chubbing mancock.

"It is the mightiest of honour for a warrior to fight with no armour," replied Cullun, "Now fight me young Kern, we use the flat of the blades for I wish not to kill you boy."

Kern just stood there not knowing what to do. Cullun jerked forward slightly causing Kern to jump back a step.

"Come on then, you pathetic boy," shouted Cullun, "Or are you as useless as your father says?"

"He's my STEPdad," shouted Kern raising his axe up, "and I don't have to do anything he says!"

Cullun effortlessly blocked Kern's swinging axe to the side and the two swapped positions.

"I bet you do everything he says," replied the older warrior playfully swinging his axe low, making Kern jump up to avoid having his legs swiped out from under him, "I bet he orders you to lay down for him."

"What are you talking about?" shouted Kern in confusion while blocking another axe swing.

"Cute little ass like yours," said Cullun grabbing his stiffening cock, "if I was your stepdad I would be sliding this into your hot little body every night."

Kern stood with mouth wide open in shock as he watched Cullun opening stroke his throbbing eight inches [20 cm] of warrior meat.

"I'D NEVER LET HIM DO THAT TO ME," screamed Kern rushing towards Cullun, "YOU'RE FUCKING GROSS."

Cullun knocked Kern's axe from his little hands then dropped his own axe as the boy leapt on top of him. The two fell backwards onto the ground, Cullun laughing as Kern repeatedly beat his little fists down onto the warrior's muscular chest.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," yelled Kern in his preadolescent tone, "NOW WHO'S IN CONTROL?"

"OOHH, OUCH," groaned Cullun involuntarily.

Kern paused and turned to see his bare foot was pressed up against Cullun's throbbing dripping cock. He pushed his foot down hard against the erect flesh causing another groan from Cullun.

"You like that yeh?" grinned Kern with an idea, "how about this?"

The boy reached down between them and felt under his own little kilt for the tip of Cullun's hard poking cock. Finding it Kern wrapped his fingers around it then squeezed the shaft before giving it a few tuggs.

"Yeh now who's in control," giggled Kern as Cullun lay back and thrust his hips up lifting Kern up into the air.

"MMMMMM," groaned the naked warrior as the boy on his lap stroked his dripping hardness, "ye, more, rub more."

Kern gasped as Cullun's hands started to rub up and down his smooth young thighs. He suddenly noticed his own cock was hard and rubbing against the underside of his kilt. The little redhead let go of the large stiff mancock and shifted his hips back so that Cullun's warrior pole sprung up under Kern's kilt. Its thick slimy head pressed against Kern's smooth little ball pouch before sliding up and along Kern's own hard nail of preteen flesh.

"Ughhh, yeh," moaned Kern pressing his palms down on Cullun's muscular pecs as he gyrated his hips to rub his young hard boycock, soft balls and the underside of his smooth ass along the very hard throbbing warrior cock, "You like when it's rubbed yeh?"

"MMM OOOHH YES," groaned Cullun with his eyes closed as his hands glided over the younger warrior's smooth skin, "OOOH FUCK that feels SOO GOOD, URGHMMMM."

Grinning Kern continued his grinding against the older warrior, his breathe becoming heavy as that tingling feeling grew deep inside him. Cullun opened his eyes to find Kern's were closed, his mouth wide open as he panted small shuddering breaths with each thrust agains Cullun's hard slick pulsating cock. The boy's toned legs clamped around the man's muscular upper thighs and locked his young feet back under Cullun for more grip as he dragged his three inch [7 cm] cocklet back and forth across the older warrior's hardness.

"HUghhh uhhh uhgggg," groand Kern repeatedly as he felt the familiar whirlwind brew from within his stimulated little cock, "I'm… uhhhh… I'm in… urghh… control."

Kern felt Cullun's eight inch [20 cm] man meat flex hard up against his boyish tingling dick, sending him once again over the edge of orgasmic oblivion. Every muscle in the boy's body seemed to roar with rage as the shuddering climax spread outwards to the tips of his gripping fingers and all the way down to his curling little toes. His expression was one of inward shock as his body shook repeatedly for almost a minute before he slowly game down from his dry orgasm. The soft breeze of the woodland air cooled across Kern's back as droplets of sweat trickled down his soft skin.

Eventually opening his eyes Kern saw Cullun grinning back at him while a rubber role-play axe was being held at his young neck.

"If you are so in control," said Cullun sliding his free hand up across Kern's sweaty back up to his red hair gently tugging a tuft to pull the boy's head back, "then I would not have this chance to cut your head off."

"What," panted Kern as he scrunched his nose again in confusion, "are you serious?"

"Some times control comes from giving people what they want," said Cullun laying his axe down and pulling the sweaty boy into a hug against his own sweat drenched body, "In your lust you left yourself vulnerable."

Cullun's sweaty body filled Kern's nostrils with the smell of raw manliness, strength and courage. The boy groaned in post orgasmic intoxication as he felt the safe embrace of the older warrior. Cullun was a real man, who would fuck anything he wanted and did what ever he wanted. There and then Kern couldn't think of any other person he'd want to be more like.

"I'd do anything for you," whispered Kern ever so quietly, so quietly that Cullun never heard the boy's heartfelt oath as he unravelled the little warrior and looked into Kern's twinkling eyes. The boy in kind looked back with an impish smile that warmed the older warrior's heart and fuelled the fire in his loins.

"I am Cullun the Mighty," grinned Cullun rolling Kern onto his back, "and I fuck what every I want… who ever I want."

Kern glanced down and gave a small quiet gasp as he saw the naked warrior was still fully erect with a long drip of precum defending from the tip.

"WELL WELL WELLL," came a loud cackling voice accompanied by low grunting laughter, "we gots us a couple of lovebirds out here in the woods."

Standing at the edge of the clearing were three orc men holding their weapons ready for a fight.

"See lads," said the first orc, "didn't I tell you we'd find something to sink our cocks into."

And without hesitation the three orcs charged forward. In a blur Cullun had grabbed his axe and leapt to his feet. His large warrior cock swayed from side to side like a huge club as he swung his axe in defence knocking the first orc to the floor causing the second orc to back away.

The third orc moved to attack Kern who hastily crawled backwards away from it kicking his vulnerable feet, but all to quickly the boy found himself being pounced upon and lifted up with a knife to his neck.

"A mighty warrior eh?" snarled the third orc to Cullun who paused and lowered his axe slightly, "fearless I bet, with no fear of his own demise?"

"I think I can handle a couple of simple minded orcs," replied Cullun looking at Kern's fearful eyes.

"Well then," spat the third orc nodding to the second who had loaded a bow with an arrow, "Let's see if you can feel fear for another's life."

The third orc pulled Kern's body up straight so his bare chest was taught as the second orc let loose his role-play arrow. For Kern the moment slowed down like an action packed moment from a movie. He saw the arrow leave the bow and Cullun rush forward throwing his axe. Kern grinned with glee as the axe spun and spun until hitting the second orc in the chest forcing it to summersault backwards, but at the same time Cullun was struck in his chest by the arrow and fell to the ground a metre in front of Kern.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" shouted Kern with such rage that birds flew from the trees as his anger traveled far from the clearing.

"No one to save you now little one," said the orc pulling Kern to the ground and pulling out his orcish mancock, "I'm gonna split you like a lil piglet."

Kern struggled against the orc and glanced over at Cullun to find he was still alive and had rolled over onto his back. Kern looked up at the orc who had managed to push up the boy's leather kilt while spreading the pail young legs wide and positioned the head of his hard cock at the small vulnerable boy pucker.

"Do it," said Kern, "fuck me orc, you caught me, so now im all yours."

"What?" said the orc blinking behind the mask.

"I want to feel it go in me," replied Kern rubbing his stiffening boyish cock, "Push it in me, I'm yours, shove it in me."

"Aww fuck yes," said the orc pushing his now harder than ever orc meat agains the twelve-year-old's inviting hole, "you little slut boy, yes!"

"Urrghh awww," cried out Kern as he felt the thick cock slide up into him, "I'm so helpless against arrhhhh, so big, I can feeeeeel it in me."

"That's right boy, you feel me inside that cute soft fucking ass," grunted the orc thrusting in and out of the little boy under him, "urrraww you are still so tight, so soft, so awww fuck."

Kern clammed his little legs around the orc's armour gripping onto the sides with his feet as the orc bucked and fucked into his stretched hole. The little warrior boy could feel the orcs hardness rubbing his insides sending tingling jolts through his body that he knew would lead to another boy cum, but Kern stayed calm with determination in his eyes.

"I can feel it," moaned Kern with a smile looking up at the closed eyes behind the orc mask, "I'm loosing control… I'm… I'm gonna…"

"CUUUUUUM!" groaned the orc wrapping his arms around Kern and shoving as far up into the young boy as he could unloading a flourish of hot orc man cum into Kern's small body, "Ughhhhargghh fuck."

The orc collapsed on top of Kern, his softening cock falling from the boy's hole and he gasped for breathe.

"I can't believe it," gasped the orc, "that was amazing, you are so beau…"

But before he could finish his sentence the orc felt the familiar rubber blade across his neck and opened his eyes to see Kern grinning while holding the orc's rubber knife.

"I'm in control now," said Kern as the orc reluctantly fell to the side gasping.

Kern jumped to his feet adjusting the erect little cock under his kilt as he ran over to Cullun. The boy helped Cullun to stand then struggled to help his friend climb the bank at the edge of the clearing and down the other side as the evening light started to fade.

"You need an all heal," said Kern with concern, "you ain't gonna die are you?"

"I have no all heals," replied Cullun, I have no heal potions what so ever."

"Shit," said Kern with panic in his voice, "If Medwin was here he would have something."

Cullun fell to the ground pulling Kern with him, his big warrior cock still hard from the earlier excitement.

"My time is done young warrior," said Cullun running his hand through the boy's untidy red hair, "You should go find your friends, they need you."

"But you are Cullun the Mighty," replied Kern frowning in defiance, "you are mighty, you're not supposed to die this easy, this is stupid."

"You remind me of myself at your age," said Cullun rubbing a small tear from Kern's cheek, "Just go, you have my courage, my strength and wisdom, use it to find your friends and defeat Balor."

"Ok I'll leave you here to die like a douche," said Kern standing up and angrily storming off to the side, "This is so fucking GAY!"

Kern turned and started to walk back towards the clearing then slowed to stop before turning back to look at Cullun. Then the boy ran to return and knelt between the older warriors legs before taking Cullun's cock head into his little mouth.

"What are you doing?" gasped Cullun out loud as he felt the young boy's soft lips wrap around his shaft briefly before releasing it.

"The bard said that you gained all of the bad guys powers by sucking his dick," said Kern followed by a thoughtful pause, "before you die I'm going to take all your powers."

And with that said Kern lowered his head and Cullun once again felt the boy's lips surround his hard warrior cock.

"Awww, mmmm Kern, you don't have to do this," said Cullun, but with just a few moments feeling the incredible sensation of little hands cupping his large balls while tight lips slid up and down the sides of his shaft, the adult gave in to pleasure.

When ever Kern's lips left the warrior's cock Cullun would open his eyes and look down to see the little redhead flick his tongue out to lick up the strings of precum dibbling from the large adult piss slit. Kern would then lick his rosy lips before opening them wide and slurping them over the cock head as if it were a flavoured ice pole. Except this pole was warm and spongy and smelled manly with a slightly salty tang to it, as he tried his best to suck it all up out of Cullun's mighty cock.

Cullun lay his head back again closing his eyes feeling his orgasm approaching, feeling his great balls rise up in anticipation. Then he suddenly felt the small hands, tiny hands lightly touch his naked skin. They felt so small, little ticklish touches from a little boy of twelve that wanted his seed.

That thought along with the tiny touches caused Cullun to gasp as his large balls released their stock of warrior cum, flooding his hard spasming shaft and shooting from the head a fountain of thick juice which cascaded down Kern's young thirsty throat.

Kern's eyes opened wide in surprise as he tried to swallow, not prepared for the amount of cum that spurted from Cullun's throbbing cock. After the second swallow Cullun's pulsating spurts was to much for the young boy and Kern chocked as he lifted his mouth off. Still the ropes of cum erupted from the warriors shaft, up over Kern's chest and face as Cullun grasped at grass and leaves, pushing his hips up while in the throes of a fierce orgasm before falling limp on the ground.

Kern stood up coughing his throat clear while wiping away dribbles from his chin. The boy looked at the naked motionless body of Cullun who's mighty cock was now slowly softening as it lay to the side on his hip. A trickle of leaking cum running down the side.

"Now I will be mighty," whispered Kern lifting his arms up forming fists with his little hands,"Now I will be Kern the Mighty."

"There has been a battle here," came a voice from over the bank towards the clearing, "Stay close to me."

"Oh shit," whispered Kern frantically looking around, "not more orcs?"

Grabbing Cullun's role-play axe Kern started to climb the bank crying out his best war cry.

"KERN!" yelled Medwin with joy," You're alive!"

Kern stopped in mid run surprised to see his ranger friend with the Woodsman then with uncontrollable happiness the little redhead embraced Medwin in a tight enthusiastic hug.

"Aw man, I thought id lost you man," giggled Kern rocking from side to side.

"I wasn't lost," giggled Medwin, "you was the one who was lost."

"I been looking for you everywhere you douche," snapped Kern playfully wrestling with Medwin.

"We've been looking for you too dumb nutts," said Medwin laughing while struggling to stay up on two feet, "get off me you ballbag, stop it!"

The Woodsman stood and watched as the two young boys giggled and tussled with each other in childish play. At that moment he felt very old and alien in their antics, realising just how young and immature the boys were.

"Come on let's find Finn before it gets dark," said Kern releasing Medwin from his hug and charging off across the clearing, "I bet he's alive too somewhere, come on!"

The young Woodsman watched as Medwin turned to look over his shoulder with a smile. Suddenly the boy seemed older than his years again causing the Woodsman to smile back.

"Come on," said Medwin, "We better keep up , no telling what trouble he'll run into"

The Woodsman put his arm around the young Ranger's shoulders and the two walked on to join Kern who had stopped just down a northerly path.

"Sorry guys," said Kern as the two finally caught up and stood beside the redhead, "looks like I ran into some trouble."

Ahead of them stood at least thirty five fully armoured horny orcs bathed in the golden light of the evening sun. Some of the orcs already had their cocks out stroking them to hard dripping glistening spears.

"I think we are fucked," said Medwin loading his bow, "literally fucked."

"Don't worry guys," said Kern with an impish grin as he unbuckled his kilt letting it drop to the floor revealing his hairless twelve year old naked body to all the salivating orcs, "I am Kern the Mighty, and I have this all under control."

Medwin and the Woodsman just stood looking at Kern dumbfounded.

"GET THEM!" shouted the lead orc.

"WAIT!" came a high pitched cry from up on an outcropping of rock, "LEAVE MY FRIENDS ALONE!"

The three boys and all of the orcs looked up towards the voice having to shield their eyes as the sun blazed shimmering blades of light across the rock face. The silhouette of a cloaked small boy appeared against the setting sun holding a staff.

"FINN," cried Medwin and Kern in unison," YOU'RE ALIVE!"

Chapter 7
The Mage

The little woodmouse sniffed the air, its whiskers sensing an impending change in the weather as it considered venturing from under a large fallen tree log. The mouse quickly changed its mind however when a barefoot human child came bounding over the log in a frantic sprint. The boy's cloak flicked and flipped behind him in the wind as the first spatters of rain started to drop from above.

Over the log stampeded six horny orc men. Some had already pulled out their hard throbbing cocks in anticipation of what they were going to do once they had caught the young Mage.

"You can't run forever little man," shouted the lead orc in pursuit, "might as well accept your fait and come sit on my spear!"

Finn could hear the other orcs laugh together as they started to spread out either side of the boy. The little Mage tried again to leap over another fallen log but this time his tunic caught on a partly broken branch that hooked and tore. With a large rip Finn found himself stuck and at the mercy of the orcs who pounced on the opportunity. The lead orc grabbing Finn around the waist lifted the boy high into the air with his young legs flailing and kicking bare feet. The torn tunic fell apart from Finn's smooth armpit down to the crotch revealing the twelve-year-old's fine young body to the ravenous orcs.

"No, please," cried out Finn in protest, "wait!"

Two more orcs grabbed the boy's ankles as he struggled against capture, arching his back , straining and twisting against their grasp. The lead orc pushed Finn down on his back onto the log while a forth orc held the boy's head back and lined up it's large circumcised orc Meat with Finn's mouth.

"Wait!" protested Finn, "Mmfffffff…"

The boy quickly found his rosy lips pushed apart and his mouth filled with a pulsating thick sausage. He felt more orcs suckling his toes, nibbling down his milky smooth thighs, pinching at his tiny nipples until they were sore and erect. His own boy cock became a hard throbbing three and a half inches [9 cm] as suddenly he felt something press against his smooth virgin hole.

With renewed energy Finn struggled and kicked as he felt sure he was about to loose the quest, causing one of the orcs to loose its grip on the boy's thin ankle.

"By Balor's cock!" shouted the lead orc, "hold the little cunt steady!"

"FROM TIMES LONG GONE, WHISPERED DOWN THROUGH GENERATIONS," came a bellowing voice, "THE BREATHE OF THE GODS, FLOWING FROM THE LIFE FORCE UNDER FOOT."

The orcs halted their assault on the young boy in confusion looking up to see a bearded man in white robes and a large pointed hat continue to spout words.

"I CALL THE GODDESS, HER WORDS ARE MINE," shouted the man with arms spread out towards the gathering of orcs and helpless Finn, "AND THROUGH THESE MORTAL HANDS , I COMMAND THEE, DIE WRETCHED THINGS OF EVIL, DIE!"

Finn watched in astonishment as all six orcs released their hold on the boy and started to writhe around on the ground before becoming lifeless and silent. The only sounds were that of the rain falling through the tree leaves and the faint little gasps for breathe made by a little boy laying amongst the bodies of dead orcs and still throbbing adult cocks.

"Come," said the man with the pointy hat holding a hand out to the boy, "I have been expecting you young Finn."

"How did you do that?" gasped Finn as he grabbed the man's hand to pull himself to his feet.

"Well, you should know," replied the man, "Since you are also a Mage, all be it an inexperienced one."

"Your'e a Mage too?" said Finn before realising, "You're the Wizard of the west, you're the Wizard??"

"Yes, and I arrived not a moment too soon," said the Wizard wrapping Finn into his cloak as he guided the boy away from the pile of orcs, "Any later and they would have ploughed away any chance of defeating Balor, so tell me young Mage, why did you not use your own spells to free yourself?"

"I lost my spells," replied Finn looking down at the ground, "I was hoping I could get more spells from you."

"Did you now," chuckled the Wizard as the two walked through the forest, "You will need to learn a lot more than just a few little spells if you are to find your friends and defeat Balor."

"My friends," piped up Finn, "my friends are ok?"

"Ah, here we are," said the Wizard ignoring Finn's question.

Finn followed the Wizard along the bank of a stream to a small rickety wooden bridge made of branches. On the other side of the stream was an outcrop of large stone boulders that formed a circle. To one side was a small shelter while in the centre was a smouldering fire pit. Covering the stones were painted green swirls and hanging from near by trees were colourful ribbons. The sun seemed to catch tiny specks in the rock causing dazzling sparkles that added the the places mystical ambiance.

"Sacred this place is," said the Wizard motioning for Finn to sit by the fire, "powerful with the earth spirits."

Finn sat carefully on a carved old log that had been placed by the fire as a place to sit. He felt the cool breeze of the forest bluster through his torn tunic over his sensitive skin sending a chilling shudder trough his body. The boy lent forward trying to pull the torn ragged parts of his tunic across his front and rested one small foot on top of his other as he watched the Wizard rummage about amongst bags and pots.

"So," said Finn nervously while reaching down to scratch his bare leg, "You kinda look familiar, you don't happen to be related to a druid and a tavern keeper?

"Aha, here they are!" said the Wizard with excitement as he held up a small wooden box,"And in answer to your question, no, any resemblance to persons, alive, dead or undead, are purely coincidental."

Finn smirked briefly then lent back with concern as the Wizard rushed over to where he sat, so close that he almost caused Finn to fall backward off the log.

"Before the spells, you must must first open your mind," said the Wizard taking a small piece of something out of the wooden box and placing it on his tongue.

"Open my mind," replied Finn confused, "but how am I supposed to do…"

Before Finn could finish his words he found his chin being grasped by the Wizard's hand and his face being drawn up to meet the older man's. With no time to react or protest Finn found his mouth being invaded by the Wizard's tongue which wrestled with the boy's own small tongue. What ever the Wizard had placed in his mouth was now crushed between two tongues and dissolving in Finn's mouth.

Seconds later the Wizard withdrew leaving Finn sat on the log in shock as his tunic and cloak dropped off his right shoulder.

"Why… why did you kiss me?" asked Finn suddenly feeling a bit dizzy.

"Mmm," groaned the Wizard as he span slowly on his feet, "Can you feel it young Mage, the life energy of the earth, the Earth Goddess wants to speak to you."

"Earth, Goddess?" Murmured Finn suddenly feeling rather hot in the rags of a tunic, "wants to speak to me?"

"Come young one," sang the Wizard, "Cast off these rags and present yourself to Mother Earth as pure as you are."

Finn couldn't quite work out what was going on as he untied the cloak from his neck while the Wizard tug and ripped away the remains of his tunic.

"This way young one," sang the Wizard cheerfully as he slid his hand over Finn's naked shoulder around his back, "it is time for your appointment with the earth Goddess."

The Wizard guided Finn over to some blankets he had just laid out for the naked boy. Sliding his hands up over Finn's smooth bottom to his shoulders, the Wizard gave a pleasurable moan then pushed slightly motioning for Finn to kneel down. Every sound seemed to echo, every reflected speck of light seemed to sparkle, every thought seemed to appear clear and bright in his minds eye.

"I… I don't like this," grimaced Finn covering his eyes with his little hands, "What's happening to me."

"Shhh, everything will be alright, I promise," said the Wizard as he placed a blind fold with a picture of one all seeing eye on the front over the boy's eyes, "Keep your hands down by your side and relax."

The Wizard sat back and started to remove his robes as he took in the site before him. A blind folded naked twelve-year-old boy knelt with back up straight and hands by his side, so innocent, so trusting, just waiting.

"The Goddess sees you," whispered the Wizard licking his lips as he grasped his stiffing wand, "you are a handsome boy, a beautiful boy, she loves you."

Finn listened to the Wizard's words as visions of lions strutting through gardens full of colourful flowers entered his mind.

"Who loves you Finn?" asked the Wizard softly stroking out a glob of precum.

"The Goddess?" replied Finn as the image of his smiling parents appear, "Mom loves me, Dad, my friends…"

"The Goddess will show you things Finn," continued the Wizard as he searched his bags for something, "tell me what you see."

"I see… I see, we are at the lake," replied Finn as the visions came to him bright and clear under his blindfold, "I see, it's a family day out, Mom and Dad are there, and some relatives."

"Are you having fun?" asked the Wizard while opening pots of body paint and picking up a brush, "Are you going to swim?"

"Yes," replied Finn shuddering as he felt the Wizards brush touch his naked skin, "I'm young I think I'm five or six…"

"Tell me what is happening," said the Wizard as his brush glided over Finn's smooth skin tickling the boy slightly as he painted swirls of green.

"Im playing with my cousins," giggled Finn, "My Uncle is watching."

"Your Uncle?" asked the Wizard with a coy smile.

"Yes, he's… he's always watching me," replied Finn somewhat surprised, "He's my favourite Uncle, he's always looking at me, not like Mom and Dad… I… I…"

"What Finn, tell me what you see," encouraged the Wizard as the brush reached Finn's smooth hairless pubic area, "Tell me what you see."

"Uncle Marcus, he's watching me undress for bed," gasped Finn as his vision changed, "I'm letting him watch me, he's always been watching me, I… I want him to see me undressed,… naked."

"That's it boy," groaned the Wizard as he watched the youngsters little cock start to rise and bounce and throb to attention, "Say what you see, say what you are thinking."

"I'm hiding, I'm watching Uncle Marcus in the shower," continued Finn, "I want him to catch me spying on him, he chases me, I can see his dick, it's so big and has hair, he says he loves me, he wants to… I want him to…"

"Go on young one say what you see," grinned the Wizard while his own dripping cock throbbed and bounced to every utterance of the soft soprano voice as he glided the brush of body paint across the boy's fully erect three and a half inches [9 cm].

"I see.. I see…" gasped Finn pausing with mouth wide open as if in shock of what he was seeing., "My Uncle and my Dad naked, they are smiling at me, I'm my age, they are hard… oh my god!"

The Wizard now finished with painting the small boy with green celtic swirls leans by Finn's left ear.

"What do you see," asked the Wizard softly, "say it!"

"I'm at the lake," blurted out Finn with a groaning whimper, "everyone's naked and fucking, I'm fucking my mum, on the picnic table, I'm fucking her while Uncle Marcus fucks me, aww I can feel it in me, oooawhh Mom!"

"Keep talking," said the Wizard as he scrambled to find something else in his bags.

"Medwin is there and Kern, they are both naked also, I want to fuck Medwin, but my dad is, my dad is fucking my best friend, I can see his dick going in an out, is that how it would look going into me?" gasped Finn, "I want to fuck Kern, he's got such a cute ass, I want to fuck it, feel my dick go inside him, oh he's so cute, and Medwin, I want to fuck them both, we are all naked at the lake, now dad is fucking me… owwwwhhhh."

"Where the fuck is it," groaned the Wizard trying to stay focussed as he searched frantically through his bags, while knelt behind him Finn swayed from side to side.

"I wonna fuck all my friends,… at school,… all the boys in my class," continued Finn lost in his lustful trip, "The whole class has got naked, all the girls are being fucked and some of the boys are getting fucked, on the tables, on the carpet or on the beanbags,… and our class Tutor, he's naked too, he wants to fuck all us kids, now he's pushed me over his desk at the front, ooohh I can't feel him pushing inside me,… but he's not my tutor, it's… it's my uncle… he's hugging me tight, I can feel him… ohhmmm… wait… no… wait!"

Finn could feel his orgasm fast approaching and moved his right hand around to grip his preteen stiff cocklette. But his intentions were thwarted as the Wizard quickly pushed the boy's hand away and placed something cold and metallic over Finn's groin, encasing the boy's smooth hard cock and soft ball pouch in armour. The Wizard then pushed the boy onto his back and lifted his feet up so that he could securely fasten the chastity codpiece. By this point the sudden change in position had caused Finn's head to spin and the boy passed out into a deep slumber.

***

Finn awoke to the sounds of the birds singing in the treetops, the blindfold had been removed. He was laying on the blankets with his cloak laid across his naked body and sat up on his elbows as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Good you are awake," said the fully dressed Wizard handing the boy some bread and a bowl of stew, "you must be hungry, here eat this."

"How long have I been sleeping?" asked Finn sitting up fully to receive the food.

"Oh about an hour or so," replied the Wizard as Finn took a spoon full of stew then paused in deep thought before hesitantly glancing up to the Wizard.

"Am… am I a pervert?" asked Finn with real sincerity and concern, "I mean… I saw all those things… with my parents… at school."

"Oh my dear boy no," replied the Wizard with a chuckle, "what you experienced was pure lust, everyone suffers from it, everyone has to deal with it."

"But… but I wanted…" stuttered Finn before lowering his voice incase someone was listening, "I wanted to fuck everything… everyone."

"Thats what lust does young Finn," explained the Wizard, "As you grow, you will learn to be lusts master, all men must, or lust will make them its slave."

Finn's eyes wondered from the Wizards gaze deeply considering the words he spoke.

"Like my Uncle," said Finn before taking another mouth full of stew.

"I don't understand," replied the Wizard.

"Uncle Marcus," explained Finn, "I did not realise it until until you… erm… I mean the goddess showed me, that he has always been watching me in a different way."

"But what has that to do with lust?" asked the Wizard with interest.

"Well," continued Finn rubbing his nose, "He's never done anything… I mean… he could have lots of time, and I think I've wanted him to, but he never did so would that be cos he's mastered his lust?"

A large smile grew on the Wizard's face as he knelt down to hold Finn's face in his hands before kissing the top of the boy's head.

"You smart boy," said the Wizard causing Finn to blush, "Now come on get up, it's time to learn something new."

Finn stood up flinging his cloak around the back over his shoulders and noticed for the first time the strange metal cup covering his groin. A strong metal chain wrapped around his young slim hips attaching to another piece of metal that he suddenly realised was inserted in to his bottom. Another chain then ran under through his legs connecting to frontal piece.

"What .. what is this," gasped Finn looking directly at the Wizard in surprise as he felt what ever was inside of him rub.

"That is an item of chastity," replied the Wizard with a grin, "It will protect you from outside stimulation during practice, whilst inside you will learn self control, now come for it is time!"

The naked boy followed the Wizard out though the circle of stones feeling slightly self conscious and pulling the cloak around him as much as possible. It was now he realised he was covered in faint green celtic swirls of paint. Every inch of his body, legs, feet, his little cock, all the way up to his neck and the sides of his cheeks. The afternoon sun glistened through the swaying tree branches reflecting sparkles when caught in the shiny metal of the small chastity belt.

The Wizard led the boy through the wood a small way before stopping at the start of a rocky path leading down the side of a hill.

"Wait here," said the wizard as he started to descend down the path, "I'll call for you once I have checked the path is safe."

Finn nodded as he watched the Wizard disappear from view. He started to to think back at all that had happened so far that day. Waking up wrapped up amongst his friends naked bodies, the Cavern of Molesta and the ambush at Crow Cross. Finn wondered where his best friends were, wether they were ok and still in the adventure, or if they had been captured, stripped and their bodies ravaged by the large orcs. He imagined them screaming for help as thick orc cocks pumped into their virgin holes, drowning in gallons of orc gum gushing down their throats.

Suddenly Finn felt an uncomfortable pressure as his hardening little dick was pressed against the confines of the chastity belt.

"Path is clear!" shouted the Wizard from down the path, "Come this way."

Finn shook the thoughts of his best friends from his mind and quickly descended the rocky path to join the Wizard.

At the bottom of the path was a large dried up pond, the surface was a cracked dry mud base. On the opposite side of the dried pond was a large dead tree, dark and leafless. Draped over its spindly branches high above hung a ragged cloak covered in tiny bits of paper that were tied to frayed threads of the cloak. Dotted about the dried lake stumbled groaning men in a slow wandering pattern. Most had partial clothing, rags and rusting armour while some were pantless with their big cocks swinging limply from side to side over low hanging balls. Where skin was visible it was a greyish colour and their faces had gormless expressions.

"Up there is what you seek," said the Wizard pointing at the cloak, "Guarded by the undead, the Wyrd Cloak is covered in many spells, giving who ever wears it great magical power."

Finn looked at the Undead aimlessly wandering about then up at the cloak in the tree as the Wizard stepped behind him reaching around to untie his cloak letting it drop to the floor.

"You must avoid the undead and climb the tree," whispered the Wizard into Finn's left ear, while running his hands gently over the sides of Finn's body "Or we can turn around and forget about the quest and your friends?"

Finn turned his head slightly towards the smiling Wizard then feeling the metal butt plug inside him, looked back towards the tree considering his next move. The Wizard backed away and waited as Finn stood naked covered in celtic swirls except for the small chastity belt protecting his most boyish of parts. His shoulder length blond hair flicked in the wind as he took a deep breathe then dashed forward.

The Wizard watched as the boy darted left and right avoiding lumbering undead that swung their arms as the boy got close. The blond boy ducked and rolled between arms, legs and soft swinging undead cocks. By the time Finn had reached the tree all the undead had been alerted to his youthful presence and were clambering for his body moaning and groaning for flesh and brains.

Finn managed to pull himself up the side of the tree as undead grey hands brushed against his buttocks and legs desperately trying to grip the soft skinned boy before he was up out of reach. One tall skinny undead man locked his hand around the boy's right barefoot and proceeded to pull all of Finn's toes into his mouth while sliding his other hand up the twelve-year-olds leg. The undead moaned and groaned as he sucked and slurped his tongue between the boy's digits then gently bit down nibbling with teeth. Finn yelped as a tingling sensation shot up his body then pushed with his other foot against the undead's face causing the zombie to fall back on the other undead releasing Finn to continue his climb.

Higher and higher the boy went while below all the undead warriors could do was reach out and watch as Finn gripped the tree with his bare feet, wrapped his boy legs around branches and reached out high with his little arms revealing the smooth glistening armpits.

Finn could feel the chastity plug in his butt rub and cause feelings as he climbed. They were similar to feelings he would get when climbing poles at the park playgrounds back home. When younger he would climb the poles moving his legs up and down resulting usually in a power dry cum just as he'd reach the top. Shaking the past from his mind Finn knew if he was not careful he could orgasm just by climbing the tree.

"Control," Finn whispered to himself, "the Wizard said I'd need to learn self control"

Finn looked up at the Wyrd Cloak above, took a deep breathe and continued his climb trying his best not to move in such a way that would cause his ass to rub against the chastity butt plug.

From the side of the dried up pond the Wizard adjusted his cock under his robes admiring the fine display of boy in his prime. Watching Finn's body twist and turn, boyish muscles bulging and flexing as he finally reached the top of the tree and the Wyrd Cloak.

"WOOHOOO!" shouted Finn with a huge grin on his face as he held the cloak above his head.

The Wizard simply smiled and bowed.

Finn now started his decent back down the tree and was presented with a new problem as six or seven undead warriors circled the base of the tree. But filled with renewed confidence Finn simply leapt from the tree into a small space and stood up wrapping the new cloak around him. Both the undead and the Wizard were not expecting this. The undead stood hesitantly before ambling towards the boy.

Finn pulled the side of his cloak up and looked as some of the spells tied to it. There was a spell for setting something on fire, another for stopping someone in mud. Finn looked at a few other before ripping off a spell and standing tall and proud in front of the advancing undead.

"I COMMAND THEE!" shouted Finn with arm out pointing with a smile, "Wretched things DIE!"

The undead paused and looked at each other briefly before turning back toward Finn and continuing their shambling towards the young boy.

"I DONT UNDERSTAND," shouted Finn confused, "WRETCHED THINGS DIE, DIE ALREADY, DIE!!!"

"YOU FOOL," shouted the Wizard, "THE UNDEAD ARE ALREADY DEAD!"

"AWWW CRAP!" shouted Finn as the first of the undead grabbed his outstretched arm, "wait, wait!"

Finn reached down and pulled another spell from the Wyrd Cloak as he struggled against the undead warrior.

"I COMMAND THEE," shouted Finn at the whole group of undead about to descended on his small frame, "errr… STICK IN THE MUD!"

One of the undead suddenly stopped and struggled as if its feet were frozen to the spot but the rest still continued.

"AHHHH HELP, HELP!" yelled Finn as the undead pushed Finn to the ground.

The boy felt the undead warriors' grip and rub hands all over his body, pulling as his legs and arms. Undead cock brushed against Finn's outstretched toes as he struggled to free himself from their grasps. Hands grabbed as the small boy's ass and cupped over the chastity belt, gripping it and trying to pull it off. Groaning mouths licked and nibbled Finn's ears, neck, and nipples. Completely surrounded and intwined between writhing wrestling undead bodies, Finn could not fathom wether they were trying to fuck him or eat him as teeth and nails scratched over his young body while hard zombie cocks slapped and prodded him from all sides.

"GODDESS HEAR THY PLEA," came the booming voice of the Wizard above the undead moans and groans, "GIVE UNTO ME YOUR VOICE, GIVE ME THE POWER TO DICTATE ONTO THOSE YOUR WILL, AND WITH THAT POWER AND YOUR GRACE I SHALL COMMAND ALL EVIL HERE, UNLEASH LUST!"

Suddenly all the undead turned their attention away from Finn and started to grab each other. Undead pushing undead onto their backs and forcing hard undead cock into tight undead ass. Finn now mostly free from their grasp found himself squashed up against the writhing bodies.

One undead guy was tearing off the remaining clothes of another man revealing his unpainted pink skin before mounting and fucking. Another young smooth undead warrior in his early twenties was being fucked at both ends, spit roasted by two hairy-chested mature undead. All around where undead warrior men engaged in a rampant fuckfest while trapped between them Finn struggled to crawl free.

The hard leaking cocks of those being fucked pressed against Finn's young body being. The friction of the struggling boy's smooth skin combined with the thrusting cocks of their fellow undead warriors eventually resulted in multiple spurts of zombie cum gushing between the bodies.

Soon Finn was slick with a slimy covering of cum as throbbing undead cock after undead cock splattered the entangled boy. Undead Warriors pulled out of gaping holes to shoot ropes of gooey zombie seed over the pile of writhing bodies.

As the undead finally lay down exhausted Finn was able to crawl out from the large adult bodies. Using his new cloak to wipe cum from his face the boy stumbled across the dried up pond.

"Oy my gawd!" gasped Finn finally reaching the Wizard, "how did you do that!"

"Oh it's just a simple lust spell," replied the Wizard putting an arm around the boy moving him back up towards the path.

"No but when I did a spell it only stopped one," said Finn with eyes still focused on the pile of naked undead men as he was guided back up the path.

"It's all in the words young Finn," said the Wizard, "Simply saying 'I command thee' is not enough to evoke the power of the goddess."

"Awww but I'm useless at big words," frowned Finn in frustration, "I get all confused and can't think of anything."

"Listen," said the Wizard as the two arrived at the top of the rocky pathway, "You just have to clear you head, think of something that makes you feel calm."

"What'll make me feel calm?" replied Finn with a sigh.

"Ok think," said the Wizard stopping,"Think of a moment where you felt good, felt calm and at peace."

Finn's gaze became distant as a thought popped in to his head. Remembering when he had lost his spells and threatened to quit. Both Medwin and Kern told him they would not play the adventure without him and then they both shared a kiss with him. That moment he felt at peace, accepted and loved.

The Wizard watched as a beautiful natural smile spread across the blond boy's face.

"Ah there it is, that wonderful smile," grinned the Wizard rustling Finn's mop of hair, "That must be a very special memory, use it to calm yourself before you cast a death spell and let it inspire your words, then my boy you will be unstoppable."

The Wizard stroked a hand against Finn's face. over the course of the event he had become so fond of this boy and he was aware soon the event would be coming to an end.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" came a sudden scream from deep in the woods catching the attention of both Finn and the Wizard.

"That sounded like Kern!" gasped Finn excited, "I have to help him!"

"I understand," chuckled the Wizard as Finn turned to run, "woah there, hang on a minute."

"But he needs me, I have the cloak." insisted Finn, "I have to go help him!"

"I know I know, but first we need to remove this," sid the Wizard reach around Finn's waist and unlocking the chastity belt letting it fall from the boy's groin while the rear part popped from the virgin pucker.

Finn gave out a sigh as his little smooth cock flopped free from its confined armour. His smooth ball pouch clammy from being cooped up against his body sticking slightly to the inside of his young thighs as he reached round to rub his tingling butt.

"And as much as I'd like to see you remain like this," continued the Wizard reaching into his bag and pulling out a clean white tunic, "You are a white wizard now, and as such you should start looking like one."

Finn's eyes sparkled with delight as he quickly took off the Wyrd Cloak and slipped the white tunic over his body. The material slid down his small boyish frame reaching just above his ankles. The wizard then tied a loose rope around the boy's thin waist resting on the hips before laying the Wyrd Cloak over Finn's shoulders.

The Wizard then offered his staff to the boy who slowly reached out to take hold.

"Now you are ready," winked the Wizard kneeling on one knee and rubbing his hands up and down Finn's upper arms reassuringly, "Now go, save your friends and defeat Balor."

Finn turned and ran a few steps before stopping suddenly. The Wizard paused confused as the boy turned around to look at him. Finn then ran back and into the Wizard's arms placing his rosy lips against the surprised man's. The Wizard quickly let the confusion slide however reaching up and running his fingers through the boy's blond locks as their tongues danced and lips pressed.

"What was that for?" asked the Wizard as Finn broke away leaving his taste dripping from the Wizard's mouth.

"You are the master of your lust," said Finn with serious expression of thought, "I've see you looking at me."

The Wizard knelt in silence as Finn turned and ran off into the forest before falling backwards onto his back shaking his head as he felt his furiously hard wizard cock twitch under the white robes.

"What has he done to me," sighed the Wizard to himself, "what the fuck is it about that kid?"

Meanwhile Finn was back on his quest as the chosen one. Foretold by the druid that would defeat Balor and bring peace to the land of Morcok. The sun was starting to set behind him as the blond boy jogged through the woodland towards where he thought Kern's cry had come from.

Following not path in particular Finn found himself climbing and outcrop of rocks, his bare feet making light patter sounds as he moved across them with his new staff. As the young white wizard reached the edge of the rock outcrop he suddenly started to hear voices.

"I am Kern the Mighty, and I have this all under control," shouted a familiar young voice.

Peering over the edge Finn saw a large group of fearsome looking orc men in a line and ahead of then stood two small boys and an older teenager. Kern was for some reason naked poised for a fight while Medwin no longer was wearing breaches but at least they were alive alive. Finn recognised the teenager as the Woodsman they met earlier that day.

"GET THEM!" shouted the lead orc and all the orcs marched forward.

"WAIT!" shouted Finn standing to his feet without thinking, "LEAVE MY FRIENDS ALONE!"

The three boys and all of the orcs looked up towards the voice having to shield their eyes as the sun blazed shimmering blades of light across the rock face. The silhouette of a cloaked small boy appeared against the setting sun.

"FINN," cried Medwin and Kern in unison," YOU'RE ALIVE!"

"Yes I am," replied Finn glowing with confidence,"AND I HAVE THE WYRD CLOAK!!"

"HE HAS THE WYRD CLOAK???" gasped the lead orc.

"HE HAS THE WYRD CLOAK!!!!" pointed some of the orcs as they backed away.

"YES THE WYRD CLOAK!" shouted Finn.

"What the fuck is a Wyrd Cloak?" asked Kern with a confused expression while unconsciously scratching his exposed boy balls.

"It is the most powerful magical relic in all of Morcok," explained the Woodsman with a smile.

"Awesome," replied Medwin,"He's got his magic back!"

"So with that you can blast all these orcs away?" asked Kern with excitement.

"I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT," shouted Finn raising his staff above his head.

"YEH FINN, FUCK THEM UP!" cheered Kern in battle pose.

"IN THE NAME OF THE GODDESS…" Finn started then paused…" IN THE NAME OF THE GODDESS…" The orc leader watched on as Finn repeated his words. Finn appeared to hesitate looking down at his feet leaving everyone to look amongst each other with confusion before suddenly looking up in realisation.

"IN THE NAME OF THE GODESS, AND ALL THAT IS SACRED," Finn practically screamed "I COMMAND THEE…"

"This is gonna be sooo good," sniggered Kerne.

"TAKE US TO BALOR!" finished Finn lowering his staff and dropping down from the outcrop of rocks.

"Wait what?" gasped Kern.

Chapter 8
Adventures End

Marcus stood in the monster tent looking at his reflection in small mirror hung up on a tent pole for those putting on makeup. Staring into his own eyes thinking about how this weekend was to end. Everything was set for the climactic final in this adventure. His cock stiffened under the long cream coloured tunic as he thought about his virgin nephew out their in the woods slowly making his way to the inevitable conclusion.

"I dunno if I can go through with this," he whispered quietly to himself, "I don't know which part of me is in control tonight."

A ruckus of laughter snapped Marcus from his thoughts.

"Where's Jason?" asked Marcus struggling to buckle up his metal plated arm brace as his best friend Tom and three other men entered the tent.

"We went the the sacred pool as instructed," said one of the men dressed as an orc, "But we couldn't find them"

"Dammit," sighed Marcus, "Jason's Woodsman character was supposed to die so he could assist me with Balor."

"Yeh well," continued another of the men, "we saw him later after Tom and that little redhead finished us off, seems he's now the little Ranger's side kick."

"I was looking forward to gutting the Woodsman," grinned the third man, "Sorry, I meant fucking the Woodsman."

"Shut up," replied Tom, "you got to fuck the little Warrior."

"Oh jeez," groaned the third man grabbing his crotch, "The little cunt begged me, and thanks to that slimy cavern idea I slipped right in easy, this event is just insane!"

The group chuckled and at that moment the Wizard arrived back at the monster tent followed by those who had played the undead walkers.

"Holy crap Marc," said the Wizard, "That nephew of yours is really something."

"Did everything go ok," asked Marcus pulling a large golden cloak over his armoured shoulders.

"I think so," replied the Wizard , "Quite a few revelations with that boy."

"What revelations?" asked Marcus curiously.

"Oh I think you'll find out soon enough," grinned the wizard, "He didn't break his neck climbing the tree for that old cloak, so he's got some powerful spells for that next battle."

Suddenly Derek appeared at the entrance to the tent with his orc mask off gasping for breathe.

"Battle over already?" asked Tom with a laugh.

"What fucking battle? " said Derek with a sarcastic tone turning to Marcus, "there was no battle, that bloody nephew of yours cast a spell demanding they be taken straight to Balor."

"What the fuck?" said Marcus in surprise.

"They are heading to the last encounter site right now," said Derek urgently.

"What the hell is that kid doing?" sighed Marcus grabbing a large mask before picking up a golden spear, "Jason goes awol and my nephew starts going off plot."

"The kid's bright," replied the Wizard with a chuckle, "better get your Balor ass over to the last encounter, I have a feeling it's going to be quite special."

"Thanks man," said Marcus heading to the tent exit, "Are you ok with being the druid again and setting up their tent?"

"Of course," grinned the Wizard, "you guys better get going"

***

About a dozen big hard work boots stomped over the woodland path followed by three sets of delicate feet before another dozen or so thick heavy boots trampled the ground. The sun had set casting the forest into darkness so the orcs lit the way with fire torches.

The young Woodsman was looking down at his boot covered feet then ahead of him were the thin heels of the little Ranger. In front of the Ranger was the pale naked young frame of the little Warrior, while ahead of him walked the cloak covered Mage following the line of big light armoured orc men.

Glancing back at Kern the teenager watched the twelve-year-old's firm bubble butt flex and jiggle as he walked. Turning to look back at Medwin he found the Ranger grinning at him.

"You want to fuck him, right?" whispered Medwin leaning back.

"I think everyone does," whispered back the Woodsman focusing again on the pert warrior bum.

Medwin felt his little cock come to life as he momentarily thought of all the orcs grabbing his redhead friend and pounding his ass into muddy earth.

"Doesn't the ground hurt your feet?" asked the Woodsman snapping Medwin from his thoughts.

"At first it feels a bit weird," replied the boy, "but you get used to it then ignore the prickly bits, kinda feels nice, sometimes."

The Woodsman paused for a second then stopped and started to pull off his boots and socks tossing them aside. Soon he was also barefoot feeling the soft mud between his toes and the woodland breeze over his teenage sweaty feet before being shoved from behind by an impatient orc.

"Come on keep a move on," grunted the orc.

A little ways ahead of the Woodsman and Ranger was a different conversation between the Warrior and the Mage.

"Finn?" asked Kern, "why are you and Medwin friends with me?"

"What do you mean?" replied Finn a bit confused.

"Well, you are both real smart," continued Kern, "specially Medwin, like he's in top class for everything and I'm like bottom."

"So?" said Finn,"So what?"

"I'm not a smart person." said Kern with a frown, "I took off my kilt thinking I'd be a mighty warrior, now I'm all nude and cold, how stupid is that?"

"You ain't stupid," replied Finn turning to face his friend, "just 'cos you ain't in top classes don't mean you ain't smart at some stuff."

"Like what?" asked Kern intrigued.

"Ermm…." replied Finn, "… I dunno off top of my head, anyways that's not why we are friends."

"Then why?" asked Kern unconsciously scratching his young plump testicles as they walked.

"Erm… I dunno," replied Finn causing Kern to look back with his typical confused scrunched up nose expression, "I guess we just can't imagine doing anything without you, it's always been you me and Medwin, it always is, and I guess, well… it's like the Avengers."

"You what?" laughed Kern.

"Like Iron man, Thor and Captain America," continued Finn, "pretty cool films on their own, but when they came together in Avengers everything was so much more epic."

"Oh I think I get what you mean…. cool," replied Kern, "I'm Iron Man though."

The line of orc soldiers and young adventurers arrived at the base of what looked like a hill but was in fact a large mound of earth surrounded by trees. A pathway lead up the mound to a flat area on top where a small fort had been built. The fort was simply a small wooden platform surrounded by a fence circle made from rows of wooden posts approximately two metres [7 ft] in hight. Flaming torch lamps hung from some of the posts bathing the area in a flickering orange glow revealing at one end a bell tent. The young boys and teenager were lead through a main gate and pushed forward in front of the platform which resembled an altar covered in soft sheepskin rugs and clothe.

The almost forty big bulking orc men filed into the fort and stood back against the fence posts facing inwards. The boys all turned their heads as they heard the gate slam shut and a wooden plank placed across locking it shut.

"Least we still got our weapons," murmured Medwin pulling an arrow from his quiver.

"Lord Balor," shouted the lead orc, "This young Mage commanded that he be brought to you."

"OH DID HE NOW?" replied a large booming voice from inside the tent.

The adventurers watched as the drapes covering the entrance were pushed aside and out stepped a large man. White robes flowed over golden metal breast plates down to his ankles covering large leather boots. Not belt or harness was worn around the waist so as the forest wind caught the robes the man's large cock and hanging balls could be seen swinging from side to side. Balor marched towards the boys, a billowing cloak flicked and flapped behind him attached to the large armoured shoulders.

Finn looked up to find the man's glaring eyes looking down at him from behind a golden helmet that had two very large ornate horns either side and a crest of spikes spreading out behind. The helmet covered the face down to the mans chin and resembled a skull.

"Where is this Mage," shouted Balor, "this Mage who braves an audience with Balor ruler of five kingdoms?"

Kern and Medwin both turned to Finn who nervously stepped forward closer to the towering man.

"M… me your lordship," stuttered Finn suddenly doubting his plan.

"And what a delicate ripe looking thing you are," said Balor with a perverted grin, "why would a little boy march all this way to me?"

Finn turned to face his friends who were watching with anticipation. This was it, the end of their journey and it all hinged on what the chosen one said next. Finn turned to look back up at Balor.

"To kill you," said Finn with a serious expression.

For a moment their was complete silence except for the light crackle of burning torches, then Balor's laughter echoed around the fort.

"The gods have delivered me a fool," growled Balor groping his hardening cock behind his robes, "and a pretty one at that."

Balor stepped forward grabbing Finn by the shoulders before sliding his hands down over the boy's thin arms holding him in place. The other other boys gasped in alarm as Finn was flipped onto the altar then Balor climbed up and knelt over the small blond boy.

"You came here to kill me," said Balor holding Finn down by his wrists, "A mere fantasy boy, I think I should show you the harsh reality you are in, one where small pathetic boys like you get impaled on the end of my mighty cock."

Medwin and Kern turned looking at each other with knowing smiles as the surrounding orc men burst into loud grunting cheers encouraging their great leader.

Finn struggled at first against Balor's grip before relaxing his meagre body. Balor looked down, his hard throbbing dick pushing between the robes dripping with long trickles of precum. For so long he had been waiting for this, to take his nephew's cherry. He had lusted over the boy for as long as he could remember but never acted.

Marcus watched as his nephew gasped for breath under him, those beautiful lips, those inquisitive trusting eyes. He had watched the boy grow, develop such a sweet personality and individuality.

Gently rubbing Finn's wrist Marcus glided his fingers across the boy's soft palms. Finn looked up with innocent curiosity as Balor's demeanour seemed to suddenly change from aggression to empathy, the two catching each other's gaze for a moment. Marcus wanted this so badly but as he saw himself reflected in Finn's large blue sparkling eyes, his lust came under attack from some deeper feeling.

Suddenly Marcus felt sick. Suddenly the plan to fuck his nephew by pretending it was the only way to complete a game seemed wrong. Suddenly it had to mean more, it had to reflect the bond they had formed up until now or it would simply be unfair for Finn.

The orcs fell silent as Balor let go and backed away from the little Mage.

"I have changed my mind," said Balor turning away from Finn, "I am returning to my tent to make plans to control these lands, you may kill them as you wish."

The orcs all looked at each other in confusion.

"But what about Finn's virginity?" gasped Kern reaching out his arms towards Finn with hands wide looking at Medwin in despair, "We spent all that time stopping him from yanking his noodle, just for Balor to pass up on butt plunging him?"

Medwin turned to the Woodsman for an explanation.

"Don't look at me," said the Woodsman, "This wasn't the plan, believe me."

Finn quickly got to his feet standing on the altar as Balor made his way back to the tent. He was so confused. He then searched with urgency all over the Wyrd Cloak before finding what he was looking for and glanced back at his friends giving them a quick nod and an impish smile.

"IN THE NAME OF THE GODESS," shouted Finn causing Balor to stop just as he was about to enter his tent.

"AND ALL THINGS SACRED TO ME," continued Finn.

"QUICK STOP HIM," ordered an orc in alarm, "HE'S CASTING A SPELL."

"I CALL FORTH THE POWER, DRAWN FROM THIS EARTH," roared Finn now starting to ham up the theatrics by swinging his arms this way and that, "THE LOVE OF MY FRIENDS, AND THE LOVE OF MY PARENTS, AND THE LOVE OF MY UNCLE."

These latests words caused Balor to finally turn and face the boy standing on the altar.

"STICK HIM WITH AN ARROW," shouted another orc, "BEFORE HE REDUCES US TO QUIVERING DYING CORPSES."

"I GATHER FORTH THE STRENGTH THEY GIVE ME," the chanting continued as an orc pulled pack an arrow on his bow aiming at Finn, "AND WITH IT I CAN FEEL THE ENTIRE WORLD THROUGH MY BODY."

Just as the orc archer was about to loose he felt the stinging pain of a role-play safety arrow hitting him square in the face knocking him flat on his back.

"Sorry," shouted Medwin, "I didn't mean to hit him in the… aww fuck it,… yes I did."

"RAGHHHHH!" shouted Kern surprising another orc by hitting him in the stomach with his rubber axe.

And after that all hell broke loose as the orcs engaged the Ranger, Warrior and Woodsman in battle while the Mage continued his loud chanting.

Balor walked very slowly back towards the altar to find his nephew shouting and noticing tears running down his cheeks.

"OH GODDESS OF THE EARTH, AND THE HORNED GOD OF THE HUNT," screamed Finn in apparent anger, "GRANT ME THIS ONE TIME, POWER GREATER THAN ALL WIZARDS OF THIS LAND!

"HURRY FINN!" shouted Kern struggling to fend off two orcs, swinging his axe while ducking and diving past their clubs.

"WE CAN'T HOLD THEM OFF FOR MUCH LONGER!" shouted Medwin as he felt himself backed against the back of the Woodsman who was also fending off the advancing orcs.

Balor stood silent and confused wondering what his nephew was up to.

"AND SO I COMMAND ALL EVIL HERE," shouted Finn staring directly at Balor while all the orcs stopped and waited for their terrifying fait to be announced, "UNLEASH… THY… LUST!!!"

No one made a single sound for a moment as everyone processed Finn's final word, then some of the orcs roared with lustful rage and started pulling their costumes off while overs simply started to make out with each other.

"Erm, duuuude," said Kern as hands started to grab at his arms and naked bottom, "That sure didn't sound like a spell to kill them!"

Kern felt his little cock and his balls engulfed in a sucking wet mouth and looked down to see his boy parts disappearing through the mouth gap in an orc mask. Arms then wrapped around his chest and belly from behind while an orc masked face nibbled and kissed his neck.

"Awww fuck, not again!" groaned Kern as he felt fingers slide up inside him.

The other side of the fort Medwin let loose two arrows into two advancing orcs flooring them, but another followed and before he could pull out his knife he was wrestled to the floor. Beside him the Woodsman buried his rubber axe into another orc who grabbed the shaft and pulled the weapon from his hands. Two more lust filled orcs then set upon the Woodsman and started pulling at his thick gambeson jacket and pants.

Most of the orcs were now naked except for their orc masks and boots. Big hairy bodies, some with round beer bellies while others had more defined muscular builds. One was a big black man still wearing his orc mask and boots, the flickering light of the torches glistened off his dark skin as he stood stroking his large black cock. Before him Medwin struggled in the grasp of two other orcs. One had gone straight under Medwin's tunic pushing the boy's legs wide open for better access to the boy's exposed twitching pucker, while the other was tugging the Ranger's armour off.

Medwin kicked his feet against one orc and pushed his arms against the other to no effect, then suddenly he felt a hand grab his raven black hair and pull his head up painfully. In front of his eyes was the dripping pink head of a throbbing large black cock and before he could utter a word it was pushed forward past his rose lips over his tongue to the very back back of his throat. The big orc then began to piston the little Ranger's mouth while brushing the boy's ravenblack hair aside so he had a perfect view of his thick meat disappear into the boy's head.

Finn lay down on the altar as he saw Balor slowly walk towards him. Looking down the Mage could see Balor's own large cock was hard as oak and was now protruding from between the robes leading the way.

Some other orcs had grabbed each other and lay against the side of the altar fucking one another with loud grunts. All around where the sounds of orc men on orc men action, and all still had their masks on.

"Clever boy," whispered Balor as he reached over his shoulders and with a small click sound the shoulder armour and cloak dropped to the floor.

He started to speed up his approach and Finn crawled back a few inches as Balor lunged onto the Altar kneeling over the young boy with arms either side. His cock dripping with precum, his eyes filled with lust.

Looking down Marcus felt confusion. Of all the spells Finn could have cast he chose a lust spell, what did this mean? He must really want to win the adventure, or perhaps something else?

Finn saw Balor's confused eyes and rose up just enough to whisper in Marcus ear.

"I know it's you uncle," said Finn softly, "I've seen you watching me."

Marcus suddenly felt embarrassed, as if his cover was blown, the boy had seen through his deviant plans.

"I'm sorry, I… I'll call it all off," stuttered Marcus like a child who'd just been busted looking at porn. "I promise I wont… we…"

"No Uncle, thats not it," replied Finn, "I've been watching you too."

It was Finn's turn to blush as his Uncle's eyes grew large behind the mask in sudden realisation.

Meanwhile Kern found himself being lifted by his waste up into the air as five or six men pushed and shoved each other in their lust filled urges to have the little redhead all to themselves. His feet grabbed and caressed, arms pulled this way and that while his own little throbbing cocklette flicked about glistening from the saliva and spit from orcs hungry for young boy cock.

From his elevated vantage Kern could see his friend Medwin struggling against three orc men, one of which had its big black cock in the boy's mouth.

"MEDWIN," shouted Kern, "I'M COMING MEDWIN!"

Kern kicked and thrashed with sudden renewed energy caching the squabbling orcs under him off guard. Kern dropped to the ground and quickly picked himself up running towards the big orc who was face fucking his best friend.

Leaping into the air Kern landed on the big muscular dark skinned orc wrapping his legs tight around the man while placing an arm around his neck. The orc was first surprised as the small arm chocked him, then tried to utter a moan as the Warrior's small feet locked together just above the orc's big black cock still wrapped inside Medwin's mouth.

"LET MY FRIEND GO," shouted Kern pulling tighter around the man's neck choking him, "I'm in control!"

This only made the orcs large black cock throb harder and harder as he felt Kern's feet brush against the base of his cock.

Arching his huge muscular back the orc shoved hard feeling the head push further down Medwin's throat and let loose a torrent of cum.

Kern fell backwards pulling the orc with him while pushing a foot against Medwin's face. The Ranger instantly started to cough and choke as the cock slipped from his mouth leaving a long trail of sticky orc slime.

Laying over is nephew amidst the chaos Marcus took a deep breathe.

"Are you sure?" asked Marcus as his cock throbbed to renewed excitement, "We are ok?"

"Yes Uncle," smiled Finn pulling his legs apart and lifting his white tunic up slightly, "we are ok."

Glancing up Marcus surveyed the surrounding orc orgy. Many of the forty monster crew were engaged in lustful sex. Big burly guys on slim young men, cocks slamming into muscular ass, cocks filling hungry mouths.

He saw young Kern pulling himself free from from under his good friend Joe who's big thick cock appeared to be spent dripping sperm across his dark skinned belly. Kern only had a few moments to stand on his feet before a group of six strong men pulled the boy into their circle of horny lust.

Further away Marcus saw Derek had wrestled the naked Woodsman down and was making out with the teenager, mouths locked while his hand beat the boy's meat in a fierce grip.

Next to the Woodsman was Medwin. The skinny boy was gasping and had been stripped of his clothes while an orc knelt behind him sliding its cock up and down his prepared ass.

Looking back down at Finn with his ears full of grunts and moans, Marcus let the lust filled atmosphere spread through his mind before finally leaning down and forcing his mouth on his nephews. Running his hands through Finn's long blond hair he caressed and cupped the boy's face while searching out the youngsters playful small tongue.

Finn tried to take in all the new sensations he was having. His uncle was kissing him, he could feel his tongue wrestling with his, and felt electrical spasms as his uncles stubble grated against his own smooth cheeks. Then his uncle broke away briefly before suddenly pulling at the boy's white wizards tunic, tearing it and the Wyrd Cloak away from his body.

Finn lay there motionless as the Uncle surveyed his nephew's nakedness for the first time in a long time. The flickering flames of the torches caught against the smooth curves of the boy's smooth body, the glistening small tufts hinting of puberty either side his twitching stiff uncut boy cock.

Marcus removed his mask and remaining robes before returning to the boy he had watched grow. Grabbing Finn's small feet Marcus slide his hands up the blond boy's legs lifting them as he moved closer until the tip of Marcus hard cock tapped at Finn's virgin hole. Finn grasped the sides of his uncles hips with his bare feet while reaching up and placing his hands on Marcus shoulders.

"I've wanted to do this for such a long time," said Marcus shakily.

"Me too," replied Finn, "I just didn't know it until today."

Then Finn's face scrunched up, mouth open exhaling a gasp as he felt his uncle push into his twelve-year-old body. Arching his spine and bending his head backward off the end of the altar, Finn gritted his teeth.

Medwin was in a blurry daze. The taste of cum on his lips as the moans of the surrounding orgy muffled by the rough face fuck he had just been given. Orc men stroked his bare skin and rubbed their hard orc flesh against his small pale body. He knew what was about to happen as he felt the familiar sliding of flesh against the crack of his young ass. Closing his eyes he heard grunting and shuffling and for a brief moment the orcs hands left his body only to grab his thin hips firmly again and then he felt it. His little tight pucker felt the push of hot flesh and opened up to allow the cock to slide into him. Medwin groaned turning his head to face the invader. But to Medwin's surprise it was the Woodsman resting over him with his teen cock nestled inside the boy.

"They can not butt fuck you if I'm already in you," smiled the Woodsman pushing further into the little Ranger boy.

Medwin moaned with a smile moving his head to meet the Woodsman as he leaned down to kiss Medwin passionately.

Kern was still in control sucking and slurping from one dripping cock head to another when a bigger orc knelt down behind him. Grabbing then pulling the boy's body away from the others the orc began slapping its bulbous cockhead against Kern's upturned bubble butt, occasionally sliding it up and down the boy's crack. Kern turned just as the orc removed his mask to reveal himself to be none other than Marcus best friend Tom.

"Cullun?" gasped Kern.

"Looks like you are still in control?" said Tom sliding his hand over Kern's round smooth ass and underneath rubbing the boy's plump little smooth boy pouch.

"Urghmm oooooh, yeh," gasped Kern turning and laying on his back with one leg in the air while the other rested on the ground.

"How about…," said Tom lifting Kern's leg into the air stretching the boy open, before resting his face against Kern's left heel while taking in the smell of the boy's skin, "How about I fill that little tough body of yours with more of my warrior cum?"

Kern gasped then groaned with boyish charm as Tom reached down and pushed two fingers into the little warriors hole. The orc men who had been receiving blowjobs before Tom interrupted, pulled off their orc masks to reveal their sweaty lust filled faces then moved closer while stroking their thick cocks to watch.

On the altar Marcus was now enjoying the feeling of sliding in and out of his young nephew. With Finn's legs wrapped around his uncles back Marcus leaned forward watching Finn's expression as he moaned and gasped to every thrust. The heat from the tight confines of Finn's virgin body around Marcus big cock contrasted with the cool breeze of the night across his back, causing Finn's uncle to occasionally shiver as he plunged deeper into his nephew.

Marcus then rolled over with his nephew until he was on his back with Fin above him still impaled on his aching cock that yearned to let loose the reservoir of cum churning in his big bouncing balls. In this new position Marcus could run his hands up Finn's smooth thighs and watch the boy's hard cock twitch over the hairless ball sack resting on his stomach.

He started to push up into the boy while continuing to slide his hands gently over Finn's hips, then up further feeling the bumps of little ribs before finally circling finger tips over the young boy's tiny hardening nipples. Finn dropped his head back as his body bucked to the thrusts of his uncle under him.

Bouncing up and down on his Uncle's bucking hips, his boy cock flicking up and down, saliva dribbling from the corner of his open gasping mouth. Everything was an orange flickering blur as his blond mop coveredhead flopped about heavy from the overwhelming sensations being sent through his twelve-year-old body with each thrust. He wanted to cum so badly yet managed to hold it back just like the Wizard had said.

The Woodsman rose up on his knees pulling Medwin with him, his back against the teenager's chest. The stocky forty-three year old Derrick crouched behind the seventeen year old Woodsman and hungrily feasted on the teens plump hanging balls and inviting ass. The teen wrapped his arms tighter around Medwin as he felt a thick wet tongue push against his ass muscles, forcing them to part and gain entrance to the teenager's hot insides.

In front of Medwin a man in his late twenties still wearing an orc mask grabbed the Ranger's delicate feet before sliding his hands up the slim legs to Medwin's hips. The man then moved his head forward and pushed the tip of Medwin's hard smooth uncut cock through the mouth slit of the mask. Medwin felt his foreskin pulled back tight as it slide against the rubber of the mask. His sensitive cockhead finally touched wet salivating lips under the mask and then a tongue wrapped around the boy's hard nail teasing it with flicks and sudden suction.

Medwin gasped and moaned in the tight grasp of his older friend. Both of them with eyes closed as lustful men fondled and grasped at them from all around.

Tom meanwhile was now finger fucking Kern with four thick digits. Removing his fingers from Kern's now fully stretched little warrior pussy, he pushed Kernes tired legs up against his chest and moved forward.

"I am Kern the Mighty," grinned Kern with lust filled glazed eyes as he felt Tom's hot touch against his twitching little hole, "fill me with your cum, I want to feel it spurt into me and make me even more mighty."

"Aaw fuck," groaned one of the six men jerking off watching Tom enter the young boy, "listen to this fucking Kid."

Kern's toes curled as he felt Tom's big rigid cock slide into him, then the warrior boy let out a sudden high pitched grunt as he felt it brush his most sensitive insides.

Tom spent no time waiting and proceeded to jack hammer the little redhead's body. The other men kneeled in front of this ultimate show of man on boy fucking, watching Tom's slick thick seven inches [18 cm] piston in an out. Kern gave a long sustained groan that juddered in tone with each hard thrust, while a loud slap echoed around the fort from the force of Tom's thighs slamming against Kern's bouncing bubble butt.

Medwin again leaned back to kiss his friend on the mouth, locking tongues with the Woodsman as their naked bodies were pulled from several directions at once.

Derick yelled in ecstasy as his cock spasmed deep inside Jason the Woodsman, pushing the teenager deeper into the young boy held in his arms. As Derick's cum dripping meat slid from the Woodsman he was immediately pushed aside by another horny individual wanting teen ass.

The Woodsman felt his body being pulled away from little Medwin, and the two gasped in protest as their kiss broke and the teenager's cock fell from the comfort of Medwin.

"Wait, help!" shouted Medwin reaching out to the Woodsman as his legs were grabbed and his small frame pulled away.

"Medwin!" groaned the Woodsman reaching out just enough for the two boy's finger tips to briefly touch before they were separated by two lust filled groups of men.

Tears trickled from Finn's eyes down his smooth rose blushed cheeks as he struggled to hold back his impending boygasm. Then just as he felt his body tense, Marcus withdrew from his nephew's stretched sore ass pushing the boy up and off his uncle.

"No, please," whimpered Finn, "please don't stop now!"

"Oh don't you worry," replied Marcus out of breathe, "time for the grand finale."

Marcus took hold of Finn's tired limbs and tugged the boy over so that he was on his hands and knees before lining up his adult cock with his nephew's slick stretched hole. Finn's ass muscles flexed making his dribbling gaping hole appear to gasp wantonly.

Finn felt his Uncle's hardness once again enter his young body while Marcus lent over wrapping his strong arms under his small delicate nephew.

"You mean the world to me, you know that right?" whispered Marcus into Finn's left ear before pushing his cock as deep as possible into his brother's son.

"Y… YESHHHHH!" screamed Finn as the deep insertion pushed him beyond his control.

Marcus held tight as the boy beneath him kicked out his legs and flailed his arms in the throws of the most powerful orgasm so far in his young life. His uncut cocklette harder than it had ever been throbbed and bobbed tight against the boy's pubic area.

"NAUGHHH… URGHHH.. ARGHHHHH," grunted the boy at the top of his lungs, chest heaving, head arched back with neck muscles straining.

Unknown to Finn or his uncle, the youngsters little cock exploded with a thin powerful spurt of watery clear fluid with such force that it splattered up against Finn's belly and chest.

Kern was reaching a similar situation as Tom's thick pistoning man meat sent his little boy cock into a pulsating orgasm. As Kern yelled and shuddered, Tom sat back on his haunches lifting Kern's spasming body from under his knees up with him. Two or three spurts of clear fresh boy juice splattered up Kern's belly, not unnoticed by the surrounding watching men who leapt at the chance to taste the little Warriors first wet cum.

"FUCKOFF," bellowed Tom standing to his feet, "I've not finished."

Kern's body was in a post orgasm lull, limp like a rag doll he was held in place by Tom's large strong hands tight around Kern's small hips. The other men knelt around still stroking their cocks furiously as Tom continued to fuck the redhead naked boy while standing.

Tom held tight to Kern's little waist and fucked faster and faster feeling the most powerful orgasm ever building up inside his low hanging large balls. He had never fucked anyone this way before, mainly because he had never fucked anyone small and light enough to be held by just his two hands while thrusting into.

Kern's body hung limp away from Tom arching backwards, his mouth open dribbling in exhaustion. Opening his eyes briefly to see the world upside down.

Suddenly Tom felt Kern's body come back to life locking his young legs around Tom's back and reaching up to grab Tom's arms as another orgasm gripped the boy. The sudden restraint from the boy gripped Tom's cock inside Kern, pulling him into his own orgasm and sending a flood of man cum to erupt. Tom plunged as far as he could leaning back with muscles bulging while digging his feet into the ground.

Kern felt the pressure of spurt after spurt after strong power spurt deposited inside his young body which only prolonged his own second cumming.

With his last ounce of strength Tom let his softening cock slip from Kern's stretched boy pussy and lifted the exhausted naked warrior boy above his head, one hand under the boy's chest, the other gripping the boy's groin.

"Sometimes," said Tom looking up into the tired eyes of the redhead boy looking back, "Sometimes it's ok to loose control every once in a while."

Tom winked and a smile grew on Kern's flushed cheeked sweating face.

"Ok lads," said Tom gasping for breathe, "He's all yours."

And with that Tom threw Kern at the waiting group of horny hard lust filled men who after catching the boy together, lowered him to the ground and surrounded the youngster. Tom collapsed to the ground exhausted and spent.

Finn was also exhausted and moaning as he fast approached his second orgasm at the hands of his Uncle. With his head forward against the floor of the altar Finn's slim waist and ass was held up in the air as Marcus knelt behind enjoying the view of his thick hard cock sliding in and out of his nephews body.

Looking up Finn could see his friends being ravaged by the orcs, but there were no longer any orcs as all the monsters had removed their clothes and masks.

Medwin was on his knees with Joe pushing his big black cock into his little pale white ass. Two men pushed between each other under the boy's throbbing little uncut cock, their tongues lapped up Medwin's first wet cum as it trickled from the tip of its exposed head. Another man was releasing a hot fountain across Medwin's open mouth.

Jason the Woodsman was mounted by a rather big hairy man who had twisted Jason's arm behind his back, jabbing away with a large cock at the teenager's ass while forcefully shoving the boy's head onto another smaller mans hard uncut dick. Jason's own thick meat spasmed and spat ropes of thick cum as he took the smaller mans cock into his mouth chocking slightly while three other men started unloading their balls over the Woodsman's back.

All Finn could see of Kern were his little feet and legs poking out between a group of men's backs, their thrusts causing Kern's feet to judder about with toes stretched. Then one of the men tensed up and groaned, shuddering before falling back away from the group to reveal Kern's situation.

The boy was on his back covered in sticky thick cum and sweat, struggling to stay awake as his exhausted body was handed from one man to the next. Finn watched as another man moved forward grabbing Kern's heels to pull the redheads legs apart and pushed his adult cock into the boy with ease before starting the pistoning fuck motion. Another man pushed his cock head past Kern's open lips while many others licked, nibbled and slurped their tongues into every crease, crevice and bump of the boy.

Finn watched all this going on in front of him not realising his boy cock was once again hard an fuelling his thoughts. His best friends who he'd known all through school were now naked and being butt fucked by a whole bunch of older guys. Seeing it happen to his friends turned Finn on so much he wondered what other boys in his class would look like naked and impaled on an adult cock. There was his drama classmate Mathew who was almost a year younger than him but very tall and skinny, surely his body would snap. Then there was Jarred who was one of those early bloomer types with big muscles and a thick bush of pubes that everyone could not help stare at in the shower block after gym class. He'd probably turn around and butt fuck the older guys.

The thoughts caused Finn's cock to twitch just as Marcus once again slide over Finn's pubescent prostate resulting in the boy's second orgasm to shudder through the youngster's aching body.

Marcus who had been holding out for this moment thrusted in and out quickly a few times edging his own orgasm to the precipice before gripping his beloved shaking nephew tight around the waist and chest. Pulling the boy into a tight hug as he gave one final deep plunge, Marcus yelled a loud groan as his aching rock hard cock released years of pent up lust, perversion and love into the little twelve-year-old boy that meant the world to him.

Finn's own orgasm was suddenly supercharged as his body felt his Uncle's thick flesh expand and become even more rigid inside him. His fingers, toes, arms, legs and back stiffened and stretched so much he thought he was going to snap all over as his body shook uncontrollably in orgasmic bliss.

Marcus let out a loud moaning sigh before dropping forward onto his still shaking nephew. His cock slipping from the boy, still twitching in orgasmic sparks. Marcus lay beside Finn and ran his hands up the gasping boy's smooth belly scooping up the runny mixture of virgin boy juice and sweat. He brushed aside the damp blond hair that had matted to Finn's forehead then leant into to briefly kiss the open red lips.

"You did it," whispered Marcus cupping the boy's cheek and rubbing softly with a thumb, "You defeated Balor."

With eyes still closed Finn smiled the cutest smile, a smile that managed to express exhaustion, joy and contentment all at once before his head fell to the side in to deep exhaustive sleep.

Epilogue

Finn's eyes fluttered open to a bright yellow colour.

Across from where he lay was Kern and Medwin. Finn yawned then realised he was still naked and mysteriously clean of all the painted swirls he had gained from the Wizard. He lay on a sleeping bag and watched in silence as his friends chests gently rose up and down in their sleep.

Finn took the moment to notice the fine soft hairs on Kern's arms. The way his red hair became a soft fuzz at the back of his neck. Finn then glanced across the smooth skin down between Kern's legs at his little soft cock laying over a plump soft sack, before raising up on his elbow to examine Medwin's longer thin cock resting astride two soft nuggets in a limp sagging sack.

Sitting up while rubbing his eyes the twelve-year-old found himself in a modern day tent. Beside him were the bags of clothes and items he had originally brought with him but disappeared after the meeting with the druid.

The morning sun shone through the yellow material of the tent casting everything in a yellow hue while heating it to an unbearable state.

Stretching out his young hairless arms Finn then carefully crept on hands and knees over to the entrance zipper, pulling it down before popping his blond mop out into the cool morning air. The forest was quietly busy with birds singing and trees gently rustling.

"Good morning young Finn," came a familiar voice and Finn turned his head left to see the druid sat on a log wearing the same revealing robes as before.

Inside the tent Medwin opened his eyes sleepily to find Kern next to him smiling back before yawning. Medwin smiled then edged forward to embrace his friend closing his eyes again as the two lay there in early morning drowsiness.

"You're that druid we met at the start," said Finn matter of fact, "Did we finish the adventure?"

"That you did young Wizard," replied the druid, "You defeated Balor and his orcs and freed the Land of Morcok from his evil invasion."

"Oh cool," smiled Finn squinting at the rising sun. "But… how?"

Medwin's ears started to pick up the conversation and looked over to see a naked Finn on his hands and knees with his head sticking out the tent entrance. Medwin nudged Kern and sniggered pointing at Finn's swaying little naked butt. From their vantage point they could see Finn's balls and the tip of his cock dangling between his legs.

"Such was the drain your virginity had on Balor's strength," continued the druid with a knowing smerk, "he was forced to retreat."

"So he's not dead?" gasped Finn with confusion.

Inside the tent Kern pointed over to Finn with his mischievous grin and Medwin brought his hand up to stifle another giggle.

"I'm afraid not," replied the druid stroking his long brown beard, "Balor is weak but over time he will regain his strength and once again threaten these lands."

"Aww crap," gasped Kern as behind him he felt two little fingers tickling the entrance to his bottom, while a small hand tugged his dangling soft smooth balls and hardening dick.

"Perhaps someday you or others as brave and cunning as you and your friends will return," said the druid standing up to be silhouetted against the rising sun, "Until then fare thee well."

"Wait!" groaned Finn trying to ignore the sensations his friends where giving the parts of his body inside the tent, "I don't ughhmm… remember how we got here in this tent?

Finn pushed back with his left foot to try and stop his friends distractions, only his foot ended up between Kern's knees pressing against the redheads soft cock. Kern gasped then immediately started to rub against Finn's foot.

"Once all had finished, I took and bathed each of you before returning you here," replied the druid, "Now I leave you to be picked up by your parents."

"But… urghhh… cut it out!" blurted Finn turning his head as the two inside the tent giggled.

When Finn looked back the druid was no were to be seen.

"Where the fuck?" mumbled Finn before feeling two pairs of hands pull him back into the tent.

The three boys sat on their knees in a triangle and looked at each others nakedness in silence.

"Apparently we completed the quest," said Finn finally breaking the silent moment, "so what did you think?"

"Fucking amazing event," grinned Kern grabbing and tugging on his stiffening little cock, "when you said it was gonna be more adult, I didn't know you meant like sex and stuff."

"I didn't know it was gonna be like that," admitted Finn, "I thought it would be like more fake blood or sumfin, not butt fucking and blowjobs."

The three giggled for a few seconds before returning to silence.

"So…" said Finn carefully, "what happens now?"

"Well obviously we can't tell anyone," replied Medwin, "Finn's Uncle probably took a huge risk organising this event for us."

The other two nodded at Medwin. He was always the rational one of the group.

"Besides," continued Medwin with a sly grin, "I hope to come to more event like these next year."

"Don't you mean CUM to more events," giggled Kern, "Just so you can be with your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," snapped back Medwin shoving Kern's shoulder, "He's just a friend, like you guys, anyways Jason gave me his email so I can facetime him from home, what about you and your Uncle?"

"I dunno," replied Finn, "It's a little weird now I know… you know… about… well… you know?

The other two boys wanted to laugh but managed to stop themselves out of sympathy for their friends awkward incautious predicament.

"Anyways, what about us?" asked Finn.

"What you mean?" replied Kern confused.

The three once again sat in silence looking at each other's naked bodies. The memories of the past few days flashed though their minds and soon it dawned on them how much they had shared together. Experiences that had changed them forever and bringing them closer together.

Kern reached out his lean arms and draped them over his two friends shoulders. Medwin and Finn then copied Kern and soon the three best friends were embracing each other in a close hug.

"I love you guys," whispered Kern,"I don't care what my dad or anyone else says, we are the Avengers."

Kern leaned to his right and placed his lips softly on Medwin's. Finn rolled his eyes as his two young friends made out passionately in front of him for a few seconds before separating. Kern then pulled Finn in for a passionate tongue wrestle.

After a few seconds Finn was pushing Kern back on the sleeping bag and grinding his hard boy cock against Kern's equally hard cock. Medwin not wanting to be left out pushed his face into the mix creating a three way snogging session. Arms wrapped around each other, over shoulders, slithering down backs, cupping firm smooth butts. Legs entwined and feet with tiny toes gripped each other in playful embrace.

As Medwin exchanged a kiss with Finn, their shorter redhead friend slipped down under Finn's smooth body to find the blond boy's stiff smooth spike. Slurping his tongue cheekily up from under Finn's smooth balls to the tip of his warm hard cock, Kern then enveloped his friends dick in his hot mouth causing Finn to gasp into Medwin's mouth.

Medwin and Finn both looked down to see what Kern had done before looking at each other with lust filled friendship. Medwin sat up then turned to lay down so his face was next to Kern's smooth groin and juicy stiff cocktail boy sausage. The redhead felt Medwin's expert tongue lick all around the hairless base his sensitive prick before engulfing both dick and balls into the wet sucking confines of his mouth.

With Medwin in his new position Finn was presented with his dark haired friends long stiff member. The blond reached out with his open mouth stretching his tongue to flick the tip of Medwin's boyhood. Closing his lips Finn pushed forward over Medwin's throbbing pole pulling the foreskin back as it entered his mouth.

The three friends sucked and licked and gently jabbed each other's sore puckered holes. Each trying their best to bring the other to a loving orgasm.

Medwin was the first to cum as his cock let loose two spurts of juice. Finn swallowed his friends watery cum down and continued to lick and slurp as Medwin's body shook. Kern soon followed arching his back living his butt off the ground as his spasming dick spurted a few streams of thin cum juice against the roof of Medwin's gasping mouth. Kern's little body shook and he groaned around Finn cocklet sending Finn over the edge of orgasm and causing three shots of cum to erupt across Kern's hot little tongue.

All three boys lay gasping for breathe for a few minutes, quietly licking their lips and swallowing each other's boy juice while their cocks throbbed slowly deflating against their soft smooth young bodies.

"I'm still iron man," said Kern causing the others to burst out laughing before tumbling over each others bodies somehow with renewed energy.

Moments later there was a honk of a car horn nearby and all three boys quickly jumped to their bags to find clothes.

After placing their bags into the boot, the three boys climbed into the car and clicked in their seat belts.

"Well?" asked Finn's father, "how was it?"

"Best birthday weekend EVER," replied Finn.

"Awesome," said Kern.

"Unbelievable," added Medwin.

"So what happened," continued Finn's father, "anything exciting?"

The three boys looked at each other for a concerned moment before bursting into loud laughter. 

The End